Roosh has always been an interesting character. One of the founding fathers of what became the Manosphere, he helped bring traditional ideas about masculinity and the nature of women back into the light of the modern internet era. A keen practitioner of game – namely aping the traits of confident, naturally attractive men – he enjoys some measure of success with women of a certain quality.
Seemingly somewhat lacking in natural charisma however, he reduces seduction to an almost robot-like series of steps of logical progression, and then appears confused why he finds no fulfilment from the process. A master at the art of appearing to be a naturally confident attractive man, without having quite made the final push into actually making himself into one, on all levels.
I was recently encouraged by his summation of all things Red Pill under the umbrella term Neomasculinity. His post introducing the concept and its central tenets was excellent, and any man would do well to study and understand it.
At the same time, he carries with him a heart full of bitterness, which is evident in much of his other writing. He is angry at the world, at women, and appears to feel he has been cheated out of his birthright of a pleasant, feminine, submissive wife and means to start a family.
His latest article on RoK has taken a turn to the dark side, basically reducing into a “what’s the point of it all” lament. The acerbic vitriol in the comments actually took me aback somewhat. Roosh is a leader for many disillusioned men in this time, and is in a position to influence them. When he writes positive, uplifting pieces like Neomasculinity, it inspires men to try and better themselves. When he writes pieces full of bitterness, loathing and futility, it encourages men to entertain the base side of their nature and whine and complain about their plight, instead of embracing what should be a typical masculine reaction to hardship – namely to redouble your efforts to overcome it.
It cannot be denied, civilisation is well and truly on the decline. Celebration of degeneracy abounds, men are becoming feminine, women masculine. If you are anything like me, your internet content bubble is tailored specifically to deliver tales of the latest affront to human decency into your life at every opportunity.
We, as men of the modern era, are faced with a choice.
We can embrace the decline – watch it burn, give in to the baser aspects of our nature, “bang some sluts”, fail to start a family, and live a hedonistic live of selfish individual pursuits. On many levels, a life of total selfishness is appealing – the most seductive lures always appeal to our most base desires.
We have another choice however. We can witness the depravity around us, and use this as a catalyst to spur us on to embrace the old traditional values even more firmly, to throw ourselves into becoming men of honour and virtue, aspiring to lead by example, remaining immovable pillars whilst all around us begins to crumble.
Although it is a comforting ego-justification to convince oneself that there are utterly no women of any worth remaining in the West in the modern era, it’s simply not true. They’re just harder to find. One must look further afield, travel to parts of the country where more conservative values still hold sway in the main part – you are extremely unlikely to find a woman of worth and virtue in the middle of a sprawling liberal metropolis for instance. Perhaps you must even need to go to a different country.
One must also tirelessly work on oneself, to become a man of depth of character, of financial strength, of physical and intellectual development – primarily for the benefit of ourselves, but also to ensure we are the most attractive proposition available to be able to attract and keep a woman of worth when we find one.
As you sit here, reading this, understand you are the end point of a series of your ancestors stretching back thousands of years into the past. Every single one of them made the decision to live an unselfish life, to give up their personal time and freedom, and start a family, so that their children might carry on the line. If you decide now, at this time, to give up on it all, decide that you simply “know” there are no quality women left in the world – then know that your lineage ends here with you. You are responsible for breaking the chain, because you did not have the strength to fight to continue it.
Undeniably, Western society will collapse. At this point, it’s just a case of whether it is sooner rather than later. Does this mean that suddenly everyone will vanish in a puff of smoke? Of course not. From the wreckage, a remnant will remain of those people who kept to the traditional ways, who did not give in to their urges of selfishness, and it will be up to this remnant to begin the rebuilding process.
Human life has inherent value. Civilisation has inherent value. These are things that it is worth fighting to preserve and protect. If you do not think this, then perhaps indeed you are within your right to ask yourself – what I am even here for?