Rapey, Pit-stained Pick-Up Artist Roosh V. Emerges From His Mother’s Basement
It’s been a rough week for the manosphere! All Daryush ‘Roosh’ Valizadeh wanted was to organize meetings across the globe for men so that they may get together and complain about how women and feminism were ruining everything for them. Then, those beautiful meetings themselves were ruined by women and feminism–and people who didn’t understand his beautiful satirical prose about rape. Alas!
Frightened by what he claims are “death threats from around the world,”–particularly from Edinburgh–the 36-year-old alpha male called police to come to his mother’s home in Silver Springs, Maryland, as he currently lives in her basement.
When police arrived, Valizadeh sported a pit-stained t-shirt, shorts and a rather disheveled look.
Roosh told police that he’d been receiving phone calls and emails from across the globe threatening to kill him if he or his people came to their country. This is quite a turnabout from the other day when he declared in his secret forum that he was not afraid of physical attacks so much as for his acolytes to be “exposed.”
As mentioned, Roosh has taken to declaring that the essay in which he says that rape should be legal if done on private property is “satire.”
Sure! Let’s accept that premise! Let’s say it’s satire! Even if we do accept that premise, for that particular essay, there’s also the problem of his various self-published books, like “Bang Iceland” and “Bang Poland” and “Bang Whatever Other Countries”–which, as far as we know, are not satire–and in which he encourages other men to follow his lead by not paying attention to things like consent or if the woman they wish to stick their dick in is conscious!
Let’s take a look at some choice quotes from those books, courtesy of We Hunted The Mammoth!
While walking to my place, I realized how drunk she was. In America, having sex with her would have been rape, since she couldn’t legally give her consent. It didn’t help matters that I was relatively sober, but I can’t say I cared or even hesitated.
I won’t rationalize my actions, but having sex is what I do.
If a girl is willing to walk home with me, she’s going to get the dick no matter how much she has drunk. …
I figure my dick was inside her about forty minutes after meeting her, likely my fastest bang ever. The sex was as good as drunken sex can get, but I did notice her pussy was drier than the Sahara desert.
Is that satire? Is this?
In the middle of the night I got another boner, put on a condom, and jammed it back in while she was half-asleep. I came and passed out again with the condom still on my dick….
OH. Still satire?
We moved to my bed. I got her down to her bra and panties, but she kept saying, “No, no.” I was so turned on by her beauty and petite figure that I told myself she’s not walking out my door without getting fucked. At that moment I accepted the idea of getting locked up in a Polish prison to make it happen.
WOW. That is some really intense satire there, buddy!
Of course, as reprehensible as Roosh and his acolytes are, no one should be sending these douchemonster any threats. Why threaten them with physical violence when he’s so much more afraid of women laughing at them?