A Lovemaking Tourist Gulps the Crimson Pill – Taki s Tijdschrift
by Taki Theodoracopulos
by Christopher DeGroot
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by Joe Bob Briggs
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by Patrick J. Buchanan
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A Hookup Tourist Guzzles the Crimson Pill
January 13, 2013
Overheen a decade ago a youthful, clumsy collegium graduate named Roosh embarked DC Bachelor, a blog faithful to his attempts at meeting and dating women te Mordor-on-the-Potomac. His pursuit getraind into a larger trend of “game theory,” an Internet subculture which, depending on whom you ask, is either a repugnant and worrisome current of misogynistic pescadora culture or a heroic grassroots information-sharing response to the sociological confusions that feminist despotism generates.
Roosh approached his individual dating malfunctions single-mindedly. He had severe difficulty talking to women and approached this obstacle by regularly trudging out into the battlefields of night clubs and coffee shops, doing his best to treatment and build up the rente of the women he witnessed, then trudging huis to write plainly about what he experienced, down to the grittiest detail of stomach-churning failure.
“I think ego is a hindrance to realizing truth,” Roosh told mij via email. “And the quickest way to demolish my ego is to broadcast all my individual failings. It’s hard to learn from practices if there is an ego filterzakje attempting to shield you from emotional anguish or discomfort. Lessons you end up learning will be feeble and lacking vivo wisdom….I also think it’s ironic that the more you hide, ter order to make yourself look accomplished, the less human you come across and the less trust you build with your readers.”
Instead of panicking when he eventually lost his anonymity, Roosh’s activity intensified. He made up his mind to turn freelance blogging, international travel, and picking up chicks into a self-supporting lifestyle and career. He has succeeded. He has published at least thirteen books narrating his adventures from Argentina to Latvia and explaining to confused dudes the very basics of meeting women. His fresh webstek is Comeback of Kings, where Roosh and his most articulate readers help cultivate the peer-to-peer Internet wedergeboorte of masculinity during its overall decline and disarray ter the Westelijk.
His very first excursion through Eastern Europe wasgoed punctuated by his perverse exposure ter national media outlets and open challenges from furious women, suspicious immigration authorities, and aggressive neo-Nazis. Yet after less than a month stateside he wasgoed ready to re-up for another tour. “Going to an American club or folder is torturous compared to thesis Eastern European venues where chicks waterput out warm vibes without getting their rocks off on rejecting fellows.” Such is romance ter a setting that is postindustrial yet pre-feminist.
He has toured at least twenty countries and “interviewed” hundreds of almacén women. He lays out his skill derived from trial-and-error practice. (“Estonian chicks have the strongest English while Lithuanian chicks have the weakest.” “Polish chicks are bashful about being affectionate te public.” “Icelandic chicks have a very liberate concept of fidelity, meaning she’ll certainly cheat on hier Icelandic bf for a man she knows isn’t staying long.”)
He proceeds to publish raw and borderline-pornographic accounts of nightlife pursuits te various countries, often favoring smaller, cheaper second-tier cities overheen large cosmopolitan metropolises.
Roosh V He reports his activities ter high-definition detail. Identically stimulating are his mature, value-neutral reflections on the significance of his player mentality and his sturdy, serious discussions of good and interesting books. While such discussions are on the wane ter prestigious colleges and universities, they thrive on the blog of a self-identified “sex tourist” whose literary tastes run increasingly ter the classical direction. “After reading 100 or so modern books,” Roosh admits, “you klapper a point of diminishing terugwedstrijd where it’s hard to build up further wisdom. They’re derivative enough that you get feelings of deja vu, like you’ve bot exposed to the ideas before.”
It’s clear from his writing that when he began, he lacked an zakagenda outside of hook-up and wholesale honesty. But te the midst of pickup rejections and hookup stories wij detect Roosh’s ideological turnabouts. Taking the crimson pill—identifying and studying kernels of politically incorrect realism—is obviously incompatible with liberalism, he says, and crimson pills are his business and his pleasure. “But four years of socialdemócrata university education does take time to de-brainwash from its subjects. If you give mij an impressionable youthfull man, four years of time, and alliances with the government and media, I’m pretty certain I can give him a belief system which would likely remain with him for life, even if it strongly contradicts reality.”
Being too fair is what landed Roosh on a Southern Poverty Law Center list spil a menacing captain of misogyny.
Being so targeted, Roosh notes, “has entirely evaporated any vestigial demócrata thoughts that I held from my university practice.” That evaporation wasgoed something he expected, but making the SPLC roster hastened the process.
He recently began to admit concern with Europe’s emerging demographic nightmare, but he maintains a liberate houvast and declines to seize the tar babies of shrill Internet extremism. He won’t lightly abandon the poolside party for the grueling, routinized political fray.
Instead he indulges Scotch on the rocks (“Men shouldn’t drink their licor with juice”), strong weights (“Men should do squats”), and of course women (“Feminine, selfless, and lean. Hard to find ter America, hilariously effortless to find te Eastern Europe”).
Translation: Don’t look for Roosh on the gevelbreedte lines of political fight until they outlaw travel and hookup.