Manosphere Return of Kings and Roosh V / Roosh Vorek / Daryush Valizadeh - Thread #2: Return of Douches. NPC Roosh, Hater of Human Female Buttocks & also just Human Females in General.

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"The vehemently secular music that all gyms play is painful to my hymn-loving ears. I don’t want to hear songs about sex, seduction, getting rich, dancing all night in the club, driving expensive cars, and becoming a big boss. Thankfully, I can hardly understand the “English” being sung in most modern songs, especially hip hop, but even then, the Satanically-engineered melody will find a way to worm its way into my brain and remain there for at least a day, distracting my spiritual life with the potential to insert sinful and pornographic ideas."
Well nothing's stopping you from listening to your own hymn playlist, Mr. Holy. 🙄
 
My impression of Roosh has always been that he is a remarkably slavish man. I first read him when he was still a PUA. What stood out about his writings is that he didn't seem to take any joy in what he did. He seemed like a miserable, joyless man who based his whole life around having sex just because he had to, like a lifelong medical condition or something. His other writings (there was some "own the feminists" and "rediscover masculinity" stuff mixed in) also seemed like a lazy compulsive behavior (he believed that stuff because he was supposed to). Apart from his tone, his content was very generic: The kind of humor that some "manosphere" writers had (like Roissy from DC/Heartiste), the aspirational lifestyle aspects of some (Mike Cernovich), the speculative psychology of some (The Rational Male/Rolo Tomassi), the attempts to help the hopeless and downtrodden (RSDTyler) and just the sense of fun that some had (Mystery and Neil Strauss) were all absent from him. He was like the Patrick Bateman of of the manosphere, but whinier and without the basic sense to keep his identity a secret.
This is the perfect read on him I think. People often talk about how women are tricked by The System (modern globohomo culture) to be sluts because it's empowering, but Roosh is the male epitome of this. He was told being a PUA and getting laid was the pinnacle of masculinity and so he did it even though it clearly didn't bring him joy.

He's literally a male roastie. I certainly hope that he has found God and that it's not equally performative, but with all this identity reinvention he's teetering on the brink of being whatever the male equivalent of a wine mom is, though with better chances of actually finding someone to settle for if he does some genuine self-reflection.
 
With the ending of the podcasts, Roosh again cuts himself off from being a public persona in his hopes of being a better Orthodox Christian.
Here's the thing, though.

If he *really* wanted to put his money where his mouth is (proverbially speaking, as this ain't about money), he'd sell all his worldly goods, go off to a monastery and take the vows. But he hasn't, and I doubt he ever will. Why?
Well, someone mentioned the slavishness of Roosh, earlier, and to a certain extent it's true. He will always be a slave to his ideals and lifestyle, whatever it may be. But at the same time, I see him chafing deeply at being under the temporal and spiritual authority of an abbott, and see signs all around him of elder brothers not reaching the level of spiritual practice he thinks should be the norm. I somehow think that being exposed to the simple truth that a monastery is just like every other institution composed of humans, filled with office politics and annoying coworkers/roommates would be utterly crushing to him, and he knows it. He would never make it to anchorite, which would be the only type of monasticism he could tolerate in the long term.

In the end, his Eastern Orthodoxy is suffused with the Protestant ethos of the American culture he grew up in at it's very core. You read lots of books to learn how to do it right and believe the right things, you treat your priests as a sort of personal spiritual therapist rather than an authority to be obeyed, and you make your prayer and practice a sort of public exhibition. Talking online about the spiritual grace of venerating the Theotokos like it's a public altar call at a Southern Baptist chapel or something.

If I were a Starets that Roosh came to see for spiritual guidance, I would tell him to go to regular services and associate with all the cradle Orthodox and normal laypeople in their social lives. Until he can discern the signs of grace in lives and souls of the common lukewarm believer living out in the world, he'll never find the grace he's seeking from God even if he spends the rest of his years on Mount Athos. Oh, and to get offline and get a real job. Not LARPing as a carpenter for a month, but a real job.
 
Roosh is autistic. unironically.
he is a great example of high functioning autism/Asperger's; His writing is terrible, robotic and devoid of proper analysis or internal consideration, but it is undeniably genuine.

The convo earlier in the thread, debating whether or not this conversion to OrthoBro is genuine, is a good example.

id also like to add that in every Roosh stream in the old location he's got a pug plushie on his bed every single episode that changes position but never, ever leaves the bed.


To add onto this:
The first doubt will understandably be "Wtf but he did get actual pussy though"

He did it by observation and routine, documenting it and turning it into a façade he could reproduce at any time and location when necessary.
Seeing flirting and sex as a game with rules is very fucking autistic lmfao
 
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To add onto this:
The first doubt will understandably be "Wtf but he did get actual pussy though"

He did it by observation and routine, documenting it and turning it into a facade he could reproduce at any time and location when necessary.
Seeing flirting and sex as a game with rules is very fucking autistic lmfao
Given the fact that he gains almost no pleasure at all from the sexual act it'self only cements this.
 
Once upon a time, there was a video about "Christian Side-Hugs," because apparently someone was scandalized by the intimacy of giving a member of the opposite sex a full-frontal hug that might inspire impure thoughts. It became something of a meme among various commentators, who found it ridiculous that something as innocent as hugs could become a moral panic.

Well, Roosh recently published a new blog entry titled "Hugs are Dangerous," and he seems to have the same idea:

"It is extremely unsafe to hug a pretty woman...One “innocent” hug can begin a course of heavy temptation that entices you into sin and blocks your ability to properly evaluate a woman for marriage...An intimate hug, however, is simply a variant of horizontal bedroom embrace. Your body and her body are so firmly pressed against each other that you can feel the cushion of her chest and the fat and muscle of her thighs."

I find it hilarious that Roosh has gone from one of the most depraved PUA bloggers on the internet to one of the most hysterical moralists you can find anywhere. He seems like such a phony, empty person.
 
Once upon a time, there was a video about "Christian Side-Hugs," because apparently someone was scandalized by the intimacy of giving a member of the opposite sex a full-frontal hug that might inspire impure thoughts. It became something of a meme among various commentators, who found it ridiculous that something as innocent as hugs could become a moral panic.

Well, Roosh recently published a new blog entry titled "Hugs are Dangerous," and he seems to have the same idea:

"It is extremely unsafe to hug a pretty woman...One “innocent” hug can begin a course of heavy temptation that entices you into sin and blocks your ability to properly evaluate a woman for marriage...An intimate hug, however, is simply a variant of horizontal bedroom embrace. Your body and her body are so firmly pressed against each other that you can feel the cushion of her chest and the fat and muscle of her thighs."

I find it hilarious that Roosh has gone from one of the most depraved PUA bloggers on the internet to one of the most hysterical moralists you can find anywhere. He seems like such a phony, empty person.
You got me to go to his accursed blog and peruse the headlines and man, this guy doesn't take the label "lolcow" for granted. He's working for it, every day.

Living up to his reputation as a shallow NPC, he has jumped onboard the seed oil hysteria train:

I have not been shy about highlighting the fact that seed oil, sometimes called zog oil, is industrial sludge. They should not be classified as “food” and should not be eaten by human beings. Even though seed oils are in everything, it’s not that difficult to eliminate them from your diet. I challenge you to do so.

Imagine someone you know who is self-destructive with how they live. They drive without wearing a seatbelt, use an electric saw without safety goggles, and chop onions with a paring knife. Such a person is endangering themselves in innumerable ways, but I can guarantee that they don’t eat mud, bits of glass, or rat poison. Perhaps they inject themselves with poisons such as coronavirus vaccines or heroin, but they do not drink cloudy water nor eat putrid meat. And yet not a day goes by in this person’s life that they don’t eat toxic seed oils. When I realized the truth of seed oils, I immediately began an effort to rid them from my diet through four practical steps.

Sounds like an MLM pitch.

In American Christian Warrior he walks us through a day of his herculean trials and tribulations, stunning the reader with feats such as not gorging himself to the point of embarrassment at a potluck:

In the Jumping Spider, the soul has to traverse over hell using two panes of vertical glass.

It’s Sunday, and I just received Communion in God’s Church. Afterward, I walk to the banquet hall to have lunch with my brethren. Before me are dozens of platters of food and sweets. I’m so hungry, and I want to eat them all, but I know that if I do, the grace I have will dissipate as my body becomes saddled with chewed matter that is placed on top of the Body and Blood already in my stomach. No, I will not eat all that I want. I will put only a modest amount of food on my plate and eat slowly, so that I will recognize the feeling of satiety and not go for seconds. Through the grace of God, I control my eating and pass the Jumping Spider.

In this piece he also wards off procrastination and forces himself to help a friend even though he's busy with his pizza balls. Stunning and brave.

It’s the day to do a live stream. I aim a camera at my head and put a microphone in front of my mouth, and I talk to the crowd. People want to hear what I have to say. They want to listen to my stories, my opinions, and my judgments. What a special boy I am to garner this much attention. I enjoy the sound of my voice. I must be a somebody, and with these proud thoughts, I begin to slip before the camera and sin with my tongue. I judge others, condemn others, mock others. Perhaps the crowd doesn’t notice, but my conscience notices, and certainly God notices. I’m using the stream to feel good, to give glory to myself. I look upon the icon of Jesus Christ, and He tells me that I’m not spiritually mature enough to talk live in front of a camera, that many saints would not dare to speak off-the-cuff for five hours like I do, and that there is no shame in correcting course. Humbly and with God’s consent, I bite my tongue when it wants to speak from the flesh and from the demons and redouble my ministerial efforts offline. I find more brotherly ways to spread the Gospel and pass the Arm Bike.

You know right off the bat "Marrying a Woman with Mental Illness" is gonna be a banger:

But how about a woman who is slothful? I do not have experience with slothful women. My mother is consistent with cleaning the home and cooking. She anticipates my needs and does things before I have to ask. It would not make sense to me if my wife claimed she was “too tired” to cook me a meal, or needed a “day off” from being a mother. In the face of such sloth, I would get angry and think my wife is lazy, and she’d respond with anger and more sloth, and certainly our marriage would be in trouble. It would be most ideal for a woman to complement my faults with strengths of her own, but whatever the case, I must be able to envision handling her passions within the context of marriage.

Can you believe he's advertising this- "if my wife is too tired to make dinner I will get angry. MOMMY was NEVER tired!!" Whatta catch, kiwi ladies, get on this one before he gets away.

Should you marry an immature woman who is on anti-depressant drugs? How about if she took them in the past but does not take them anymore? Will a woman with anti-depressant medications in her bloodstream negatively affect a gestating baby? Is a woman who has the coping mechanisms of a child ready and eager to learn maturity from you?

When evaluating such a woman, you will have to test her for increasing maturity, responsibility, faith, and perseverance.

Should you marry a man who made his living selling a book called "Bang Estonia" then reinvented himself as some kind of pseudo priest?

:thinking:
 
So how big is Roosh's audience on the newer site with his new angle compared to his old PUA cringe stuff? Does he have any sort of relevancy anymore?
He seems to be fading into obscurity. I heard about him all the time when he was doing the PUA thing, everything from seething feminists to people laughing at him to the occasional nerd who actually took his advice as gospel. Now he doesn't seem to have much of a niche. The only person I know who mentions him other than laughing at him on this site is a boomer who has fallen for every right wing grift since Reagan left office.
 
He seems to be fading into obscurity. I heard about him all the time when he was doing the PUA thing, everything from seething feminists to people laughing at him to the occasional nerd who actually took his advice as gospel. Now he doesn't seem to have much of a niche. The only person I know who mentions him other than laughing at him on this site is a boomer who has fallen for every right wing grift since Reagan left office.
don't forget that two to three times a year he makes a new forum/site decision with no announcement or consultation that drives yearslong users away. most recently it was ending his podcast.

he wrote a new short story recently too which got absolutely skewered by gab commenters and which is weak even by the standards of his prior work. i made a little parody short fisking his 1984 ripoff and honestly as bad as that was the new one somehow manages to be a step down, beneath even parodying.

by his own admission he struggles with writing now which is why the vast portion of his articles are copypasticles from ortho books with brief editorials along with complete asspull spiritual metaphors literally derived from whatever comes to mind (american christian warrior? the spiritual dream team? are you fucking kidding me?). it's honestly hard for me to get a read on a man this cloyingly sincere and fragile. what do you do with someone who swallows scams whole knowing damn well theyre scams?
 
Did he just admit that his mother still cleans and cooks for him? Hahahahahahaha.

Churches are usually full of old ladies trying to set young men up with people but I bet even they avoid Roosh.

I hate myself so I read more of that "mental illness" piece.

Many women on anti-depressant medication take it because they are “sad.” Winter came around and they weren’t having fun in life so the doctor eagerly prescribed them pills. Another woman was “tired” from her busy schedule and didn’t get “enjoyment” out of casual sex and other secular activities. Another woman started being “depressed” when she couldn’t find an office job she enjoyed. In cases like this, I believe the problem is not mental illness but a lack of Orthodox faith and coping mechanisms to the normal stressors of life. By the time we reach adulthood, we should have a toolbox of ways to deal with difficulties. What used to be “common sense” to people of the past, like daily prayer, is now either a strange revelation or “lifehack” that needs to be learned from a book or Dr. Oz, and if it is not learned, a host of negative feelings arrive that a woman doesn’t know how to address.​

So, apparently he thinks followers of the Orthodox faith do not need to depend on chemicals when they're feeling sad, because they can just pray. You know, like those famous teetotalers, the Russians.

Before entering a courtship with a woman, I’d ask her the following broad questions:​
1. Do you take anti-depressant or psychotropic medication? Have you taken them in the past? How long did you take them?​
2. Have you ever cut yourself with a sharp instrument or otherwise hurt yourself? (If yes, continue by asking her if she’s ever made an attempt on her life.)​
3. Have you ever had a mental breakdown where you needed medical care to get back to normal? Have you ever needed emergency mental care?​
If she answers yes to any of these questions, I’d tactfully retrieve a full medical history from her.​

Ladies doesn't it drive you wild when he asks for your full medical history 😜
 
Did he just admit that his mother still cleans and cooks for him? Hahahahahahaha.

Churches are usually full of old ladies trying to set young men up with people but I bet even they avoid Roosh.

I hate myself so I read more of that "mental illness" piece.

Many women on anti-depressant medication take it because they are “sad.” Winter came around and they weren’t having fun in life so the doctor eagerly prescribed them pills. Another woman was “tired” from her busy schedule and didn’t get “enjoyment” out of casual sex and other secular activities. Another woman started being “depressed” when she couldn’t find an office job she enjoyed. In cases like this, I believe the problem is not mental illness but a lack of Orthodox faith and coping mechanisms to the normal stressors of life. By the time we reach adulthood, we should have a toolbox of ways to deal with difficulties. What used to be “common sense” to people of the past, like daily prayer, is now either a strange revelation or “lifehack” that needs to be learned from a book or Dr. Oz, and if it is not learned, a host of negative feelings arrive that a woman doesn’t know how to address.​

So, apparently he thinks followers of the Orthodox faith do not need to depend on chemicals when they're feeling sad, because they can just pray. You know, like those famous teetotalers, the Russians.

Before entering a courtship with a woman, I’d ask her the following broad questions:​
1. Do you take anti-depressant or psychotropic medication? Have you taken them in the past? How long did you take them?​
2. Have you ever cut yourself with a sharp instrument or otherwise hurt yourself? (If yes, continue by asking her if she’s ever made an attempt on her life.)​
3. Have you ever had a mental breakdown where you needed medical care to get back to normal? Have you ever needed emergency mental care?​
If she answers yes to any of these questions, I’d tactfully retrieve a full medical history from her.​

Ladies doesn't it drive you wild when he asks for your full medical history 😜
Dating this nigga better come with dental, vision, a 401k, an expense account and a company car because this shit sounds more tedious than a full time job.
 
Dating this nigga better come with dental, vision, a 401k, an expense account and a company car because this shit sounds more tedious than a full time job.
you think that's fun, you should find the article where he speculates on how he'd be a father to a teen girl. i can't recall exactly which one it was but if my memory serves the term "loving taskmaster" was used with full sincerity.

part 2, i got my articles confused but the relevant quote is still pretty iffy. emphasis mine.
"If you destroy your sexual purity and later repent, that’s enough for God, but will it be enough for a virgin partner to accept you as a spouse? Look at me as an example. What percentage of female Orthodox virgins with a proper upbringing would select me as a husband? Would their fathers allow me to marry their daughters? If I had a pure daughter, and she brings home a middle-aged man who went on a decades-long sex bender around the world, I would chain her up in the basement until she changed her mind, because while that man is a Christian now, I do not want to be anxious that he will simply go back to his old ways and harm my lovely daughter."
sweet jesus the layers of baggage and maladaptive coping here are insane.
 
part 2, i got my articles confused but the relevant quote is still pretty iffy. emphasis mine.

sweet jesus the layers of baggage and maladaptive coping here are insane.
He's gotta be an autist. He simply does not realize how much he's telling the reader about himself as he just unspools the tangled yarns of his mind.
 
you think that's fun, you should find the article where he speculates on how he'd be a father to a teen girl. i can't recall exactly which one it was but if my memory serves the term "loving taskmaster" was used with full sincerity.
There is not enough brain bleach to purge my mind of the horrifying concept of “Roosh’s teenage daughter“.
 
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