Mainlining (as Frank T.J. Mackey):

"Respect the f*ing cock, men! Tame that pussy, tame it!"**

audience claps; some guy in the front wearing a “180 or bust” shirt fist pumps

"Look at yourselves. Sitting there like it’s 2 AM and you’re waiting for Boom to finish a rant on urban decay. You’ve been lied to, cheated by society, and what do you do? You open up AutoAdmit, stare at that blank post box, and think the same st you always do—'I’m stuck.' That big-titted ‘Mary Jane’ you still dream about? Yeah, she’s gone. She’s with the guy in tech, the one Disco Fries thinks he could mog, but you’re still stuck watching from the sidelines."**

He pauses dramatically, scanning the room like Boom evaluating the collapse of another American city. A few guys glance around, someone is furiously typing on their phone—probably posting in the Nightcrew thread.

"But here’s the truth: it’s all a game. You thought you could win by just playing along? You’re in the matrix of mediocrity, fellas. Time to wake the f up*! Respect the fing cock. Look in the mirror and tell yourself, 'I’m the one who’s in charge. I say yes! I say no!' Because let me tell you something—it’s evolutionary, it’s anthropological, it’s fing biological. We. Are. MEN."**

More clapping. Evan39 mutters something about ‘how dare you!’ from the corner, while a guy in the back mumbles, “TITCR.” Frank nods like a professor grading papers—he’s got the room.

Mainlining (as Frank T.J. Mackey):

"Men are shit. That’s what they say, right? ‘Men are shit.’ Yeah, because we do bad things, terrible things, heinous things. But you know what? Women lie, too. Women manipulate. You think they don’t? You think that big law associate at your firm isn’t finessing the situation while you’re stuck grinding on doc review? They’ve all got the upper hand in this f*ing rigged game, and you’re sitting there apologizing like Evan39 apologizing for his grocery store shifts!"**

Audience snickers, a lone guy wearing a “Seattle Sucks” hoodie chuckles darkly.

"But here’s the kicker—you don’t owe anyone an apology. I don’t care if you got passed over for partner, I don’t care if some girl left you on read. You take what’s yours. Don’t let society tell you that you’re broken or fed up because Daddy hit you or because Mommy didn’t let you join the soccer team. It’s all excuses. Fing grow up. You are here to take."

Frank steps back, letting the words hang in the air like a well-timed Boom post on late-night decay. Someone in the back yells “120, but this is 180”—and the audience rustles, nodding.

Frank T.J. Mackey’s voice booms in the dimly lit seminar room, filled with middle-aged men who look like they've lived their lives stuck in AutoAdmit threads. These are the men who have spent too many hours browsing XO late at night, typing out their frustrations, only to see a Boom post about how the world has “cheated” them out of their lives, or an Evan39 thread about homelessness and lost ambition. They’ve read the Disco Fries posts, admired his wit, and laughed at his snarky, biting commentary, but deep down, they know that no amount of clever poasting will save them from the creeping sense of irrelevance that now clings to their souls.

Frank, pacing like a panther, his voice thick with authority, yells again, "Respect the cock! And tame the cunt!" The AutoAdmit audience is captivated. These men understand the metaphor. It's about control. It's about taking back what society has told them to give up—their masculinity, their dominance, their right to dictate the terms. The tired, frustrated faces stare at him, drinking in his words like they’ve stared into the void of endless pointless threads on XO.

"You want to think it’s not a game, huh?" Frank leans in, smirking. "Go back to the schoolyard. Think about big-titted Mary Jane, huh? Think about that time you blank-bumped a Disco Fries post because it hit a little too close to home. You were embedded in that thought—I'm not in control. But you are in control. YOU are the one who says yes or no! YOU are the one who takes the game on."

Frank scans the room, the sea of faces flickering in recognition. “Remember that Evan39 post about being ‘lied to and cheated out of your life, then laughed at?’ Yeah, you do. You’re here because you’ve been lied to. But it’s time to stop being a victim. Time to Seduce and Destroy.”

Boom’s name comes up again, and a few men nod. They’ve seen his posts—the ones that make you feel like the world is rigged, and there's nothing you can do. But Frank isn't Boom. Frank is here to tell them that the world isn’t rigged against them. They’ve been playing the wrong game, and now it’s time to play the real one.

“You’ve seen the Disco Fries posts. Smart, cutting, but at the end of the day, he’s still playing the game that’s been handed to him. But I’m here to give you the tools to Seduce and Destroy! It’s not about apologizing, not about bending to the whims of society. It’s about TAKING what you want! You don’t ask for the sweet little panties—you TAKE them."

The men, enraptured, cheer. Frank has become their voice, a reflection of their internal monologues, now blasted across the room in booming authority. He’s their Mainlining, their dark philosopher, telling them what they’ve always wanted to hear: that they are not victims, they are predators, and society is the prey.

"And let me tell you something—language. That’s the key. You think Evan39 got anywhere whining about homelessness and feeling cheated? You think Boom’s endless lament about society's decline got him anywhere? No. But YOU—YOU are going to take what’s yours by mastering the language, by taking control of the narrative. Seduce and Destroy will teach you how to unlock that analytical female mindset. You will tap directly into her hopes, her fears, her desires, and her SWEET little panties.”

Frank pauses, his eyes sweeping across the room. He knows he has them. Every single man in the room is ready to step out of their online personas, to stop blank-bumping posts they admire, and start becoming the posts they admire.

"You can keep being the guy who posts about how the world has screwed you over, or you can be the guy who TAKES what the world isn’t offering. You can keep staring into that endless void of threads, hoping someone notices your pain, or you can walk into the world and MAKE them notice you."

A few of the men stand up, fists clenched, their eyes wide with realization. They’ve heard enough. Frank’s words have hit the core. This is the gospel they’ve been waiting for, the one that tells them that they can still win, still conquer, still be relevant in a world that’s moved on without them.

“Now get out there. Seduce. Destroy. And never apologize for what you want.”

The seminar ends, but the men leave changed, their minds filled with the fiery words of Frank T.J. Mackey. For them, the game isn’t over. It’s just beginning.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5597509&forum_id=2Reputation#48106691)