Leave it to Roosh V’s Return of Kings blog to publish the most reprehensible thing I’ve yet seen related to the Boston Marathon bombing.
In a post with the lovely title “The American Woman Has Hit An All-Time Low,” guest blogger Samseau offers some thoughts – that is to say, wild, unsupported speculation – about the widow of bombing suspect Tamerlan Tsarnaev, and uses that as evidence in a case against American women as a whole, declaring her “a profound marker in the decline of the American woman.”
Samseau bases much of his, er, theorizing on the facts that Tsarnaev was a Muslim immigrant while his widow, Katherine Tsarnaev, nee Russell, was “common American female stock.”
According to most accounts, the two met in a nightclub, and Samseau – his head filled with PUA fever dreams — imagines the scenario:
Although it is unclear how he seduced her, my guess is that he got her with some Muslim game: intimidating gazes, ramrod straight stances, bottle service, congregating with all of the other jacked immigrants in the nightclub with their top two shirt buttons undone, and then inviting girls back to his table to talk.
Most likely they both frequented the same nightclubs when he noticed her, and made a few attempts to get her back to his place before he went for the close. Given that she was an American woman, she put out right away as she did for so many other men in her freshman and sophmore years.
Wouldn’t you hit it? I know I would.
Samseau is somehow able to conjure all this up from the one widely reported fact that the two met in a nightclub.
But it’s what he manages to conjure up from the reports that Tamerlan Tsarnaev physically abused his wife that really takes Samseau’s post over the top. (TRIGGER WARNING in what follows for Samseau’s strange apologia for domestic violence against women.)
Noting that Tsarnaev was arrested for domestic violence against another girlfriend around the time Katherine Russell started dating him, Samseau concludes that “Katherine knew this guy was a piece of shit from the get-go, but most likely willfully ignored it in favor of her lusts.”
Oh, but Samseau is just getting started. He then posits that because
Katherine was a young American woman, she most likely did not see Tsarnaev, or any man she was banging, as anything beyond fun. But because Tsarnaev was a violent man, using force, coercion, and beatings to keep her from straying. Any hint of infidelity resulted in some kind of punishment for Katherine.
Samseau, while registering polite disdain towards Tsarnaev’s alleged violence towards his wife, also seems to regard it as something of a necessity:
I am not surprised that it took the violence of Tsarnaev’s level to keep a young and beautiful girlfriend in Boston. I know that hookup culture well, and girls actively dump and cheat on men whenever they so please. Men are more likely to be pump and dumped than the women are.
Yes, that’s right, he’s arguing that the only way to keep young and beautiful American women from cheating is to beat them. Adding insult to injury — quite literally — Samseau goes on to argue that this is how American women secretly like it.
Thus we reach the disturbing conclusion of this story – Katherine was not a victim, she was not a special case, she was an ordinary American woman who represented her culture in every way, and that is precisely why she betrayed it. She was given everything a woman could want in life, and instead she choose to find something, someone – anyone – who could take it away from her. Unsatisfied with her life of being catered on beck and call, of whim and notion, she was drawn to the first man who would remove it all and place chains around her – even if that man hated the country who raised her. …
And since Katherine was nothing more than an “All-American girl,” it is reasonable to conclude that most American women are exactly like Katherine – unhappy with their spoiled lives who would gladly give it up just for a chance to be enthralled by a powerful man. The women of this country have no more loyalty to the land that raised them, but instead are opportunists looking for a chance to submit in pleasure.
Samseau follows this appalling victim-blaming bullshit with a version of the standard-issue Nice Guy ™ Lament:
Until that opportunity comes, they will hate on all men who try to be anything good towards them, and act out against them – by denying them sex and relationships, by throwing them in jail with trumped up charges, by stealing their money under the pretense of marriage – until they are forced to stop. And it doesn’t take much to stop them – even a welfare bum like Tsarnaev could do it.
Oh, but Samseau isn’t exactly recommending that American men beat their girlfriends – because this would be bad for them. For the men, that is.
Now, I do not think any man should go around beating women just so he can keep them. This is obviously a shitty, destructive way to live that will only cause you more pain and unhappiness in the long run. Any woman that requires beatdowns in order to remain faithful is a garbage woman who will never make you happy. And yet with the extreme shortage of eligible American women, what is a good American man supposed to do?
Samseau ends his post with a suggestion that American men leave the country to some foreign paradise where women aren’t so, well, American. Which is, I suppose, a better alternative than advising men to stick around and beat up women. Be thankful for small mercies, I guess.
I am! My dude is nerdy, awkard, intelligent, very gentle and funny. I guess since I’m turing 26 this week, that means I bagged myself a beta? But…he’s the only dude I’ve slept with. Does this mean I need to ride the cock carousel before my birthday?
@Briznecko
(Heavy sigh) No, no, you’re doing it in the wrong order. FIRST you ride the cock carousel, then you make a beta support you for the rest of your life, or until you steal his sperm & child support. There may still time to ride the cock carousel if you’re lucky or willing to invest in extensive plastic surgery.
In all seriousness, your dude sounds awesome/adorable. Love it.
Bah! I knew I was doing something wrong!
Or…if we apply MRA “logic” – since I’m sleeping with my BF and not the MRAs/PUAs/etc., he is by default an alpha jerk regardless of his said nerdy and sweet nature!
And of course I’m a slut for not sleeping with them. Can’t forget that!
But seriously, thanks BabyLawyer. I like him 🙂 Your dude sounds pretty neat too!
. . . I just can’t grok it with my feeble earth-logic, but if I were capable of MANLY GOR LOGIC, I’m sure it would make sense.
These guys obsess about jerks because it allows them to fantasize about doing mean stuff to the big bad girls who broke their poor widdle hearts by not returning their numerous, annoying and unwanted phone calls.
“Blow me off, will she? Well, I’ll show her. I’ll…..I’ll tell her her dress looks ugly. Ha! She’ll be so into me, I….I just…I just know it.”
That wouldn’t stop them from whining. Honestly, they really don’t have much of anything to whine about now.
I’d be more than happy to chip and contribute to the purchase of an island for the MRA’s PUA expats, MGTOWers, and other folks whining about western women and threatening to “go Galt”. (um, like, just go, already! you’ve been threatening to leave for years now)
I suggest the island be called the Isle of Angry, Bitter Little Man Babies That The Whole Entire World Points And Laughs At All The Time.
@briznecko Mine made a fake movie trailer for a horror film entitled “The Guy Who Couldn’t Stop Shitting” and put it on youtube. (choked up) My soulmate, right there…
Isle of ABLMB? I think Ablimaab sounds better.
Angry Bitter Little Insecure Men Amongst Alike Brothers?
I think Brethren would probably be a better word to end that on.
You know, the whole thing reads to me like a sexual fantasy. Basically, the dude is writing misogynist porn to entertain himself.
@becausescience and baroncognito
This all sounds great, perhaps we could raise the funds through kickstarter or some other form of crowd-sourcing.
You cannot fund the Isle of Ablimaab! It is simply what happens when the drains of society are unstopped and all the scum comes to rest around the filter.
@BabyLawyer: That is a conundrum. I have the same problem; I’m turning 26 in a week and I’ve only had sex with the one dude (who is probably a total mangina, despite being a Tae Kwon Do black belt?) so I’ve totally missed the cock carousel! I suppose we’ll both have to cheat on our respective boyfriends once we’re old hags and have other men’s babies or something.
Begelsan: ARE YOU ME???
@bagelsan
In spite of my worst gut instincts as an evil feminist whore, I just couldn’t bring myself to cheat on Mr. Baby (as desperately as I subconsciously want to experience IPV). I’ll just bide my time and abscond with his sperm or something – those stolen babies are gonna be gorgeou$! Cackle.
Holy shit, briznecko and bagelsan are twins. I feel left out, I’m not 26 and washed up til August. 🙁
We’re triplets! (I already have a twin)
That’s how to do it. You two could also put your boyfriends in the friendzone, steal their sperm, marry them, say you’re unhaaaaaaaapy, and then divorce them and take all their stuff away. You can then retire in the Bahamas with the millions you’ll win in child support.
Then if you run into your ex husband at a restaurant, make him pay for your meal you just ate with a hot alpha Brad Pitt clone. Then laugh and say, “I am strong and independent!! Grrrrl power!
Oh gosh, it’s too late for both of you. Lament your happy relationships, you are bound to be doing something MISANDRIC (hysterical finger pointing) that will result in the ultimate destruction of menfolk. Congrats, you are Loki, I hope ye have his enviable hair. /sarcasm/
Yeah, about that, I’m gonna head out and try to fend off my imminent old hag-ness with a work out, then go oppress Sir Baby with scented candles and flavored lube in the hopes of getting a pounding – though consensual and not the kind that Samseau seems to have in mind. Zing!
Have a dastardly and misandric evening, fellow Boobz!
“…Although it is unclear how he seduced her, my guess is that he got her with some Muslim game: intimidating gazes, ramrod straight stances…”
Yah. They teach that stuff in the Madrassas. They have special instructors and classes, and on ‘Rudolf Valentino Night’ (a beloved institution) the little Muslim lads are all agog, but not so agog that they can’t take notes.
“…bottle service…”
Except that devout Muslims don’t drink, not even on Rudolf Valentino night. (And the movies bear this out. Rudolf Valentino subjects Agnes Ayres to many trials, but he doesn’t try to get her plastered.)
“…congregating with all of the other jacked immigrants in the nightclub with their top two shirt buttons undone, and then inviting girls back to his table to talk…”
Well, that explains everything! The man had help. They’re all in it together: it’s a plot, and the leaving of two buttons undone is a sign of a brother who’s in on the scheme. They’re all leaguered up to steal American women from American men who have frankly had it up to here with American women and who are feverishly dreaming of exotic Chechen tail.
A fiendish design, indeed.
@Briznecko: Mwah ha ha! You and I shall take over the world with our powers combined! We’ll use the nice men as sex slaves and the MRAs as footstools.
Make sure to shove a hefty book under the left leg, they tend to be a bit wonky!
My husband is a mighty alpha male who eats tree trunks for breakfast and spits the splinters at lowly betas while laughing a hearty lumberjack sort of laugh. He has excellent posture and his shirt is always unbuttoned to show off his jacked chest. And, um, that bottle thing. Totally does that too.