Back in his pickup artist days, Roosh Valizadeh was rather fond of fornication, engaging in it as often as possible with women he described as “lubricated holes,” and writing a small library of self-published books devoted to his distinctly rapey version of “game.”
Then, some three years ago, Roosh found (his version of) God while on ‘shrooms, gave up his career as a pickup guru, and took up a new career as a raging religious reactionary and far-right “thinker.” Now he writes blog posts with titles like “5 Reasons Why You Should Never Experiment With Casual Sex,” “Modern Psychiatry Is Demonic,” and “How To React When Relatives Attack Your Conversion To Orthodoxy.”
I know I should probably move on from Roosh, but I still see his posts on my Feedly feed, and I can’t help clicking on his clickbait.
Today the article that grabbed my attention was one with the melodramatic title “I Am The Peasant Revolt.” The post, a mixture of right-wing conspiracy theory and grandiose narcissism, opens with this declaration:
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I’m not supposed to be sharing the truth with you. They had a specific plan for me, but I figured out what it was and revolted against it. They punished me to get me back in line, but I will never follow them.
Hoo boy.
So what is he going on about? Well, he starts the essay proper by talking about the Immigration and Nationality Act of 1965, which he portrays as a plot by “a certain demographic in America” — he means “the Jews” — to open the country to a flood of immigrants from the Middle East, Africa, and Latin America. Including his own parents, who took advantage of the opportunity to migrate from Iran (his dad) and Turkey (his Armenian mom).
Little did they know that they were part of a vast conspiracy against white, Christian Americans.
The plan of the regime [he means the US government] was simple: culturally sterilize the white population, their greatest threat to power … and replace them with atomized non-European people who will obey any directive to come and reside in the United States to enjoy its first-world comforts. Through the pursuit of their material self-interests, my parents unknowingly consented to this plan.
Not only that, but they had a couple of kids, one of them being Roosh,
who were supposed to accept without question the prime directives of the regime: consumerism, comfort, casual sex. Their son abided by this plan and exceeded it to a foul degree. He injected the sexual revolution with the addition of steroids, spreading degeneracy around the Western world and unknowingly aiding the depopulation agenda through the fulfillment of his carnal desires.
I’m not sure how having sometimes unprotected sex contributes to the “depopulation agenda,” but do go on.
He was supposed to be a rootless Cosmopolitan who supports abortion and foments grievances against America for being racist against non-whites. He was supposed to feed the divide-and-conquer plan of men versus women so they would never pairbond and create families. He was supposed to be an obedient corporate worker, a mindless consumer, an enjoyer of soybean oil.
Oh no, not the soybean oil!
Roosh suggests that the US is now flooded with “peasants”
who were educated in atheist universities to be shown a window of the pleasurable ways of the world of man,
But some revolted against all these cosmopolitan delights
and went on to flatly refuse to be a little machine for creating wealth and consent for the oligarchs, or a subhuman beast to satisfy sinful desires, but instead unsheathed the sword of God to speak of the truth of Lord Jesus Christ?
I think that’s just you, dude, unless you’re raising some sort of peasant army.
If you put the truth above all, even above the gratification that comes from physical intimacy, which most men cannot do, you will eventually come face to face with the Almighty Creator, and that’s what happened to me at the age of 39, when I received the grace of God and rejected the plan of the regime to serve their will, when I rejected the plan of Satan to give him my soul.
Having followed the career of Roosh for many years, I’m not entirely sure he has a soul to lose. Despite his alleged “repentance” he has yet to address his real sins — not using soybean oil but, you know, pressuring women into unwanted sex and teaching others his strategies for doing so.
They gave me a degree in microbiology to use in developing vaccines, and I now use that knowledge to forcefully speak out against vaccines.
Don’t credit God for this; this is just stupidity on your part.
They gave me the internet and computer technology to be programmed by their words, and I attempt to counter that programming with my own words. They gave me the experiences of promiscuity, travel, and minor fame, and I use those experiences to speak of the harm of having attachments to this temporal, fallen world.
Does your God have anything to say about your overweening narcissism? You remember that bit in the Bible about pride going before a fall? I guess not.
Their plan has failed and they cannot stop me, because even if I am imprisoned or killed, they will only increase the intensity of the spotlight that I shine on Lord Jesus Christ, who is the progenitor of any good word I may say or good deed I may do in this life.
Roosh really wants to be some sort of martyr. An extremely hairy martyr.
I guess it beats working a 9-5 job actually doing something worthwhile for humanity like microbiology.
The second I started to speak the truth outside of their Overton window, the regime activated against me. Their peasant was not behaving correctly. Small punishments tried to get me in line, but then bigger ones, until I was banned from numerous platforms and even nations.
Yeah, I’m pretty sure that had less to do with you “speaking the truth” than it had to do with you advocating the legalization of rape.
They should have never let my parents enter this country. Their peasant was obedient at first, but he has turned into a soldier of God, not with weapons but with his words, body, and soul. May God give us all the strength to speak the truth of Him until our deaths, because we are the peasant revolt.
You’re not “the peasant revolt.” You’re just revolting.
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Stacey is doing the same shit feminists complain about. I thought feminists were supposed to be positive-body. Or whatever they call it. I call it hypocrites.
Creepy jerk knows I judge cishet men by whether I like their bodies. Let that sink in because I’m proud of it. I do it because I like it and because I can. I hope your knowing that makes you fucking miserable.
@Stacey
And last I checked, you don’t insist that everybody else follow your preferences in their own relationships. No hypocrisy.
@Victorious Parasol
Yes, thank you for getting it. You always have! Your wisdom shows through here always though.
Yes, the orgasms I care about are my own. Whatever others in the world do, I think good for them. I make severe demands on guys but that applies only to the cishet men who want to be with me. I make my own rules. And I love that.
So I hope creepy jerk reflects on that and it makes him unhappy and angry.
The irony is that I don’t know really what creepy jerk looks like. I have an idea though from his attitude. He’s probably not tall enough for me and not handsome and fit enough. In a community like this where we protect our privacy you never really know for certain but I’m pretty sure.
Even if he did meet my physical appearance standards he revealed already that is he GROSS, CREEPY and an ASSHOLE. So he wouldn’t even get past the initial screening beyond body.
@Stacey
You’re welcome! To elaborate a bit, I know that Mr. Parasol wouldn’t meet your physical standards and he doesn’t have the inclination to join a stable like yours, but you have said kind things about our marriage and the level of commitment we have to each other, so the very least I could do would be to show you the same respect. (Plus I find the technical theatrical side of your costuming and temple interesting – a side effect of hanging out with theatre techies in college.)
Everything you do is between consenting adults, ditto me and Mr. Parasol … that’s pretty feminist. Neither of us is in an abusive relationship – that’s also pretty feminist. As we used to say in the olden days of Usenet, your kink is not my kink and that’s okay.
“I…..w….i….s….h……t…..h….e….y……..w….o….u….l….d…….i….v….e….n….t……f….a….s….t….e….r……..m….o….d….e….m…..s………..T….h….a….t……..d…..i….d….n…..t…….s….u…..d…..d….e….n….l….y……h….a….n….g……u……….Brrrrrzzzzzzttttttt”
@Alan
That modem sound still haunts me.
Mr. Parasol is geek enough to remember what sound a particular speed of modem would make.
Totally O/T; but this seems like it could be an open thread now.
Nothing really pertinent, just I had a trial on Friday and it’s still going through my head a bit. Which I must confess is unusual for trials. Normally I’ve forgotten why I was there the moment I leave the building.
But anyway, it was a negligence/breach of contract claim against a vets arising from the death of a poor dog. The sort of ‘consumer’ law bits weren’t in issue. So stuff like fees paid would be recoverable. Although we did have a debate about the financial value of the dog. He was a rescue with a lame elbow; so was valued at zero.
But this is the point I’m finally coming to. We were trying to advance an animal personhood issue. To whit, recovering damages for the dog’s personal pain and suffering. We knew that was a punt; but that’s an issue we’re trying to push around the world. So if we get a suitable case like this, that’s when I get called in.
My argument was that the dog was a person to be looked after; not a commodity to be repaired.
In fairness the judge was lovely. He’d actually brought his own dog into court with him.
Unfortunately though “Mr Robertshaw seeks to advance a cause of loss unknown to English law.”
Which is of course exactly correct.
He was very sympathetic to my human clients and paid tribute to the dog. But as he put it “To the Claimants [Dog] was a beloved and much missed family member; but as far as the law is concerned, he’s a dishwasher.”
That is actually a really good quote we can use though; to highlight the issue.
The other side asked for their costs on the ground the case should never have been brought; but the judge refused that on the ground he could well understand the Claimants motivations. So that was nice.
And one day we’ll get there on the substantive issue.
Ah cheers, just needed to get that out.
@Victorious Parasol
Once again you are so articulate and sum it up so well!
And for that reason alone he would not be allowed in my presence and I would be enraged at the thought that he might. But that’s not the point! The point is first this:
And the second point is most important. He is who YOU want and you are who HE wants! That’s beautiful itself SO much regardless of my joy! Why is the sacredness of choice among adults on intimacy and sex so difficult to grasp?
I think you and Mr. Parasol sound like the most beautiful couple and I send you love and light always.
Oh then you would love what I’m working on now with flying on wires. It’s still in the early stages because I can’t do it in my current space. My guys already wear harnesses just for the aesthetic as well as a practical means of physical control of cis male bodies I find attractive, so the kind used in stage flying isn’t much of a transition. I’m not so much interested in making a guy fly as in just having the control they offer of being able to levitate an attractive cis male body at will, whether at my whim for my enjoyment or as a means of enforcement of protocol in a temple situation. (And here is where the subtle beauty of true consent comes in because none of this will ever work much less look artfully beautiful if the person *on the wire himself* doesn’t know what to do and willingly do it!)
You people are all delusional. Stacy is so full of herself its funny. You are nothing special. I feel sorry for the simps who give you money I bet that is what happens. Your not an artist. You are just a typical feminist that shows how civilization is falling. You are so stuck up deciding which men are worth anything. How is that womens rights. What about human rights. You judge by looks. Yet feminists think all men should not look at women’s bodies. Yet feminists think I can not judge a woman by her body. You admit you judge men by their bodies. You are actually the hypocrisy. You admit it. I am sick and tired of how men are unfairly treated in society. nb4 incel yes I am very nice to everybody and not violent but I call you out for what you are. You just can’t deal with the truth.
Stacy actually said she wont even be friends or talk to a man who does not meet her impossible standards. If your just friends why does it matter.
That is what you people always say.
So what about Stacy?
Your name fits.
@TyrantBitchGoddessStacey
Oh, man – now you’re reminding me of a friend who once worked a run of Peter Pan. That show is pretty much the classic example of stage flight.
I’m also remembering Jennifer Stevenson’s related series of novels: the Slacker Demons and the Co-Ed Demon Sluts books. Stevenson’s husband, I believe, is a union stagehand, and she drew on his expertise when writing a scene about a singer who was working with the rigger who would help her fly during her concert. There’s a lot that goes into that sort of stuntwork, especially in an environment where there’s no camera to aim away from the safety gear.
http://jenniferstevenson.com/
@ Vicky P & Stacey
You might enjoy this.
Although hopefully Stacey’s aerial escapades are more successful than Cornley Polytechnic Drama Society…
@Alan
As my friend JJ once quipped, it takes a lot of work to get Peter up.
@Victorious Parasol
We are definitely learning that and I’ve got some real decisions to make about how to accommodate that. One idea is that if we can get the right people as the riggers, such as all-women group we can work them and all the gear into the aesthetic themselves. But that might be difficult because we’d have to find women who both have the theater special effects experience and who appreciate or into the kink/erotic aspect enough to be not just doing the technical work of controlling my guys on wires but actually at the same time in the sexual part of their minds truly disciplining my worshippers via the control of their bodies. But these are after all amazingly gorgeous cis male bodies so maybe if a woman is kinky and het or bi she might like it.
My whip is what matters!
Now shut up!
Apologize to the others for your rudeness! Then say nothing else!
Do not address me further!
@ stacey
You’re bringing back memories of my roadie days. One of my mates is a rigger. He always wore a kilt; in the authentic fashion. That was charming when you were going up into the truss. We had to introduce an ultimatum; either start wearing pants or let us climb up first.
They say with climbing you should never look down; but sometimes it’s the only viable option.
@Stacey
Good luck with your rigging team! You definitely want a crew who know what they’re doing and do it well.
@Alan
I meant to share this earlier, but I tried a new bread recipe last night, and it was quite tasty. I believe it’s vegan friendly so you could try it – no eggs, no butter, no yeast. Just flour, rosemary, olive oil, and water. I used fresh instead of dried rosemary because I’d rather harvest from my herb bed than buy rosemary.
https://spainonafork.com/incredible-10-minute-rosemary-bread-rolls-easy-no-yeast-recipe/
@VP:
Isn’t that sort of thing normally LumiPUNa’s department?
I don’t doubt that at all. It will be a lot of work and I don’t know if I can make this happen but if so it will be amazing. The joy of that degree over control over my guy’s bodies will take my divinity and my sacred tyranny to a new and amazing level.
I find Stacey easily the most distinctive (in a slightly annoying but mostly harmless way) member in this small community that seems to mostly consist of feminist women. Therefore, to call her a “typical feminist” is the most amusing troll-fart imaginable.
I generally skim over the kink talk, which is easy enough since Stacey is just one person and she isn’t gushing here most of the time. In my main impression (as a man, kinkster and feminism-adjacent progressive) her writing is largely off topic and kind of oversharing, rather than actually body-shaming men. A while ago someone asked her to tone it down a bit, and perhaps she did; I haven’t kept records to be sure.
It’s nice of Howard to drop in to tell us who is or isn’t hypocrites. One woman setting standards for men to be included in a specific setting is clearly the same as practically all visual culture blasting off at women that they must at all times be most concerned for how they look.
Personally I’d prefer that no one would ever be pushed to change their looks or bodies for anyone else. But also, if you need someone to reach the top shelf without aids or someone who fits in the trunk of a car, you’re allowed to be choosy.
@Masse_Mysteria
A lack of imagination leads to a lack of empathy.
well well looks like I am not the only one who finds Stacy annoying. Lumipuna does too. Guess she is not all she thinks. Looks like she is not so popular here after all. But she calls me the creep and jerk. Now that is typical.
Yes I do call out hypocriticals.
@Howard
I’m not usually interested in Stacey’s stuff, but, much like Lumipuna, I’m able to skim her writing or skip it all together and appreciate that it interests others here. For you that doesn’t seem to be an option for some reason.