On Blog Names

This blog is not named Pill Red, Condition Yellow because I have a TSA fetish, nor am I a Quaalude popping Ronald McDonald impersonator.  It’s an admonishment, both to myself and to you, Dear Reader, to maintain situational awareness and an accurate mindset.

If you don’t know what the Red Pill is, go find out.  I’ll be right here when you return.

Got it?  Good.

What the hell is Condition Yellow? you ask, breathless.  Is it some mustard based Apocalypse?  A foolproof way to beat stoplights? A schoolbus-themed gambling system?

Nope.  It’s a little more grim than that, I’m afraid.

I used to be a grunt – a real deal, doorkicking, life-takin’ heart breakin’ US Marine.  As a Marine, I learned many things.  Some of them are so impractical as to make the uninitiated laugh.  Others, I would give anything to unlearn.  A few things, though, I have taken with me into civilian life and applied to my great benefit.

One author I was exposed to during my time in the service was Lt Col Jeff Cooper.  He was an excellent teacher and thinker, and one mental tool he developed is called the Cooper Color Code.  This color code refers to one’s state of mind.  Here is the Color Code as it relates to the world of the combat infantryman, the beat cop, or even the armed civilian:

Condition White: Unaware and unprepared. If attacked in Condition White, the only thing that may save you is the inadequacy or ineptitude of your attacker. When confronted by something nasty, your reaction will probably be “Oh my God! This can’t be happening to me.”

Condition Yellow: Relaxed alert. No specific threat situation. Your mindset is that “today could be the day I may have to defend myself”. You are simply aware that the world is a potentially unfriendly place and that you are prepared to defend yourself, if necessary. You use your eyes and ears, and realize that “I may have to shoot today”. You don’t have to be armed in this state, but if you are armed you should be in Condition Yellow. You should always be in Yellow whenever you are in unfamiliar surroundings or among people you don’t know. You can remain in Yellow for long periods. In Yellow, you are “taking in” surrounding information in a relaxed but alert manner, like a continuous 360 degree radar sweep. As Cooper put it, “I might have to shoot.”

Condition Orange: Specific alert. Something is not quite right and has your attention. Your radar has picked up a specific alert. You shift your primary focus to determine if there is a threat (but you do not drop your six). Your mindset shifts to “I may have to shoot that person today”, focusing on the specific target which has caused the escalation in alert status. In Condition Orange, you set a mental trigger: “If that person does “X”, I will need to stop them”. Your pistol usually remains holstered in this state. Staying in Orange can be a bit of a mental strain, but you can stay in it for as long as you need to. If the threat proves to be nothing, you shift back to Condition Yellow.

Condition Red: Condition Red is fight. Your mental trigger (established back in Condition Orange) has been tripped. “If ‘X’ happens I will shoot that person”.

There is another state, called Condition Black, which is a catastrophic breakdown of mental and physical performance.  The person is so surprised, shocked, and terrified that they can no longer function.

Great, Dogsquat, you say.  What the hell does that have to do with me and girls?  You want me to run some Mozambique Drills on the hot girl in the coffee shop?

No, Dear Reader, one should not shoot girls.  It makes having sex with them morally problematic.  Remember, this color code is not about what you DO, it’s about how you THINK.  You can apply it to living as a Red Pill man in the following fashion:

Condition White – Ignorant and unaware.  You believe that women are to be ensconced upon a pedestal of finest marble.  They’re better than you in almost every way – more emotionally intelligent, more moral, more trustworthy, capable of greater feeling.  You’re a fucking chump, and if you get laid it’s by accident.  If you somehow luck into a relationship, your girl is going to be bored and pissed off at you before long.  You’re going to be paying alimony and child support unless you’re very, very lucky.

Condition Yellow – Informed and paying attention, relaxed and confident.  You know how the Game is played, and you’re reading the social data-stream and observing opportunities hidden to ignorant men.  In a relationship, you’re picking up body language and shit tests.  When interacting with a stranger/coworker/friend, you see IOIs and understand subtle flirtation.

Condition Orange – You’ve picked up on something that requires action.  You’ve been thrown a shit test, or your wife is hiding her cell phone when she texts.

Condition Red – Time for the Nuclear Option.  Your boundaries have been violated or you’ve been disrespected in an egregious fashion.  You no longer act with her interests in mind.  She has shown herself to be unworthy of that honor. You are now looking out for you, and you alone.

Condition Black – You are served divorce papers while recovering from the surgery to donate your left kidney to your wife.

A very common misconception made by many men is that you have to be Doing Something all the time, or your SO is going to think you’re “beta” and take a hypergamous shit right on your chump-ass forehead.  That is simply not true.

If you filter every interaction with a woman through your Game-O-Meter, you’re going to look like a jackass.  Not everything she asks is a shit test.  You do not have to have “dominant body language” when turning on your windshield wipers.  You can tell a story that doesn’t Demonstrate Higher Value to your girlfriend, or talk about Proust and Sartre to the nerdy chicks.  You can relate to women as fellow human beings – most of the time, in fact.  If you stay in Condition Red all the time, you’re gonna go nuts.  You’ll also drive away every sane person you come across.

Just remain in Condition Yellow, be yourself, and pay attention.  It’s actually a lot of fun.


On Deconflicting

Sometimes being a man makes it difficult to defuse potentially violent situations with other men.

When I was a bouncer, we had a bunch of minor league UFC guys come into my bar. They started getting rowdy, and some of them were starting crap with the other patrons. I’m a reasonably tough guy, but I am not in the same league as a professional fighter – let alone six of them.  Normally, jokes, flattery, subdued body language, and obsequious speech is enough in these situations, but this group was beyond such measures.

What I did was instruct a particular cocktail waitress to tell them to calm down. Since it was a woman asking, there wasn’t the subtext of confrontation (do what I say or I’m gonna make you) that’s inherent in many man-to-man interactions.

It worked like a charm. The UFC guys were like puppies trying to please the waitress, and a good time was had by all.  Your Humble Scribe won without fighting at all.  He struck an Heroic Pose before riding his Noble Steed off into the sunset.

That technique is appropriate in many situations. Nobody gets hurt, there is rarely a fight, and security is maintained in the most light-handed manner. In those situations, a smart, savvy woman is worth three meat-head bouncerdudes.

A woman needs a tremendous amount of trust in you before she’ll do something like this.  She believes in you.  She’s trusting that if the situation gets Interesting, you’ll keep her safe.  You need to live up to that – it is weak sauce indeed to let somebody else get hurt doing your job.

You’ve got to pick the right woman, too.  She’s got to be savvy, calm, and quick-witted.  She’s got to be in control of her feminine power.  She needs to understand the situation and the possible consequences for failure.  You must explain these things quickly, calmly, and unobserved by your targets.  Pay close attention to the woman as you explain.  If she exhibits any signs of eager aggression, consider another plan of action.  A woman who thinks,”I’m just as tough as any man!  I’m like that chick on Hunger Games!  Grrrrl POWER!” has an immediate future involving bodily injury.  A woman prone to finger snapping, lateral head movement, and spontaneous verbal ejaculations of,”Oh no you di’int!” is going to get her ass kicked, and yours too.  Come up with Plan C instead.

If done properly, you will not look weak in the estimation of the woman.  Maintain your calm demeanor, outline your intent, and express confidence in her.  If the situation is resolved with minimal face-smashing, acknowledge her contribution with a wink and a,”Nice work.  I knew I could count on you.”

Or, go back to Plan A and fight.  In a bunch of crappy scenarios, getting your ass kicked is the best possible outcome.  It sucks, but sometimes life shakes out like that. Let me know if it happens to you.  I make a mean banana smoothie, and I’ll bring one to the hospital.  The nurses will give you a straw, so don’t worry about your jaw being wired shut.