A new post at Return of Kings, Roosh V’s site for terrible, terrible men, has me wondering: Do Red Pillers all harbor a secret wish to have sex with their dogs?
In the post, regular RoK contributor Max Roscoe reports on “10 Things My Dog Taught Me About Women.” His conclusion? That aside from that whole sex thing, he prefers his dog. Man’s faithful canine companions, he explains
are incredibly loyal, protective, and offer unconditional love, and will in some ways be more consistent, reliable, and rewarding than a woman. It’s often said that sexbots will be the end of the modern feminist. Dogs provide most of the positive benefits of women except sex, and owning one can benefit a man greatly.
Roscoe apparently dreams of a glorious future in which women can be replaced with a more pliable combo of sexbots and dogs.
Until the sexbots arrive, though, heterosexual men — or at least those heterosexual men who are unwilling to have sex with their dogs — are stuck with women.
But all is not lost, as Roscoe offers a number of useful suggestions on how men can make their girlfriends or wives more like dogs.
As Roscoe sees it, proper training is key for both women and dogs.
A well trained dog will know when it misbehaves, and will sense the disappointment or anger of its owner when it breaks the rules. Likewise, a woman should be trained to behave properly. Since Western civilization has abdicated its role in training members of both sexes how to behave politely and what proper roles are, men must take up this duty on our own.
Unfortunately, Roscoe notes, even well-trained dogs and women sometimes misbehave, making “slight corrections” necessary. All men need to do to get their women back in line is to become paranoid, controlling creeps.
Tell her to hit the gym when she’s gotten a bit out of shape, but don’t wait until she’s gained 20 pounds. Give her a limit on how much alcohol she can drink. Tell her she must inform you who she is going out with and where.
Women aren’t just like dogs; they’re also like children.
As we know, women are essentially large children, and like a teen who will gradually test the limits of his boundaries, a woman will push the rules to see how much she can get away with. Treat her like a father would his child, and let her know she is not to behave this way in the future. She will not only stop the harmful actions, but come to respect you even more.
So how can men tell if their wives or girlfriends are good dogs?
By their shiny coats. Dogs should have “well groomed hair” rather than “a matted, dirty, coat full of debris.” Same with women!
A “quality” woman, Roscoe proclaims, should
groom herself well, with long, feminine hair, trimmed and painted nails, and conservative clothing.
And she should have “clear, radiant skin,” rather than a “body mutilated with shrapnel and graffiti.”
She should also, Roscoe argues, know her place. Just as a dog is naturally “subservient to its owner,” so “a woman is naturally and normally the submissive partner to the man.”
This is the case, Roscoe explains, even if she has short hair.
No amount of short haircuts, business suits, you-go-girling or education can reverse the natural role than women play in the world.
But don’t bother to try to explain this to women. Hell, don’t bother to explain anything to them, because women, like dogs, don’t really understand human language. It’s all “blah blah blah Ginger” to them.
You can talk in a kind voice to a dog, and he will understand your loving happiness, and reciprocate, but beyond that, dogs are incapable of understanding you, interpreting your thoughts, empathizing, or using logic.
Likewise, it is a waste of time to get into deep discussions with women, expect them to rationalize or understand things, or even to truly empathize or love a man. … While a dog or woman can respect and honor you, and make you feel good, they cannot truly understand you, or love you the way you love them.
I’m thinking that Roscoe should not only be kept away from women, but from dogs as well.
Just found this update on the Oregon militia situation:
From here:
http://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2016/jan/03/oregon-militia-threatens-showdown-with-us-agents-at-wildlife-refuge
“We the people” to this group only includes themselves. It doesn’t include any other people. They’re going to be enjoying the scenery, but nobody else is allowed to do so.
That pretty much sums up Bundy’s ideas (he, and only he, is entitled to graze on federal lands, because that shit ain’t infinite and everything he takes is something another person can’t) and the ideas of the sovereign citizen movement in general. This was an unintentional but amazingly apt summary, right there. “This land belongs to we the people, which doesn’t include anyone outside our tiny group.”
Yeah.
Two of my kitties are fetchers. One is very casual about it, one or two rounds of fetch and she gets bored, but my little Meatball takes fetch *very* seriously. I sometimes wake up with several of his fetching toys on my pillow.
His bitterness is so delicious. He’s so angry. So powerlessly, pointlessly angry that he will never own a woman. Boo boo. I hope it burns.
Just remembered. He don’t have a dog either. Bwahahahahaha!
I really hope law enforcement doesn’t fold again. It was a mistake then and it’ll be a mistake now.
Buttercup Q. Skullpants:
Just wait until he figures out how to use a pen. The post-it notes will be all “BUY TOONA” and “SUM CATNIP PLZ”.
I think you need a new tag to go with “men who should not be with women, ever”: “men who should not be allowed pets, ever”. (Well, maybe cockroaches, but only if the cockroaches don’t mind).
I had a cat years ago I discovered would fetch. I was living in a two-roomed tower on the flat roof of a larger building: the whole roof was our private run, basically. But there were quite a few geckos living on the roof, and she used to hunt them. You know how their tails come off? One morning, still dark, about 4, I woke up to her laying the still-twitching dismembered reptilian tail on my pillow as a little gift.
I leapt up and threw it out of the window. The cat leapt out of the window and brought it back. And a second time.
I used to see the rest of the gecko around, with the tail regrowing. I named him Stumpy, but I think she got him in the end.
Maggie:
A pen? A self-respecting gifted feline these days goes straight for texting. Much easier.
So girls are essentially small women, but boys are also essentially small women. And they are all like puppies. Really bad puppies.
“Everything that isn’t me is exactly the same. Only I am special and different and alphavescent.”
proposed definition of alphavescent — the state of excitement reached from following manly ideas to their illogical conclusions.
He was alphavescent as he described his idea for underwear that periodically cleaned the wearer’s ass for him. His mood was more dour the next day when the police laughed at him for trying to press rape charges against his jockey shorts.
Women are like water bears: They can survive almost anything, including freezing, boiling, extreme pressure, radiation, extreme dryness, and the vacuum of space.
<——— Was off peeing where I'm not supposed to. After digging a hole in my friend's yard so I could skip the wait for human bathroom facilities, it's not like it was daylight,
😉
The group in Oregon has started to be referred to on social media as “Vanilla ISIS”.
Which suits me just fine.
Yeah I’ve been in that exact fucking controlling relationship. He also used to accuse me of cheating all the time, comment on my clothing, freak out if I didn’t instantly text back. And while it did affect the way I dressed and how I felt about myself, it certainly didn’t turn me into a subservient housewife. When he told me I wasn’t allowed to get another piercing or tattoo I would remind him that it’s my body and get one anyway. Towards the end of our relationship he even used to accuse me of sleeping with the clients at the homeless shelter I volunteer at. To which I couldn’t hold back the sarcasm and used to reply that at the shelter we all have duties, some people do the cooking, some set the beds up and I sleep with them all.
I know that wasn’t the most mature response but when it comes to being controlled I tend not to react very well.
Women are like sea monkeys. Reading comic books gives people unrealistic ideas about them.
@Shalimar
“In this moment I am euphoric…”
This is one of my favorite redpill rants. It never fails to amuse. “Women are subhuman scum who need to be abused, disrespected, and beaten back into submission. They’re nothing but worthless holes that should be given the silent treatment. They have no real feelings, opinions, or existence. Only men can feel love.” bald eagle lands on shoulder, trumpet plays “Fanfare for the Common Man”
It’s like a really twisted version of those “Love is…” cartoons from the ’70s.
No, women understand guys like Roscoe perfectly. They just don’t want anything to do with them.
I guess Roscoe didn’t get much of an education. I suppose he might have attended a boys-only school, but once you get to university you’re pretty much guaranteed to witness feeemales understanding the shit out of things. And the discussions? So deep.
Women are like okapi – they mark their territory through their feet by leaving behind a black, tar-like substance for others of their kind to smell.
@dhag85 You and I lead parallel lives, because my cat was just re-ingesting his own vomit, a choice which I find convenient and revolting in equal parts.
What is it with MRAs really, really hating tattoos? They’re fixated on it to a degree that indicates that it’s not merely an aesthetic preference. Do they not like women doing anything that signifies “this is my body, and I do what I like with it”? Is it just because tattoos these days (at least in North America, among middle class people) are associated with a kind of social liberalism that they don’t like?
Personally, I don’t have tattoos, despite living in a hipster-infested millieu where more people have tattoos than not. But I’m considering getting one because it apparently pisses off men who think I should shut up and make them a sandwich. I’m not joking.
Women are like Amano shrimp: you read on the Internet that their expected lifespan is ~18 months, so you buy one and put it in your tank, and almost 10 years later it’s still alive, and you start to wonder if the ones kept by those Internet people were just being treated very poorly, and you become sad for all of the ones that died premature deaths.
Someday I’ll have a furry companion of my own, until then, I love seeing the pictures!!! (and the accompanying narrations XD)
@Dr NicolaLuna
Good fucking riddance. Those are some ridiculous levels of jealousy. Wow, just wow.
Women are like thylacines. They’re probably extinct, but some people still go tramping around Tasmania looking for them because they were freaking awesome.
Women are like sloths: they live on a mostly vegetarian diet, move only when they need to, and their copious body hair hosts symbiotic algae for camouflage.
@Buttercup Q. Skullpants
Once I’ve read the text on the sidebar of TRP that talked about that, and I got the distinct impression that when these guys say that women can’t love, they mean to say that, since a woman won’t abandon her loved ones, priorities, dreams and sense of self for them, they don’t love as much as these guys think they should.
My cat can’t play fetch, but she can jump higher than my aunt’s cats, which are bigger than her.
I wonder, can you train a cat to do tricks like dogs? I’m convinced it’s a waste of time.
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In somewhat good news, I am quite the beneficiary of some generosity. I was thinking about starting my own Ball Jointed Doll collection, and thanks to someone who needed to downsize, I now have two beauties of my own (and a whole small wardrobe for each of them). The taller male doll is named Apollo, and the smaller female doll is named Annie. (Those are their model names, and honestly, I really think they fit.)
I went through all the clothes that were sent along with them, and I sorted out what I wanted to keep, what I want to get rid of (most likely by selling them so I can fund more purchases), and what I need to fix.
Annie has like 7 pairs of shoes. : I One of which I think I own a hooman-sized pair of! Though, I’ve managed to pare that down to about four.
Apollo also has this awesome Hello Kitty hoodie.