How Come a 62-Year-Old Washed Up Tramp is Uniquely Qualified to Understand Penelope?:
Who are the few humans who understand men and women? And how may the many witless proceed in, or follow, this investigation?
First the Prime masculine archetype put forward in The Iliad is Diomedes, above all other heroes, who is never discussed, as the other types appeal more to the sissy arts of argument. ALL arguments between men are GAY, and when they happen, represent a lapse which should be corrected. This is well attested in The Iliad and Odyssey.
Secondly, the feminine archetype of Heroic Antiquity, put forth in The Iliad and The Odyssey, is Athena, the only angel of heaven who understands, without the need for command, the will of The Almighty. Athena is the feminine force that supports, advises and validates the heroic masculine. She is the spirit of the heroic marriage that has not been corrupted. The Ring of the Nebilung, is the heroic marriage corrupted, the joining of a hero king and wife in the absence of Thought-lady.
Almost nobody today understands people today, to the point that self-help gurus make a lot of money. Fewer people understand the men of Antiquity. Of women, those least understood are middle-aged women. In my book Your Trojan Whorse I outline the only four types of women that have ever existed. In this I did admit, sideways, that myself and two fellow fighters, had worked part time servicing wealthy middle aged women, married and unmarried, who all wanted the same thing:
-1. A cave man, a savage, who could protect them as an escort, and also had enough testosterone to have passionate sex with a woman who absolutely knew herself to be faded, at best.
-2. A man of discretion who could pose as a driver, a dance instructor, a self defense instructor, because he was, no acting necessary. The two hardest things about being a coach is keeping your stud fighters from being drained by the vampire bitches of all ages, mostly their age, and of refraining from having relations with the older sister, aunt, mother or grandmother of your fighters… all women who come onto The Coach.
Men who have not fought, a lot, cannot understand mature women because they are deprived of that instinctive understanding of their TOTAL opposite. The hardest men to coach are the suns of single mothers who heroize their mom. This is not gotten by fighting skill, or size or strength, but through that fight experience that brings the fighter beyond skill and latent masculine power—whether it be size, strength, youth, conditioning—to the zone of the SPIRIT and beyond into GENIUS. One does not discover creative combat genius until he has gone beyond all fear and ego, has faced another man having decided to do or die, and either been felled or victorious. Once you have been there, and have made a bigger, stronger, fitter, younger, more skilled man MELT because of your energy and focus, then you understand what a woman craves; namely that same spiritual power applied tenderly to her domination. It is pretty simple. Let me use a resent example.
Drexler!
I call as witnesses, the Vanilla Gorilla, Rolo, Wetzel and Smiling Alfredo.
I had the honor of coaching in The American Gym in Costa Mesa, California under Drexler, a former California State Wrestling champion, MMA pro who fought in Japan in the Pride days, and a U.S. Marine veteran: total cave man. He chastised me for not realizing what an honor it was to be “brought in” by these four young guys. He famously beat up a couple of Mexicans who had disrespected his lady at a Dodgers game and got pats on the back from the cops.
Drex told us he had a baton of his own in the trunk of his car that he used for road rage incidents so he didn’t “have to kill anybody.” There is a picture of him holding it behind his car. On the way to the lot, he stops and asks me, “So, My Guy, you have never been to Southern California before, seriously?”
“No, Sir.”
“What do you think?”
“Bro, the women our age, are better looking, and far nicer, than the women in their 20s and 30s back east!”
He grinned and said, “And you can SMASH it, BRO!”
“What?”
“Seriously, you can SMASH it—all week long; I mean SMASHHHH ITTT!”
“Really? Even a lightweight like me?”
“I’m tellin’ you, you can SMASH it—you ain’t marryin’ it, but you can SMASH IT!”
“Okay, man—I might be back!”
Then we go over to his silver sports car, maybe a Camaro or Charger—I’m a pedestrian…
Before we get to the trunk, the young dudes are laughing their asses off pointing at the license plate frame, which reads:
Top:
MY OTHER RIDE
Bottom
IS YOUR MOM
He’s grinning and saying, “I didn’t put it there!”
I said, “Bro, I know, you banged your star fighter’s mother and his buddies put it there!”
He just grinned like Grendel, popped the trunk, grabbed a 14 inch tanned, Caucasian dildo—with exactly his skin tone—held it right above the balls and says, “Nobody wants to get slapped with this,” and points to the balls, “it has a pummel too…”
Okay, Drex would have been shoulder-to-shoulder with Ajax and Diomedes at Troy—he gets men and women of all ages on a gut level, because he has been to the further reaches of our physical and spiritual design. He has been tested in combat and judged by God and come back with more insight.
Women in their 20s remain attractive to older men who have never advanced their understanding of female kind, in part because the man is still attracted to the virgin body type that we all remain attracted to, as God designed us. But also, because he is stuck in his youth and wants to relive it every year as he ages. He also has no time to figure out his wife, because he is working his ass off at a distant job, trying to figure out the enemy. He is—the successful earning modern man—away, like Odysseus, at war, or on his way home. Just like Penelope absolutely knew that Odysseus would be banging slave girls on his way home, the modern woman who has married a successful man, who has a secretary that looks like she did before her body got wrecked by two children, and gravity, has one great need.
In a messed up woman, who, like her money-hunting husband, has not matured socially, this can express itself as banging the pool boy, or some type of young fellow that she might have been attracted to when she was his age. But this is delusional behavior. A woman who knows herself—and none of them do until they pass beyond child bearing age, which the honest ones will confide in a man they trust with their heart—wants to be desired. The middle aged man wants the woman he desired when he was 20, and the aging woman wants to be desired like she was when she was 20. She does not want some young hunk who is looking away and thinking about a 21 year old girl while they have sex. She wants a man who can look at her as she is, and see the women she was before life wrecked her beauty.
No INCEL, no MGTOW pseudo-homo, no Old Testament pornographer, can be as hard on a woman’s appearance, as that woman is when she looks in the mirror. At the gym I see fat men and skinny men look in the mirror and pose, and convince themselves that they are a stud. Women, even women who remain beautiful in their late 30 and early 40s, look in the mirror with dread—the ghost of every other critical witch in the world crowding around their mind’s eye hissing, “You’re fat—you cracked, the crow’s feet are coming! You are ugly now, bitch!”
Look, most successful, married business men have a mistress in town and see hookers when they are out of town. Women know that, especially women who were selected as arm candy in their youth. Modern women with sense, who are not dead yet, whose husband no longer wants their embrace, who maybe has ED because of job stress, drugs, booze, poor fitness—a husband who is not yet home from the wars—still wants to be desired. But, she still wants her status, which she gets through her marriage. Successful women who get status through their work, are voracious sex fiends and are a unique modern creature, very much like insane men. See Ayan Rand as Exhibit #1.
The women that employed myself and my friends, and probably Drexler, want a man who understands this about them, that is not a social threat to their husband, and is at their maturity level, because they want to have a conversation! Their high rolling husband just wants to hump a barbie doll, that hopefully does not speak the same language!
Men and women are not just different, they are opposites.
Above I’ve done a brief on the modern Penelope, five of whom I have served as a consort, as a man of discrete savagery, one for 32 years now. Your task is to MAKE her—because she wants to be remade, not helped—feel young again. You don’t do that with your youth—you provide the contrast. Then you hold the door for her and reassure her that she is still a lady despite the two hour slut experience. Until she can walk normally again she feels just as good between her ears as she did when she was under you.
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Ancient Queens
Penelope was a queen. Divorce is a modern leisure activity for people who have more creature comforts than Henry the Eighth, who invented divorce in the 1500s.
The Iliad and The Odyssey are a war story and a home coming/civil war story that come out of the same body of historical poetry. That composition was shared by hundreds of men and maybe one or two women. Both books, Oedipus Rex, Seven Against Thebes, Antigone, Orestes, The Argonautica, the Herakles Cycle and The Fall of Troy, are all about the same theme. That theme is the survival or doom of Arуan bloodlines during a Cataclysmic Age.
Odysseus and Penelope do not express love for each other. They love their only child, Telemachus, their only hope for a surviving bloodline according to the military alliance made by their parents, one of whom, Laertes, is still alive. Whatever bastards Odysseus sires are “of small moment.”
Penelope has been faithful, has born no other man’s child, and is past child-bearing age. This is when the married Spartan women trained young men in sex and selected young brides for them. The suitors just wanted her husband’s estate. All of the real men went to war. The draft dodgers that stayed behind offer no status, no protection, and nothing that could satisfy Penelope’s self esteem or social standing. All she has is her virtue. Now, in Nordic sagas, Penelope, like the king of Norway’s mother, would take a secret lover like Hrut in Njal’s Saga.
In ancient Greek epic, you have normal women like the slave girls of Achilles and Patroclus, and Cassandra and the mother and accidental wife of Oedipus, who just get plowed under by men and events. Helen and Brisais were lucky normal woman. There is the occasional dumb bitch like the bitch queen mother of Orestes. Then there are the remarkable women, few indeed, Penelope and Antigone, one doomed one delivered.
There is more love in the Odyssey shown between Penelope and Odysseus with the old house maid and the old swineherd, then with each other. Theirs’ was a social contract. He can bang who he wants, unless he brings bastards home. Alexander did not let his men bring their Persian wives and children back to Macedon, for this reason. Some woman, can shut down sexually after child bearing age. Others, especially if they have a lot of responsibility of the masculine kind, for instance running their absent husband’s estate, or a modern woman running a business while Mister Mom stays home, need to experience masculine desire or go insane. These women, if they have sense, and above average middle aged women do have sense, will take a lover under the following conditions:
-1. He has to be a man her husband would or does respect. I have actually been sanctioned by two cucks to take care of their neglected wife on this basis.
-2. He may not be an in mature man. They have already raised children.
-3. He may not be a social rival, equal or superior to the husband, but a man who cannot challenge for the patriarchy, like Drex said, “You can smash it” but “not marry it.”
-4. He must be trusted to step away if the husband returns. This might mean hubby retires from being CEO and comes home to garden and rekindle a relationship with Mamma.
-5. Ideally this man will defend the family, through discretion down to revenge. Some women recruit a lover when their husband is in danger to serve him as a protector or avenger.
Since Penelope is presented as still willing to rekindle her marriage with Odysseus—who is about to leave again for a long journey—then I suggest that she has not sexually shut down, and has obviously not gone mad, because the old house maid has arranged the occasional visitation by The Loyal Cowherd, a man who stands by Odysseus and helps slaughter the thralls and suitors. And, this never happened in the bed of Odysseus, but in a wine cellar, secret sally port, or some other LOW place. Ancient people are satisfied with the inferred situation and don’t need it pornographically spelled out like modern gutter folk.
The Odyssey is a four or five works knit together, with the central themes the same a The Iliad: can men, in an age when even Heaven is in turmoil, with the support of their women [who are prominent in prayers and visitations in The Iliad] find a way to keep their bloodlines from dying?
The Iliad is a Holocaust of Arуan bloodlines. This is the reason why so many doomed heroes name their parents, or have them named for them by the Poet, right before Hector and Achilles kill them under the all-seeing eye of Heaven. The various narrative cloths and the knitting of them into the quilt of blood and wonder that is The Iliad and The Odyssey are the subject of Parts 3 and 4.
Thank you, Ryan, who I expect is an accomplished writer, and thank you Drex—you beast!
