All of the guys that I mention below are rivals of mine. They get a sense of satisfaction from seeing me play poorly (not play a game of basketball as well as I'm capable of) and watching me lose. Some of them would like to jump me and some of them would like to shoot me (https://x.com/toadmeister/status/2059303710975463501). None of them have the courage to do it themselves, however (begin punching me and have other guys join in on an assault on me, for instance). Why? because they recognize that I'm unlike them (not from their peer group, not from their subculture), superior to they (smarter, more athletic, better looking, etc. https://x.com/robkhenderson/status/2059404782033334359) and arrogant! (The nigger pictured above is specifically treacherous! These are lower IQ guys from single parent, low income homes that were NOBODIES growing up.)
I have no idea who this little guy is. I recently saw him at the Kapiolani 24 Hour Fitness (maybe about a month ago) and asked for his number because I was considering bringing him onto a team for an adult league. Now that I've gotten a better sense of how he is (I'll tell you about his personality type in a moment) and how he plays (he can't play worth a damn) I've changed my mind. He's a black* art nerd. He's passive, non-confrontational, calculating, and conniving (he's one of those types of people that will go behind your back to get back at you). He doesn't like me, but doesn't reveal his dislike of me. Instead, he deceptively goes along with what I tell him. Now, why doesn't he like me? I have no idea, but it's probably because he doesn't like how I come off on the internet (my arrogance and impudence), doesn't like the beliefs I espouse (my racist, atheist, classist, sexist beliefs), and considers me as a poor, low status, loner, loser. Anyway, this is what he said under his breath this past Saturday (05/23/26) at about 3:45 PM at the Kailua Recreation Center. "NOBODY...That's what I was thinking [everything he's reading on this blog]...I'm going to get my son [I need to hide my son from this pedophile]...he sucks [he sucked someone's dick]..."Anyway, he told me he was going to play with me that day (play on my team) and, like usual, videotaped the game before ours, but when it came time for our game he quickly left they gym and looked back at me as he was exiting the gym. I didn't look at him, but I laughed to myself when I noticed that.
*I think he's part southeast Asian, so that would explain his scheming nature.
And I think the above videos influenced him to videotape me warming up. He always videotapes me shooting around by myself, but NEVER videotapes me playing (the lone video of me playing was recorded by a Filipino named RED then edited by this little black art nerd). I don't think he wants anyone to see me play the way I'm capable of playing. By the way, he has Too Short playing in one of his more recent videos (you can hear Too Short saying the word "BIIIIIITCH"). Why do you think the little black art nerd has a Too Short song playing in which Too Short uses the word "BIIIIIITCH"? Because I was at the gym that day and he's indirectly referring to me (a Too Short "BIIIIIITCH").
I spoke to this black boy in the sauna at the Bishop 24 Hour Fitness last night (05/21/26) at about 8:45 PM. That was the second time I'd spoken to him at that gym. Here's what the black boy said directly and under his breath, "You should have gone to the Stanford game [You're a FAN]...you're too short...don't cry...smell my feet...I let you talk to me* [you're a FAN that got a chance to speak to a player] (he stated this just before abruptly ending the conversation with me in the sauna)". After listening to the way he spoke and what he said (after gauging his cognitive ability) I placed his IQ in the low 90s range ((5) Hitchslap on X: "@LizzyStarrrdust Great description. Charles Murray explains more in this post. https://t.co/9FjkEBnSMY" / X).
*I think he was waiting to hear me STUTTER. When I first encountered him in the locker room, I got the sense that wanted to take me into a corner and either beat me or make SUCK HIS DICK!
THESE DUMB FUCKS DON'T RECOGNIZE MY SELF-ABASING NATURE AND SELF-DEPRECATING HUMOR!
Makapuu Ave + Opp Maunalei Ave - Google Search
"NOBODY...NO MONEY (How social status psychologically shapes racial bias in children)...THAT'S NOT YOUR DAUGHTER*...BLACK (Social status can change the way we ‘see’ a person's race, according to research by Aliya Saperstein | The Clayman Institute for Gender Research https://www.pnas.org/doi/10.1073/pnas.0805762105)" - EARLY-20-SOMETHING BRAZILIAN (PORTUGUESE) GIRL SITTING ON THE ROCK WALL AT THE ABOVE BUS STOP TODAY (05/20/26) AT ABOUT 6:15 PM. SHE SAID THE WORDS I'VE ATTRIBUTED TO HER UNDER HER BREATH ALMOST AS SOON AS I BEGAN SPEAKING TO HER. WHY DID I SPEAK TO HER? BECAUSE I WANTED TO KNOW IF I COULD MAKE A PHONE** CALL FROM HER PHONE (SHE OBLIGED). WHY DID SHE SAY THE WORDS I'VE ATTRIBUTED TO HER? BECAUSE SHE OFTEN SEES ME IN THAT SPECIFIC AREA AND ADJOINING AREAS APPEARING DISHEVELED, DISORIENTED, CARRYING BAGS, DRAGGING AROUND MY DOG CHIEF CHEROKEE PARKS, AND ASKING PEOPLE IF I CAN MAKE A PHONE CALL FROM THEIR PHONE TO LOCATE MY NATIVE ROOMMATE (MY NATIVE ROOMMATE ATTENDS SCHOOL AT KCC). SHE THEN READS THIS BLOG AND NOTICES THE DISCREPANCY BETWEEN HOW I PORTRAY MYSELF THROUGH MY WRITING (WHITE, WEALTHY, AND HEALTHY; POPULAR, RESPECTED, AND SOMEONE ALL OF THE GIRLS WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH) WITH WHAT SHE SEES OF ME IN REAL LIFE (HER BELIEFS ABOUT ME ARE CONTRADICTED BY EVERYTHING SHE'S READING ABOUT ME HERE JUST AS HER PHILOSOPHICAL AND IDEOLOGICAL BELIEFS ABOUT LIFE AND THE WORLD ARE CONTRADICTED BY THE EVOLUTIONARY GENETIC SCIENCE SHE'S READING HERE).
*SHE MAY NOT HAVE SAID THESE EXACT WORDS, BUT THEY WERE SOMETHING ALONG THOSE LINES AND SHE WAS UNCONSCIOUSLY REFERRING TO MY NATIVE ROOMMATE'S DAUGHTER OR ONE OF MY BROTHERS CHILDREN (SHE MAY THINK ONE OF US IS A CUCKOLD).
**WHY DON'T I OWN A PHONE? BECAUSE I CAN'T AFFORD ONE? NO! I DON'T OWN A PHONE BECAUSE I'VE DISASSOCIATED MYSELF FROM PEOPLE AND I'M LIMITING MY DEPENDENCE ON TECHNOLOGY!
I'LL TELL YOU MORE ABOUT THIS PORTUGUESE GIRL TOMORROW (WHAT SHE THINKS OF ME). IN THE MEANTIME, READ ABOUT HER PHYSICAL FEATURES. SHE'S ABOUT 5'7-5'8 WITH SPANISH FEATURES (OLIVE SKIN TONE, LIGHTER BROWN HAIR TYPE, SPANISH FACIAL FEATURES; SHE LOOKED SOMEWHAT SIMILAR TO STEVE CAZARES WHEN STEVE CAZARES WAS A TEENAGER). THIS IS WHY I INITIALLY THOUGHT SHE WAS SPANISH, BUT ONCE SHE STATED THAT SHE WAS BRAZILIAN I REALIZED THAT HER SPANISH FEATURES WERE A PRODUCT OF HER PORTUGUESE GENES.
Jarett Tucker - 24 Hour Fitness | LinkedIn
"WEIRD...POOR...." - JARRETT SAID THIS TODAY (05/20/26) AT ABOUT 7 PM AS I WAS WALKING BEHIND HIM AND HE TURNED TOWARD ME JUST BEFORE OPENING THE DOOR OF HIS OFFICE (THIS IS THE WALK FROM THE FRONT DESK AT THE KAPIOLANI 24 HOUR FITNESS TO THE MEN'S LOCKERROOM; JARRETT'S OFFICE IS ALONG THAT WALK). JARRETT IS THE W/N (WHITE-NIGGA) WITH A SHAVED HEAD AND GOATEE IN A GREY LONG SLEVE SHIRT IN THE ABOVE PHOTO.
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Mark was playing on the Kapiolani 24 Hour Fitness hoop court last night (04/30/26) at around 6:30 PM. As he checked the ball up above the 3-point line at about 6:45 PM and noticed me on the court (at the basket closest to the entrance) he unconsciously flicked his right wrist (which was hanging below his waist) and seemed to have said "get your daughter [get outta here]." After that game concluded, I continued shooting around on that side of the court and Mark began shooting there as well, so I acknowledge him with a 'hey, Mark'. I then began shooting on the opposite end basket and Mark followed and while there said,
"NOT AT ALL [YOU'RE POOR]...", but I pretended* not to hear him. About 15 minutes later, I left the court to begin lifting weights because there weren't enough players to play 5-on-5. When I returned to the court about 20 minutes later, Mark was in the midst of a 3-on-3 game and when he noticed me back on the court, he seemed to have said with disdain, "who let him in". When that game finished (it was on the opposite end basket, furthest from the entrance), I approached Mark, shook Mark's hand, and attempted to speak to Mark (ask him if he were playing in any adult leagues), but Mark was short with me and said something to the effect of "no I'm not, brother" as he quickly walked past me and insinuated that he had nothing to say to me nor nothing to give to me (no handouts to give me). Then, as he was making his way out of the court (towards the weight room) he said to a W/N (White/Nigga) near the court's back entrance that I'd just been speaking to near that back entrance, "bust his head [physically harm and potentially disfigured that misfit, mutt]
Bust His Head" and I thought to myself, 'what an awful request to make [gratuitously harm that misfit, mutt], especially since I did nothing to warrant that request - what did I ever do to Mark?"
Why does Mark subtly, and sometimes overtly, insult me every time I encounter him (and I've been encountering him since 2018)? I think he does this for 3 reasons. The first reason is that he sees me as a racially ambiguous, anomaly - a person that's unlike what he's accustomed to and can't be easily and accurately defined (people have a negative bias towards people that don't conform to their assumptions). The second reason is that he sees me as low status - a poor, loner, oddball, outcast. Finally, and probably most importantly, he sees me as a rival - a competitor vying for social status and sexual mates. Plus, like many Filipinos I've had the misfortune of interacting with, Mark seems highly cliquish, overly status conscious and disposed to disingenuousness and duplicitousness, all of which influence his perception of me. Maybe the below links will help explain Mark's thought and behavior towards me.
*I often pretend not to notice/hear the jabs that Mark directs at me because I'm a rational, level-headed person that likes to maintain peace and stability. Plus. I'm a nice guy that tries to treat everybody nicely and I just want to get along with Mark (I don't want to beat him up in front of everybody like I'm capable of doing).
"GO FUCK YOURSELF" - MARK
Shortly, I'll tell you all about a Pinole that I played against at this gym last night (04/23/26) (not the Pinole* picture above, rather another Pinole; the Pinole pictured above is a stand-in for him). The Pinole I speak of is a lanky, 6'-6'1, and like most Pinoles, has above average athleticism (has good quickness, has good leaping ability, has good eye-hand coordination). I've previously played with and against the Pinole I speak of (I've forgotten his name), so he's seen me play (I typically don't play to the best of my ability against inferior players), but I think this gave him the WRONG IDEA because as we were playing last night (04/23/26 at about 7:30 PM) the Pinole said, "you read my mind...you weren't that G00D**...you're White [your father, mother, and siblings are White]?...
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The Pinole pictured above is named Jeremy. Jeremy is an above average basketball player. Jeremy handles the ball at an above average level, Jeremy passes the ball at an above average level, Jeremy shoots the ball at an above average level, etc. In fact, Jeremy outplayed me last time we went head-to-head, which was in early 2024!
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I don't believe that the Pinole I speak of believes that I've held my own/outplayed the list of former PBA players below in pickup games.
Nor does the
Pinole I speak of believe that I've held my own/outplayed other lower-level professionals from the Philippines (
Bleachers Brew: Kevin White Tries His Luck in the PBL) and collegiate players from the Philippines in tournaments and leagues. The way I played last night (04/23/26 at about 7:30 PM-8:30 PM) didn't help in disabusing him of his misbelief (
I couldn't throw a pea into the ocean).
In other words, I don't believe that the Pinole believes me.
I also think the Pinole may be thinking that my brother Gery wasn't as G00D at basketball as I've described him. Gery was a Madman when it came to basketball. He'd psychologically and physically dominate his opponents, and he wouldn't leave the court until he was satisfied that all of his opponents knew that he could psychologically and physically dominate them.
See the Mayate holding a book and pretending to be a reader? His name is Tyrell. Tyrell also pretends to be a basketball player (he's more of a football player on the basketball court than a basketball player). See Rayden scoring a number of points? I can and have shut that down (prevented him from scoring). He looks good in these videos but look at who he's playing against (a bunch of NOBODIES). He's a big fish in a small pond.
I don't believe Geremy believes I'm as good at basketball as I've advertised myself to be. That's a shame. Geremy, Geremy!
Do you see the bluster and bombast that the non-hooping*, non-athletic, part poor white trash-part Hawaiian NOBODY at the end of the linked video is expressing? I think he had 5 total points in that game and made 3 3 point shots in a row to keep our team in the lead, but prior to and after this game he was his below-average-shooting-self (he may have made about 4 shots total before and after this highlighted game). He got hot in the videotaped game at just the right time (as the Filipinos pulled their phones out to record the game) and once he noticed that the game was being recorded he decided to be the star of the game - he decided to handle the ball the majority of time and take the majority of the shots. This is why I got upset and began to chastise him during the game. I was running the point** and getting everybody involved (distributing the ball and encouraging players to take shots) then he decided to disrupt this and become 'The Man'. We ultimately won that game, so the following game I continually fired the ball at him (threw the ball at him at a high velocity from short range every time I brought the ball down court) and told him, "shoot it, take every shot; you're the best player I've ever played with". After we lost that game, I left the court to get water and as I returning to the court he (the non-hooping*, non-athletic, part poor white trash-part Hawaiian NOBODY) was exiting the court with a darker skinned, Hawaiian looking girl (it may have been his girlfriend) and he either said "we're good, bro" or "you're good, bro" and I just nodded my head. I don't think he thought I'd beat the shit out of him right then and there.
*I think he's a fan of the NBA and attempts to emulate NBA players when he plays. He couldn't handle the ball well, didn't know when or to whom to pass the ball to, and had an awkward, slow developing, catapult-like, set-shot. In our first game, he attempted a 3 point shot and the shot came up about 5 feet short of the basket.
**You only see one basket of mine. I had many, many more, but the editor and uploader of the video (a black boy named Tyrell) didn't include them in the highlights!
What an UGLY looking shot. I tilt my head to the left prior to shooting then flick the ball at release (it isn't one full, fluid motion). No wonder I'm such a POOR shooter.
Later today I'll tell you about a 5'5, mostly Japanese looking girl playing at this gym last night (04/02/26). She had a Hawaiian first name and looked just a touch Hawaiian (maybe 12.5% or less). Here she is Keiki McGee - Women's Basketball - Pacific University Athletics. Before she left the gym she said under her breath, "he can't see, he can't speak...he looks Mexican...he's from a Mexican family...pervert, pedophile*...he's homeless...he has no money ('give him some change')...strange [he looks strange and acts strange]..." Little does that little Nip know. I think her unfamiliarity with the science on this blog and the fact that it contradicts just about everything she was socialized to believe while growing up in Hawaii negatively influenced her perception of me ('what is this weird guy?' is what she's likely thinking). We went head-to-head when we played (she approached me as I was checking the ball up prior to the game starting, which indicated that she wanted to guard me) and she outscored me. She scored 3 points to my measly 2 points (she hit 3 uncontested shots and I made 2 contested** shots over her). I think that led her to believe, 'he wasn't that good [he was never very good at basketball]'. I also got the sense that she was hoping I'd push her to the floor because she'd often slow down next to me as I ran down the floor (See brandikaluhiwa@gmail.com email entitled MJ).
*She told me that she attended Iolani (here she is https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl-0I1JOqkT/) and played basketball for that school. She looked young (like she was still in high school), but after speaking to her I got the sense that she was in her 20s. She wasn't all that attractive. She may have been a 6 in terms of facial attractiveness (not a highly attractive Japanese girl).
**That was the first time playing in a pickup game in about 6 months due to me nursing my broken wrist and I took it easy on the little Nip. I could have scored every basket on her if I wanted.
By the way, I'm not a good public speaker and that's because I lack confidence in my speaking ability. So, when I speak within a group setting my voice sometimes quivers and I sometimes speak in a halting manner. This isn't because of a speech impediment, but because of (as I've previously stated) my lack of confidence in my speaking ability. People who are unfamiliar with me may mistake my shaky, slightly stammering speech as lack of fluency with the English language or as an attempt to sound 'white' (pronounce words in a 'white' manner), but they're WRONG!
https://x.com/robkhenderson/status/1311797754369376258 https://x.com/robkhenderson/status/1766569165312209052
I just finished hooping with a few white guys at the Booth Park Gym. I'll tell you what one of them (Scott) was thinking later today.
(6) Rob Sica on X: ""The problem of social class differences will not only remain with us. It will even get worse, because status anxieties increase with growing social prosperity, since material security intensifies the relative importance of non-material, symbolic status differences even more."" / X
I was getting a sense of status distancing from Scott! I'll tell you why later!
(9) Robin Hanson on X: ""social status—invisible hierarchies that influence every aspect of our lives, from our health to our personal relationships and careers to how we behave in social and work settings to the tastes and preferences we form. Without it, we’d be lost and paralyzed when faced with even" / X
Anointed: The Extraordinary Effects of Social Status in a Winner-Take-Most World: Stuart, Toby: 9781668001875: Amazon.com: Books
THIS IS WHAT I-TEL-YAN LOOKING SCOTT THOUGHT/SAID UNDER HIS BREATH "HE CAN'T SPEAK TO US [HE DOESN'T SPEAK LIKE US]...HE'S POOR [HE CAN'T EVEN AFFORD SHOES]..." THEN SCOTT ABRUPTLY LEFT THE GYM, BUT AFTER SEVERAL MOMENTS LOOKED BACK INTO THE GYM TO EITHER SEE IF I WERE TALKING TO MYSELF ("CRAZY GUY") OR BAD MOUTHING THE TWO OTHER WHITE GUYS HE LEFT WITH. ESSENTIALLY, HE WAS SAYING, "YOU CAN'T HANG WITH US, LONER, LOSER!" I BELIEVE I-TEL-YAN LOOKING SCOTT WORKS IN ONE OF THE HIGH RISES IN DOWNTOWN AND OFTEN SEES ME WALKING THE STREETS!
"when higher- and lower-status persons interact, the former may dominate the latter (for example, by being inattentive or abrupt). If so, the interaction yields positive energy for the dominant partner and reduces the energy of the inferior." https://a.co/d/flb3Pmi https://x.com/robkhenderson/status/1726990733150998557
https://x.com/robkhenderson/status/1534732798170365957
(9) Rob Henderson on X: ""While men are more likely to compete with each other by exaggerating their sporting ability, promiscuity, and popularity, women are more likely to compete with each other in terms of their appearance, using aids such as makeup, nail polish, fake tans, and tight clothing" https://t.co/Ncm5s7X5V9" / X
After hitting a shot over Scott in the second 2-on-2 game I played against Scott I heard Scott say, "OK, OK", implying that he was convinced of my superior hooping ability (I'd given him enough tastes to get an idea). By the way Geremy, I likes to guard me a nigga that at least six five, Geremy! So, when I get next to him, signaling that I'm going to guard him he looks at me with bewilderment like, "this little guy wants some of me?!" and I think to myself, "I wants ahole lotta you!"
Marc was on the treadmill at the 24 Hour Fitness on King Street and Bishop Street 2 weeks ago (10/30/25 at about 7 PM) and as I walked past him, he said under his breath, "MEXICAN."
I rarely wear shoes when playing basketball these days, but guess what? GUYS STILL CAN'T GUARD ME (THEY STILL DON'T POSSESS THE QUICKNESS TO STAY IN FRONT OF ME). IF I'M SOBER AND I PLAY TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY, NOBODY ON THESE ISLANDS CAN GUARD ME! EVEN AT MY CURRENT AGE! POR FAVOR, BELIEVE IT!
ZAPATOS!
THERE IS NO OTHER THAN ME : Don't Quote ME BOY!
Tomorrow I'll add the above quotes to the above blog post! By the way, why do I upload photos of locations to this blog and quote people that I've encountered at those locations?
TO LET THE PEOPLE THAT I'VE ENCOUNTERED KNOW THAT I CAN READ THEM, TO LET THE PEOPLE THAT I'VE ENCOUNTERED KNOW THAT THEY HAVE THE WRONG IDEA, AND TO EMBARRASS THE PEOPLE THAT I'VE ENCOUNTERED.
P.S.
THERE IS NO OTHER THAN ME : 61 I Threw Away 30 Years Of My Life Playing Basketball - Gery Dagampat While Speaking To ME In 1992. He Was Explicitly Stating That He'd Wasted 30 Precious Years Of His Life MASTERING A Child's Game And That I Shouldn't Do The Same.
Then I'll Tell You Why I Won't Have A Child Unless I Can Find A Specific Type Of Female That Can Produce A Specific Type Of Child.
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