How pathetic is this?
https://twitter.com/rooshv/status/421414144420495360
What a sad, small, empty life he must lead. I almost feel sorry for him.
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We Hunted The MammothHow pathetic is this?
https://twitter.com/rooshv/status/421414144420495360
What a sad, small, empty life he must lead. I almost feel sorry for him.
Also, I’m honestly not surprised that his sex life is so depressing and bleak. What with his generally depressing outlook on the subject it’s gotta be some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy.
His outlook on everything seems to be incredibly dull, bleak, and humourless. He seems to lead a very sad life – hack writer who hates everything and has no friends and doesn’t seem to enjoy anything other than dragging other people down and has a bunch of photos of himself looking greasy floating about the internet. Way to go dude…exactly what the modern man should aspire to.
I won’t disagree that Roosh is a skidmark. I have nothing but contempt for the PUAs myself.
Which is why you defend them.
But this doesn’t mean I support Manboobz.
No one asked you to, but the idea that “the enemy of these people I have ‘nothing but contempt for,’ is so much worse that I must make excuses for people whom I loathe” to the point of making facile, peurile attempts to claim a failure of reading comprehension with a false allegation makes me think that you don’t actually dislike PUAs all that much.
After all, there is enough wrong with them that you don’t need to pretend people said Roosh said something, when what they actually said was he made an unintentionally self-revealing tweet.
English, it’s not that hard.
Kevin 11 (couldn’t you go for the heroic couplet, and use 7, instead?): Yes that’s right, “freemage”. I’m boring, stupid, sad. All very vague generalities that you don’t have to back up with substance. How convenient for you.
Ok, do something interesting. To date I’ve seen a, “you aren’t brave enough to use a handle which points to you, and you alone (while hypocritically doing exactly that), and “you can’t read, ROOSH TOTES COULD BANG THOSE BABES FOREVER!@*&%!, but choses not to.”
Neither of those is all that original, nor all that clever. Not even uncommon behavior here, much less in the wider net. That’s was amateur hour in the ’80s. These days you need some serious game: A bit of explication about how lionesses are whores, because they don’t make kills for male lions who aren’t in their pride, or perhaps some explanation about how the more east/west direction of flow in European rivers, combined with the colder, more snow-laden winters, when compared to the north/south riverine patterns and warmer winters have created the sense of comfort and ease which creates the evil mindset of feminism in the women of the American Angloshpere; and is the reason they don’t dress in ways meant to “excite” men in the summer, the way the women of Eastern Europe do.
Something creative, elaborate; with room for lofty rhetoric, sciencey language and tortuous abuses of logic. Something to get our juices going.
But this shit… it’s like dry toast, eaten cold.
I used to troll people like Kevin is doing. I stopped finding it funny some time after my 12th birthday.
Nawh, dry toast eaten cold is still food. And when you’re broke enough to be buying dollar store bread, dry toast is a serious improvement. This is like wanting the shitty bread to be toast, but finding that not only is the toaster now a mouse poop mess (yes, really)…you’re out of bread (also really, but I had oatmeal still, so it worked)
Or realizing you need fish food, and human food, and buying the fish the good stuff and eating oatmeal and PB&Js for a week (also really happened)
Oooh, I know, this is like a crockpot full of maggots. It just gets grosser the more you clean it out. Or was that Owly?
Attaching my real name and location to my posts, so random douchebags on the internet can judge me for them before I say anything, is definitely on top of my list of priorities.
Definitely.
Hey vaiyt, if you don’t want to talk about this it’s fine, but a while ago you posted in a thread about one of your little cousins being hospitalized. Is he doing any better?
Everyone here is totes going to give Kevin their contact info so that he can sic the flying ragemonkeys of the MRM on them if he just calls them cowards often enough. Yep, people are definitely going to fall for that, for sure.
I’m sorry. I forgot to post about the news because my connection was out for about a week, and getting my ISP to fix it was a total hassle. The kid was taken off the tubes a few days ago and, as far as we know, he managed to get through it with no lasting damage. He’s now at my aunt’s house being spoiled like crazy by everyone. Even, somehow, the parrot.
I am glad to hear your cousin is better, and that the parrot is spoiling him.
And also, everyone knows every commenter’s real name is David Futrelle. He’s created 1000s of sockpuppets (even the trolls are sockpuppets) and so the entire comment section is just David having a conversation with himself.
I once heard a rumor that David Futrelle created the whole Men’s Rights Movement just so he could create this blog.
The man has more evil genius that the entire Illuminati put together if he managed that.
If we’re all just David’s socks, you have to admit, he’s pretty good at creating personas and staying in character. Some of his characters have their own blogs and Web presences, and there’s even an IRL paper trail for Tom “suing the school over hard chairs” Martin.
Of course, I’m also David, so I’m just tooting my own horn here.
Vaiyt, so glad to hear your cousin’s recovering okay!
And about the parrot helping spoil him. 😀
JoJo – I think you’ve hit the answer with little Kevvy. He really is Kevin 11-years-old.
Vaiyt — that’s awesome news!
That’s great, vaiyt!
Being spoiled by a parrot sounds intriguing.
He’s absolutely right. There was this one night I spent with a girl where we had sex about three times and passed out. A few hours later she woke me up and we totally had boring, unfulfilling sex another three times that absolutely wasn’t hot at all and I didn’t brag about it to people afterward.
So I broke up with her about a year later.
If this is true, makes me wonder how mine or any other people’s relationships are still going… Also, I started thinking that the problem is not on the girl’s side, or necessary even in the amount of apparently boring sex they were having. Not that this point really needed to be typed here. I’m sure anyone with common sense came to that conclusion on their own.
Slime molds. I just finished rereading Philip K. Dick’s novel “Clans of the Alphane Moon”. One of the characters, Lord Running Clam, is a sentient, telepathic slime mold from Ganymede. Synchronicity! It’s a good read, although the depiction of various mental illnesses is rather dated.
This thread’s a good place to say Louis and I celebrated six years since I first called him husband, last night. The celebration consisted of wearing our fanciest silk velvet dressing gowns all day (his purple, mine crimson), eating toast and honey in front of the fire, and lots of … cuddling. Yes, I’ll call it cuddling for now. 😉
It makes me laugh even more at Roosh the Loser.
Congrats, Kittehs! Cuddle away!
Thanks, Bina! 🙂
Congratulations, kittehserf. A toast to the happy couple! 🙂