Mentu and Ashur are engaged in the business of running a University of Man. I do not know what tuition they charge (well, actually, I do: it’s the most expensive tuition you can charge, your God-given time on Earth, and your pride, if you’re not Alpha), but I wonder if they have a mission statement that I have recently adopted: the goal of a Man is to make more Men, and everything he does is towards this purpose. I suspect that they are pursuing the same end; shame the beta month, however, is undergraduate studies in that business, and Patriactionary is here to offer the graduate level.
I promised them the following: “I will illustrate this point with another patented generalization from personal experience: the tale of El Hombre and El Gordo.” Let us now review the two categories of alpha, in the person of two acquaintances of mine.
El Gordo is the second-funniest man I know. This is because, even though he is a man of great wealth and high status in position and learning, he is in touch with his inner twelve-year-old. Gordo and I, when a moment of sadness overcomes us, will view the funniest minute of video ever created (ironically, I brought the video to him originally, but his analysis of it, a philosophical and scientific tract, is why we can enjoy something so crude OVER and OVER again. Really, you can watch that video 100 times in a row if you’re a man, and it will be funny EVERY SINGLE TIME.), and all will be right again with the world. Gordo has that effect on me: his boyish enthusiasm and unbridled fearlessness in life are infectious. I recall here the time when he and I were observing a product demo from a manufacturing rep of room scent enhancers. Gordo picked up one product, took a sniff, cocked a quizzical eye at me, and asked: “Pussy?” I only escaped by picking up my cellphone, holding it out prominently as if viewing a text message, and leaving the room in tears. If laughter is health-enhancing, (and it is) then Gordo has added years to my life, and they are quality years.
Gordo’s fearlessness is an adolescent quality, the sort of thing that gets boys of 17 to sign up for war, like President GHW Bush, and fly planes at 18 with real life and death risk. But his fearlessness is even greater than that. Gordo will approach ANY woman, any one. He is not a handsome man by any measure: beefy faced, thinning hair that has reached the thin stage, relatively short. He has all the handicaps that could allow a man to remain meek and fapping, but he has the greatest courage any man can have: the courage to look rejection by any woman in the face, and spit in it.
And the women respond. Since reading on body language, I have set myself apart from him as he pulls his approaches. One young woman, a butterface, shit-tested him directly. He bent her to his frame, and I mean that literally. Playful teasing, and she actually contorted her body into a shape reflecting a submissive posture to him. He could have done anything with her, despite being 30 years her senior. Another example will also illustrate. Having worked in a large company together, we had been through all the beta-izing sexual harassment trainings. Not a week after one of those, Gordo met a full-figured gal whom I had known for three years. Within 30 minutes of meeting her, her had leaned over to her and asked permission to ask a personal question. Granted, he proceeded: “How large are those puppies?”
Gordo has mentored my own approaches as well. Here I recall the one feminist woman in the office who I knew would be the hardest challenge. I was combining manosphere philosophy and mention of evolutionary psychology and she read where I was taking the issue. She rose with a shit-test to me, in front of Gordo: “Oh, so you think we should just go around barefoot, in skirts, and serving men?” I froze ever so briefly, long enough for Gordo to chime in: “You’d do that for us? Thanks, you can start tomorrow.” Classic Agree and Amplify. The woman remained in my frame, and has ceased testing me, and she and I have been much better satisfied with our working relationship. Two weeks after, she began to bring me offerings of food.
El Hombre is a handsome man in his 60s. Twinkling blue eyes that can go to piercing at a moment’s notice will focus on you intently. Hombre is the master, when needed, of the alpha stare. But there is also a manic quality about the man, a half-cocked crazy shit-eating grin that suggests that he’s insane enough to try something, and man enough to do it. It is corporally pervasive with him: it is not an adopted persona, it is part of every particle of his being.
Like Gordo, he is fearless in approaching women. And I have seen him get hot (8-9 class) women to bend to his will, and be willing for him to have them; I think he does it in front of me as a Professor does for a promising protege. I recall scenes from restaurants best, but the dynamic is exactly the same as in the classic Seinfeld episode “The Stall.” Watch this short clip, and see how Elaine understands female attraction where Jerry does not. Tony, Elaine’s boyfriend, is what Jerry calls a Mimbo, a male bimbo. Tony is attractive to men and women around him, as an unrestricted man pursuing his own way. Jerry says it is because he is so handsome (a classic rationalizing tactic that betas use), and Elaine insists “I would be going out with him no matter what he looked like.” Elaine is correct, because Tony’s attraction IS physical, but also because he is a Man, or at least closer to that archetype than Jerry. (In this category, consider the dialogue from the episode the cabin. George: “It’s a cabin. So what. We could build a cabin.” Jerry: “Well, two men could build a cabin.”)
George is accused of having a male crush on Tony. He acts a bit like a little girl describing Tony, and he takes on a wifely role of preparing a picnic basket and sandwiches that of course ends in disaster for Tony. When describing what Tony is like to Jerry, George talks about Tony’s interaction with the waitress: “He gets free pie!”
El Hombre has this exact quality: men want to be seen with him and bask in his power, and I have seen more than one waitress bring him free dessert or free appetizers. They do it not for the extreme tip he leaves (because they do not know he will do so), but to gain the approval of a man of clear distinction and learning. Hombre is wealthy, and has the easy manner with wealth of a man whose family has long held a high status in society; he holds the highest possible degree; he speaks three languages with the grace that I struggle with to produce in English. He leaves every person who comes into contact with him better off, or at least leaving smiling.
The Psychology of Alpha
Freud described a three-part mental system, identified as Id, Ego, and Superego. His more scientific protege, Jung, described how these three mental components are merged into the Self. In Civilization and its Discontents, Freud
enumerates what he sees as the fundamental tensions between civilization and the individual. The primary friction, he asserts, stems from the individual’s quest for instinctual freedom and civilization‘s contrary demand for conformity and instinctual repression. Many of humankind’s primitive instincts (for example, the desire to kill and the insatiable craving for sexual gratification) are clearly harmful to the well-being of a human community. As a result, civilization creates laws that prohibit killing, rape, and adultery, and it implements severe punishments if such rules are broken. This process, argues Freud, is an inherent quality of civilization that instills perpetual feelings of discontent in its citizens.
Freud’s theory is based on the notion that humans have certain characteristic instincts that are immutable. Most notable are the desires for sex, and the predisposition to violent aggression towards authoritative figures and towards sexual competitors, which both obstruct the gratification of a person’s instincts. Human beings are governed by the pleasure principle, and the pleasure principle is satisfied by the instincts.
If this description seems familiar to you, it should: it is Mentu’s view of alpha. The Alpha envisioned by Mentu is a man who ignores the restrictions on his Id-driven impulses that society demands. What Mentu calls a beta we can now explain: this is a man whose Superego so thoroughly overwhelms his Id and Ego that the primitive impulses of the Id never come to the surface. Mentu is correct about this: Alpha REQUIRES Id, and a man with a suppressed Id will never be alpha.
But Mentu is wrong about Id: it is a NECESSARY, but not a sufficient, condition for Alpha. The alpha Man is not just an unrestrained Id. He is a complete self, with a superego governing and modulating those impulses of Id that do not lead to long-term success, or are at conflict with the interests of the group or tribe, where a Man holds his status. The Man has conquered his most difficult opponent, himself, and fears no lesser foe. He is a Man in full.
Gordo, Hombre, and the Alpha Man
Gordo is Id, personified. His fearlessness in approach is matched by his lack of restraint in the other areas. In deadly sins, Gluttony is the sibling of Lust: both are excessive expressions of what are fundamentally good drives created by God for man’s happiness. Gordo is fat, but he makes no bones about it. He will tell you that the most dangerous place to be is between him and a salad bar. He will eat a large dinner of factory-farmed grain-fattened beef, follow it a large dessert, and then tell everyone how he is going to cruelly send down one overmatched Lipitor to deal with the whole mess. The day he does get in to the hospital for the onrushing heart attack, he will nevertheless leave each doctor laughing.
Hombre is slim for his age, with good posture. He likes his whiskey and will smoke a ciggy or two, but he can take either or leave them. In table manners, he will order what he wants, but will leave large amounts of an oversized American portion on his plate. He has control over his food and his cravings: he will take a drink, but will avoid drunkenness.
One last comparative example. Gordo will literally approach any woman, and he does not believe in a fat girl jihad. He dispenses the privilege of his male gaze on the deserving and the undeserving alike. Hombre is polite to all, but only turns on the charm to women whose ability to control their eating shows that they, too, are in control of their bodies, and that they are worthy of pursuit and long-term relationship.
In looking over these two men, I would call both Alpha. But Gordo’s Alpha is a different kind. He might best be termed an aloof asshole. Hombre, by contrast, epitomizes amused mastery, a higher level of alpha. An aloof asshole doesn’t give a f*ck, but an amused master has moved past that stage. He knows not to let the little things bother him, and that the job of a Man is to make more Men, and to radiate that masculine power through the society around him to his benefit, and that society’s benefit. It should be no surprise that Hombre’s wealth is derived from his entrepreneurial activity, improving the lives of his once thousands of employees. He epitomizes the alpha behavior of the Patriarch, the end goal of all men.