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Fading PUA skeezeball Roosh V stages publicity stunt, gets no publicity, is sad online

Why isn’t anyone mad at me?

By David Futrelle

What if you staged a publicity stunt and got no publicity? You might want to ask skeezeball “pickup artist” and rape legalization enthusiast Roosh V.

A couple of weeks ago, you see, Roosh put up a very strange video announcing a planned meetup with fans, seemingly half of which consisted of him saying how terrible it would be if protesters showed up and started a fight, simply awful, wink wink nudge nudge, oh protesters please please please don’t disrupt my little get together.

And in case his critics didn’t understand just how much he would simply hate it if something violent happened, he emailed me and a bunch of other non-fans to tell us all about it. He’s never emailed me before.

It seemed pretty clear that Roosh was hoping to recreate that brief moment in history, some three years ago, when he was briefly the most hated man in the world.

In the summer of 2015, you may recall, Roosh was on what he called his World Tour, and being protested pretty much every step of the way by people who didn’t think his proposal to legalize rape on private property was the brilliant “satire” he claimed it was, considering that the stories he told in his books of his alleged sexual conquests sounded an awful lot like rapes themselves. He was on TV. The Daily Mail sent a reporter to his mom’s house, where he was temporarily living in the basement. He famously had a drink poured on him. Good times.

Fast forward to today. No one is talking about him any more. Traffic at his Return of Kings website is plunging. No one’s putting him on TV, much less pouring drinks on his head.

Roosh’s recent Alexa traffic rankings

You can practically hear his little brain whirring into action: hey, what if someone were to try to attack me and my friends at … uh, a Starbucks — the coffee chain that for Roosh is somehow a symbol of SJW tyranny. All he’d have to do is announce it, tell everyone how much he’d hate it if any SJWs came, and the media would respond with predictable outrage. But, as he noted in his post,

only one media article was written about it. I learned that a substantial flurry of articles needs to be published for the elite to activate their SJW foot soldiers.

And so, a little over a week ago, he and some of his fans got together at a Starbucks, then went together to a bar. And … nothing happened.

He’s now posted the thrilling tale of the non-event, and though he gave his post a cheery headline — “The June 2018 Happy Hour In Washington D.C. Was A Huge Success” — you can practically taste the disappointment.

The plan? He would meet fans at a Starbucks and give them little slips of paper telling them where the real get-together would be; these sneaky “counter-terrorist tactics” (as Roosh called them) were necessary, he thought, to prevent evil SJWs from figuring out where they were going.

There was one little flaw with the plan: he announced the Starbucks location publicly, so any SJW protesters who wanted to confront him could have done it there — or they could have simply followed Roosh and his dudebro army as they marched off together to the super-seekrit bar that was only a few blocks away.

Turns out there was an even bigger flaw with his plan: No one gave a shit, and no SJWs showed up at all.

Let’s turn to Roosh’s Field Report of how it all went down:

At 7:50pm, I stood across the street from the Starbucks. I saw a friend in front and waved him over. Then four more men recognized me. All five of us went inside at 7:55. Starting at 8, the stream of men flowing into the cafe was steady. If a man made lingering eye contact with me, I knew that he knew. I handed out fortune cookie slips of paper that had the location of the main event at a bar two blocks down 7th street.

Presumably the men knew to eat the slips of paper after reading them to prevent enemy spies from obtaining them.

But then something altogether unexpected nearly derailed the event right then and there:

A Starbucks barista came up to the group and said, “Is there anyone here named Roosh? Someone is on the phone for him.” A prank caller. I did not imagine this in my mental rehearsals. I was hesitant to admit that there was a Roosh present in case it was a trap. “There is no one here named Roosh,” I said. The barista left with a skeptical look on his face.

That crisis averted, the Roosh army proceeded to the next phase of their operation: they would use the bathroom at Starbucks without buying anything there to test the new Starbucks policy of not arresting people who hang out in their stores and maybe even use the bathroom without ordering something first, which Starbucks put into place after one of its baristas literally had two black men arrested for the crime of  being in a Starbucks and not immediately ordering anything.

We spread the bathroom code “2018” amongst ourselves to take advantage of the corporate toilet policy. At least five men used the toilet, perhaps as many as eight. … The baristas started getting visibly agitated, especially since only one or two men bought something. They started taking away the stools we were using under the guise of preparing the store for closing.

But alas, Roosh and his army of dudebros were unable to get themselves thrown out.

When the group grew to 25, employees finally asked us to stand away from the front counter. They stopped short of kicking us out. If they did, I’d seek pro bono legal counsel to sue for discrimination since I’m a person of brown color.

Dude, when you try to troll a business and fail. you’re not supposed to announce this fact to the world.

The Roosh Army then decamped to a new base of operations.

At 8:35, I led the group of 40 men down the sidewalk to the bar. It turns out that the fortune cookie slips weren’t necessary. 

No shit, Rooshlock.

After the gaggle of Roosh fans made it to the bar, Roosh finally got the confrontation he had been begging for! Well, sort of.

A woman I didn’t recognize approached me. Apparently one of the attendees told her who I was. She was lamentably overweight but had a friendly demeanor.

“So you’re a pickup artist,” she said.

“I am?”

“Well that’s what it says on your Wikipedia.”

You can almost feel the complete lack of tension in the air.

One of the guys started filming her, thinking that she was attacking me, but I told him that it was okay and he put his phone down. It was clear that she loved getting the attention of several men at once and wanted to keep the conversation going as long as possible, but she would have to increase her beauty for me to give her more than three minutes of my time. After showing her my “straight pride” salute, which is really the same as a black power salute, I introduced her to a man I named Chad because he was a tall and white with a square jaw. I told everyone that if I have a son, I’m naming him Chad.

Wow, what a story. Roosh will be telling this one to his grandchildren, I’m sure.

As the event winded down, I started to wonder where the resistance was. Two years ago, the death threats flowed in at a concerning clip, but now there was nothing.

The obvious explanation: no one gives a shit about you any more. We’ve got other infinitely more important things on our minds.

But Roosh floats a rather different explanation: It was a deliberate plot by the Deep State, or George Soros. or some nefarious puppetmaster behind the scenes, to make him feel sad, or something like that.

To go from 100 to 0 suggests that liberal protests are not organic. A switch must be flipped for them to be activated in a MK Ultra style. If you told me that someone at a high level gets to decide whether an attack takes place or not, I would believe it.

I’m sure you would. It’s more comforting to think that than to accept the fact that you’re yesterday’s news.

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weirwoodtreehugger: chief manatee

Isn’t it interesting how the Iranian and the gay Jewish alt-right personalities are the first ones to fade into obscurity in the post-Trump era. Candace Owens is probably headed out the door right after them. People who aren’t white and cishet enough are only useful to Nazis for so long. They just be glad to be ignored instead of harassed by the alt-reich.

Hambeast
Hambeast
2 years ago

Paradoxy re the PetCo review – I wonder what that person would’ve said about our store? We always posted a person at the door to usher people out (after they had finishedcheck out) so that no late shoppers could sneak in when they left! Most of the time that person was the MOD. Hee!

AuntieMame Redux
AuntieMame Redux
2 years ago

Well, isn’t that amusing. But Roosh is just…..odd to say the least. I was researching misogyny and Roosh’s site came up earlyish in the search results. I read it, heaven help me.

Then I decided to watch a bit of his PUA stuff. Big mistake. One was a video of his basement dwelling complete with a tattered mattress that he explained to viewers had holes because of the raucous sex he’d recently had. The misogyny was bad enough but that more than convinced me that the guy wasn’t in touch with any type of generally accepted reality unless “sex” also included knifing the mattress until it gave over.

I’m honestly a little surprised that anyone has ever listened to this guy because it doesn’t take a whole lot of knowledge or brains to know that sex, even sex with aids or toys doesn’t put gaping holes in the mattress. Our Roosh implied that it was his mighty member at work on some hapless super model who found herself in his lair tearing chunks of mattress filling out of the bed.

But I should really thank Roosh, because this blog was mentioned by more than one person and WHTM has been a sanctuary of intelligence and kindness for me ever since. Even that day almost two years ago I figured that anyplace Roosh and his brethren hated had to be pretty good.

And now I feel a bit bad for being unkind and sarcastic. And then I remind myself about the veiled descriptions of rape and other things Roosh has said and stand by the sarcasm.

tim gueguen
2 years ago

My mom worked at Sears for years. Waiting to pick her up when the store closed at night I’d see people try to get in when the lights were off. They’d try one door, then the next one, then the one next to it. It was as if it was a big secret than Sears and the other stores in Midtown Plaza closed at 9 PM. People trying to get in when closing was at 5:30 made a lot more sense.

Sears Canada is now out of business.

Catalpa
Catalpa
2 years ago

One was a video of his basement dwelling complete with a tattered mattress that he explained to viewers had holes because of the raucous sex he’d recently had.

I mean, given what I know about the range of sex available, I’m sure there’s at least one kink that results in or involves the destruction of a mattress.

However, given what I know about Roosh and his proclivities, I don’t think he takes pleasure in anything more involved than a few minutes of garden variety humping, just enough to count as another “notch”. I just sincerely hope that the holes didn’t come about because he was coercing a woman into sex and decided to demonstrate violence.

Bina
2 years ago

@AuntieMame:

Then I decided to watch a bit of his PUA stuff. Big mistake. One was a video of his basement dwelling complete with a tattered mattress that he explained to viewers had holes because of the raucous sex he’d recently had. The misogyny was bad enough but that more than convinced me that the guy wasn’t in touch with any type of generally accepted reality unless “sex” also included knifing the mattress until it gave over.

I’m honestly a little surprised that anyone has ever listened to this guy because it doesn’t take a whole lot of knowledge or brains to know that sex, even sex with aids or toys doesn’t put gaping holes in the mattress. Our Roosh implied that it was his mighty member at work on some hapless super model who found herself in his lair tearing chunks of mattress filling out of the bed.

Snurk. More likely, the ratty mattress was made so by the grit from his unwashed ass wearing it down. Roosh is notoriously whiny about having to wipe himself, as you probably know.

DawnPurityseeker
DawnPurityseeker
2 years ago

“It’s more comforting to think that than to accept the fact that you’re yesterday’s news.”

I can only imagine that “Yesterday’s News” is referring to the brand of kitty litter. Since it is Roosh that we’re talking about.

Amy
Amy
2 years ago

hehehehe

PirateJennie
PirateJennie
2 years ago

The Chad references just strike me as a desperate attempt to stay relevant by attaching himself (in his mind I’m guessing as a threatening antagonist) to incels, since they’re getting far more press than he ever did.

He’s always tried to hitch a ride to increased noteriety since the PUA gig dried up for him. David documented his pathetic attempts to restyle himself as an MRA guru, which unsurprisingly flopped.

I’ll celebrate the day when there’s no news from him at all.

ChimericMind
ChimericMind
2 years ago

The Alex Jones “gay perfume” sounds like it’s actually a repurposing of the old maybe-legit, maybe-urban legend about the military from decades ago. I don’t know the details of the current forced meme attempt, but supposedly the military worked on a “gay bomb” sometime between 1960-1990, which could be released on the enemy and make all their soldiers make out with each other instead of fighting back against the American soldiers, gambling that men’s horniness could even win out over self-preservation (a not-unreasonable gamble, perhaps). Given the Men Who Stare At Goats, LSD dosing, and all the other wacky shenanigans the Department of Defense got up to back in the day, seriously trying to develop a Gay Bomb seems like something they might actually have attempted, but I haven’t seen a confirmation like some of the other things.

Moggie
Moggie
2 years ago

There totally is a gay bomb. Don’t you remember the November antifa uprising?

https://twitter.com/RespectableLaw/status/983761494360895489

AuntieMame Redux
AuntieMame Redux
2 years ago

@Catalpa

Yeah, I tried to think of a kink that would destroy a mattress but alas my imagination failed me.

@Bina

Unfortunately I have read that and David’s work on certain groups of men being purposefully unwashed as yet another way to express their rage. I just don’t get it. The frightening thing here is that these subcultures have taken misogyny already in our culture (women are men’s rightful sexual prey for example) and taken them to their logical extreme. If logic is the word.

@Chimeric

The gay bomb made me giggle. I’d love to see a Saturday Night Live skit on this.

Mooncustafer
Mooncustafer
2 years ago

@ AuntieMame Redux:

Yeah, I tried to think of a kink that would destroy a mattress but alas my imagination failed me.

I’ve heard the term “jackhammering,” but I think that just refers to inept technique, not anything literal.

Alan Robertshaw
Alan Robertshaw
2 years ago

I tried to think of a kink that would destroy a mattress

BeDSM

Robert
Robert
2 years ago

A few years ago I read an article about the formerly popular stand up comedian Gallagher (the watermelon smasher). The pathos of his increasingly desperate effort to continue his career in the face of a shrinking, aging audience was exceeded only by his bilious viciousness towards just about everyone. Just remembered that, for some reason.

Moggie
Moggie
2 years ago

I tried to think of a kink that would destroy a mattress

Well, xenomorphs probably have acidic jizz, so.

ChimericMind
ChimericMind
2 years ago

I remember when the Gay Bomb showed up as SCP-252, and one of the addenda had two idiots reprimanded (after they finished making out with each other) for trying to use it on two female subjects. They found out that no, it only works on men.

Austin G Loomis
2 years ago

Years and years ago, when there were wolves in Wales, uncles at Christmas, and storms in the desert, I went into New Orleans on a day trip with my family and was briefly in possession of a scrawled pamphlet, by some latter-day Francis E. Dec, which alleged that Saddam Hussein was using gay bombs (or, rather, gay-inducing ELF sonic weapons) on Our Brave Troops in the Gulf. (It also claimed, as best I can remember from the brief glimpse I got before my kindly, not-yet-gray-haired mother took it away and disposed of it, that he was actually an ancient Babylonian demon who could swallow human semen and vomit it up as caviar, so you can presumably see why I compare it to your only hope for a future.)

AuntieMame Redux
AuntieMame Redux
2 years ago

The gay bomb thing made me giggle with derision. Even taking into account beliefs and attitudes of yesteryear, how could people be so stupid?

Beyond the obvious that people of all orientations have functioned as soldiers how exactly would this work? Once the gay juice or whatever got on folks in combat they would suddenly be more concerned with getting a piece of ass rather than saving their ass?

kaybee
2 years ago

Alan Robertshaw…. You win (again)! You never fail to cut right to the essence! 😊😊

Moon_custafer
Moon_custafer
2 years ago

@ AuntieMame Redux:

I’m picturing someone using the Gay Bomb on an all-male force – and it backfiring spectacularly as they turn into the Sacred Band of Thebes: “Now I’m going to fight you even harder, because you’re threatening the man I love!”

AuntieMame Redux
AuntieMame Redux
2 years ago

Moon custafer

Like Achilles and Patroclus. Achilles was pretty much ready to go home until Hector accidentally killed Patroclus. So, good point, this could end up backfiring in a major way, especially as there are theorists who say that in the nitty gritty psychology of war that men already right for the people in the war with them rather than any ideals they went in with.

Jupie
Jupie
2 years ago

“At 8:35, I led the group of 40 men down the sidewalk to the bar. It turns out that the fortune cookie slips weren’t necessary.”

Correction, he walked alongside a bunch of losers down the sidewalk to the bar.

But anyway, I find the number 40 questionable. Isn’t there typically a male-female ratio in bars/clubs that are weighted in favour of females? I don’t see a bar accepting 40 guys at once, even if it’s early…

I’m sure he greatly exaggerated, as usual. That or he doesn’t know how to count. Either-or.