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The Denial Of Death

After my sister died in March of 2018, I was desperate to make sense of what happened. A close friend of mine recommended I read the book Die Wise by Stephen Jenkinson. I also watched the documentary about him called Griefwalker.

Jenkinson is a Canadian who worked in the “death industry” as a director of palliative care in Toronto’s Mount Sinai Hospital. He has come to understand the perverse incentives that keep dying people alive, which stem from our inability to accept that death really happens. Die Wise helped me understand why my sister received barbaric medical treatment after her cancer diagnosis.

High-tech health care has become an undeclared war on dying itself.


Gone, if it was ever there, is the option of doing little, of under functioning, of opting for nothing when wrestling with illness and death in the presence of a remarkable range of options that doesn’t include doing nothing. Gone is any real questioning of treatment at all. The treatment options are debatable, but treatment is not.

When someone is diagnosed with a chronic illness that could lead to death, modern medicine insists on an immediate intervention that is often aggressive. Doctors may even use military terms against the illness like “hit it hard,” “attack,” and “go on the offense,” which insinuate that your body is a war zone, but even if you win the war, what damage will you body sustain? As I saw with cancer treatment, the destruction is tremendous. Surviving the war leaves you with far less than you had than when you first started, on top of the psychological trauma of wondering when the disease will return.

Because most people want to live, and have never deeply considered the fact that they will one day die, they quickly fall under the spell of the medical industry. Yes, the disease must be “attacked” and my body must be ravaged so I don’t die, because being alive is better. No monetary cost or bodily side effect should serve as an obstacle to “living,” but that living will not be the same as before.

More and more, medical technology has become—maybe by default, because so many of us have no other—the story of our dying.


Palliative medicine is a creation of rapid med-tech innovation unaccompanied by any similarly rapid innovative practice wisdom guiding its use, governed by the unimpeachable human-centered conviction that dying is a manageable metabolic event that should be managed, animated by the root conviction that If you can, you should.

If you get diagnosed with cancer, you must do something, because this is your one life and you need to live it; you need to fight! But now the doctors—the new priests—have you, and you are essentially donating your body to the medical industry. The machines and the tubes and the infusions and the side effects are now a daily feature of your existence. In essence, it’s a completely new life, but the aggressive something that is being done is often Potemkin intervention that merely enriches the doctors while extending your suffering.

What if the doctors, who are financially invested in you receiving treatment to pay their expensive mortgages, student loan bills, and BMW car payments, massage the truth about your true odds, and give you false hope that prevents you from accepting that death is on the near horizon? What if doctors know for a fact that you are dying, and you have practically no chance to survive beyond a few painful years, but refuse to tell you, and instead use mealy-mouthed code words that a family member has to painstakingly decipher as if they were uttered in a foreign language?

Once you give your body over to the doctors, they will mutilate it. They will slice and dice, pump you full of drugs, and then pat you on the hand to say you are doing great when you don’t even recognize the new life you have.

Within the health care regime the language often changes when a patient is tacitly acknowledged to be a dying person. Professionals will start talking with patients and families about “quality, not quantity.” They will talk of “palliative radiation,” of “comfort-giving measures.”

When someone is dying in the movies, a doctor often says, “I’m sorry but nothing else can be done. I recommend you get your affairs in order.” This doesn’t happen in real life. Instead, doctors repeat the word “comfort,” which really means that they want you to be comfortable with dying—but without telling you that you’re dying! They will be more than happy to fill you up with morphine and anti-depressants so you never have to be consciously aware of that fact.

Here is what I have seen, over and over: dying people in the early and middle stages of their dying, still fairly healthy considering everything, their dying no longer unknown, no longer questioned, their symptoms fairly well managed, their pain fairly well controlled, utterly terrified, unspeakably riven by dread, numb when they are not panting with the horror of it, up many hours of the night with a raw, unspeakable, pain-free or pain-managed terror. This makes them prime candidates for sedation or antidepressants. Here’s why: Their terror should have been quelled by having their worst fear managed. Yes. Of course. It should have done.

A doctor may not tell you that you’re dying, but your body knows. It can’t continue with “life” as it were, to enjoy the same things and go to work like everything is okay, which is what dying people are encouraged to do. This conflict leads to intense anxiety and terror that a doctor immediately wants to hammer away with psychoactive drugs.

In a culture that hides death, not only with humans but also with the animals we kill to produce our food, there is no secular superstructure or process to understand how we die. We’re at a loss of what to do when it comes to death (we don’t even know what to say to someone who is being affected by it), when death should be in our awareness not long after we’re born.

More Time means more time to live their dying. It means more symptoms, more drugs for the symptoms, more drugs for the side effects of the first drugs, more weakness and diminishment and dependence to go along with more time with the kids or the grandkids, or walks in the park with the dog. That’s not all it means, not necessarily, but More Time almost always means more dying.


More Time almost never looks or feels or goes the way people imagine it will when they are bargaining for it. More Time bears no resemblance to anything most people have lived. More Time is a fantasy of the resumption of a life interrupted. But More Time, when it finally kicks in, is the rest of a dying person’s life, and the rest of that life will be lived in the never-before-known shadow of the inevitability of their dying. For the first time in their lives they will live knowing that they will die from what afflicts them.


By being given More Time, they have been given more death.

Modern medicine gives the illusion that death—and the pain from death—can be escaped, but instead, doctors merely distribute the pain and suffering over a longer period of time, if not outright increasing it. Medical treatment is a devil’s bargain where you receive more time to live, but at an immense financial, physical, and emotional cost. While I would never tell a friend or relative to just let cancer or heart disease ravage them, they need to be aware that they will still be ravaged, just at a slower pace, while receiving a false sense of hope that life can return to what it was before the disease.

[The patient’s] problem was that he was still alive. Because of the treatment he’d received his life had been extended far beyond what the disease dictated, but he gained that additional life knowing that he would die in the foreseeable future of the disease he was being treated for anyway. He had bargained for months of illness and an hour of death, but instead got an eternity of wakeful agitated, motionless, unremarkable, endless, symptom-riddled, ordinary dying.


Instead of the old nightmare of uncontrolled pain and unexpected death, we have a new nightmare of controlled pain and an unexpected wish to die, a wish that can’t be accounted for by worsening symptoms and can’t be soothed by reassurances that no one will be allowed to suffer. They are suffering. Dying people are suffering a torment we once thought would only come to those in the hour of their death. Now the hour of death is months long, sometimes longer.

The deciding moment is when you become ill. Your body, existing in corrupted flesh due to Adam’s fall, has decided to die. It will always happen before you expect, and you will refuse to believe in your body’s judgment. You will blame all sorts of environmental causes and bad luck, but the body, your flawed biological shell, will win. Treatment is just rearranging the chairs on the deck of the Titanic, and you will suffer mightily before it’s done. By saying this, I’m not advocating for you to abstain from medical treatment, but the costs of treatment must be understood before the disease comes, because when you’re ill, and doctors are dangling the possibility of a successful treatment or “cure” above your head, you will not be able to make a sound decision on what to do.

Dying is a natural thing, and left to its natural self each living thing knows how to die. The body has the genius of a natural thing, and it knows how to obey the accumulation of time, wear and tear, disease and symptoms. It knows how to stop. But med-tech, not in any sense a natural thing, knows how to subvert the way disease and symptoms have of keeping and marking time, and in doing so it subverts the body’s knowledge of how to stop.

You will refuse to listen to your body, to nature, to God’s plan. Besides, how will you really know it’s your time? Is refusing antibiotics for a skin infection that then becomes deadly sepsis what God has in store for you? How do I know God’s will? At what point are we being silly in refusing treatment and at what point are we extending our dying time?  These questions and boundaries have to be decided before the disease comes, which means you have to think of your death and pray to God for wisdom while you’re perfectly healthy.

Personally, I don’t believe I would treat cancer that I’m diagnosed with if it’s beyond Stage 2, when it has spread from the original tumor, though to know for sure, I would essentially have to become a doctor myself by being able to decipher medical scans and understand treatment plans and their costs, and the only reason I know of the intricacies of cancer treatment is because of what happened to my sister. With death shoved behind closed doors, most people will not know the truth of how the medical industry handles death until they experience it firsthand, yet the cost of learning that experience is high. Most of you will choose the “cope, hope, and dope” option that the medical industry offers you, and I don’t blame you for that.

…extraordinary energy and vitality given in this culture to the project of not knowing that we are dying, and because of the unhesitating willingness of caregivers of all stripes to collude with this refusal to know through the usually clumsily crafted projects of positive outlook, hopefulness, and live-instead-of-die advocacy, and because the etymology of the verb “to palliate” comes closer to “to conceal, to cloak” than it does to “to help.”


The woman was referred to an outpatient palliative care service without being told what it meant to be in palliative care.

Palliative care is given to patients who are not expected to live. They are given treatments that are meant to reduce pain and increase comfort, but not always: my sister was given both radiation and chemotherapy in her last days at tremendous pain even though, in hindsight, I believe the doctors knew there was little hope in her recovery. Regrettably, it was me who helped persuade my mother and father that we should go ahead with these futile treatments. My sister wanted to live, and I didn’t want her to die, and the doctors didn’t seem wholly pessimistic, but those treatments only made her dying time that much more difficult. The doctors withheld her true odds, and allowed all of us to make the wrong decisions when it came to her final days.

Everyone knows that everyone else is going to die. Each person does not know that he or she are going to die. They do not know they are dying when they are, which is why they need to be told. There are many working in the death trade today who will vehemently defend this not knowing as a fundamental right of all people. This is compassion to them.

You don’t possess the belief that you will one day die. You’re an educated person who knows that all living beings must die, but your own death is so abstract, so off in the distance, that you don’t truly believe it will happen to the extent that it’s worth thinking about now, but by not doing so, you delegate responsibility for your life to a medical industry that has its own interests which only slightly overlap with yours. You will panic when you are diagnosed with an illness, make sure all medical options are explored, and pursue an aggressive treatment plan that takes an immense physical toll on you, and yet you will remain ever so hopeful to extend your living time that you still refuse to accept your death, as proximal as it may seem to the doctors who are treating you.

When Finding Meaning is your hammer, it turns dying into a desperate kind of scavenger hunt, a last-gasp lunge at holding back the tide of Meaninglessness that our cultural poverty on this issue prescribes to us in our dying time.


If you haven’t been deliberately making meaning in your life by the ways you’ve lived it, then your time of dying is going to be a hard, hard proving ground, a tough, under-the-gun place to do so.

If you do accept death, what meaning can you find in a culture that conceals it and pretends it doesn’t happen, where the only institution of our culture that attempts to put death into context—religion—is all but gone? Even when you’re alive and healthy, you flounder at finding meaning that transcends the material. That is only amplified during your dying time. The context and meaning must already be in place for death to make sense, but since I know very few people who understand their existence while healthy, dying will be an exceedingly painful affair.

[Medicine] has turned the epic life drama of dying into the treatment of symptoms, the treatment of side effects of the treatment, the treatment of side effects of the drugs, the treatment of secondary, escalating symptoms, the treatment of secondary side effects, and so on.

The medical industry distracts you from death, postponing your acceptance and understanding of it. You will be so busy with doctor appointments, treatments, management of side effects, and listening to encouraging words of hope from loved ones and support groups that death never stops being an abstraction.

In a death-phobic culture like our own, knowing you are dying is not as healthy as hoping you aren’t dying while you are. When hopeful people are dying, and when dying people are hopeful, they buy a house on a street called Not Now, in a town called Not Yet, according to a Freedom 55 investment plan called Anywhere but Here. They become fighters, and the obligation they hold their families, friends, and caregivers to is that there be nothing but positive, upbeat, hopeful talk around them, no matter the diagnosis, prognosis, symptom buildup or failing strength, phantom capacity or fugitive alertness, until they themselves give the unequivocal signal that they have given up hope.


It is not dying that is traumatic; it is dying in a death-phobic culture that is traumatic.

In addition to the medical industry, there is also the health charity industry that acts as a cult to recruit you and your family to the “cause” of fighting, finding cures, and having hope, all while they lop off 50% of your money in “administrative” costs, and all you’re left with is colored ribbons made in China that you eventually toss into the trash when you realize how hollow their compassion really was.

Physicians, counselors, and families are all unhinged when a dying person wants to die before they are able to.


“I’m dying.” Don’t be negative. “I want to die.” You’re depressed.

If I get a terminal disease, and choose not to get treatment, please don’t ask me to fight, and please don’t send me your apple cider vinegar cure. Let me die! When the doctor lists my treatment options, and advises me to take a drug which will napalm my body, and that it’s my best option, I will tell him to let me die! When a family member says that I need to fight for them, so they don’t suffer the grief from my absence, I will thank them for their love and say let me die! No one, including myself, allowed my sister to die. She had to fight when she was beyond the strength to do so, when it was not fair to her. Trusting the doctors when it came to my sister’s care was perhaps the biggest mistake I’ve made in my life.

Our fear of dying is an inherited trauma. It comes from not knowing how to be at home in the world. It comes from having no root in the world and no indebtedness to what has gone before us.

As we become more rootless, more disconnected from our families, ancestors, and homelands, dying becomes that much harder. We don’t know why we lived, so how can we know why we’re dying?

Dying is enormously hard. The labor of it—and it is labor, of the same kind as that which brings life into the world—is relentless, demanding. The shock of having to see your days as numbered in the dozens, of seeing your body heading out of town, of seeing yourself as mostly passed, these are in some ways ruinous and costly encounters with the way it is.

But it’s going to happen. No amount of medicine or miracle cures will stop it, and attempting to delay your death simply extends your dying time so that you die longer, so that your body rattles for longer. Today is the time to face death, while you’re healthy to face it, not when you get sick.

If you are not born with the instinct for dying well, you have to learn it. I wish you every success in finding someone who is good at it and is willing to teach you. You have to learn how to die, or you probably will not die wisely or well.


People die the way they live, mostly. That could be grim, or it could be, in a quiet and unexpected way, great news. It means that you can begin to learn how to die well long before your turn comes. It means that you can practice it in all the mundane corners of daily life. It means there’s nothing to wait for. There’s no one to give you the news. Getting up again the next morning, until you can’t: That’s pretty much all the news you’re going to get to keep you in the know. Being able to eat again, until you can’t: That’s the news. Everyone else’s dying and death before yours is the news washing up on your shore.

One downside of this book is that it’s written in a poetic style that is quite wordy. It’s not a typical nonfiction book that lays out a recipe for action; instead, it is more of a gentle ballet that connects you with Jenkinson’s heart and his experiences. While the book will help you understand death in relation to medical care, it does not help much with death itself. Instead, it talks about how death is done in the modern era, and why it is so difficult. Nonetheless, I believe this book is important to read, especially if you or a loved one have just been diagnosed with a terminal disease.

If there’s one thing I learned from Die Wise, it’s that I shouldn’t count on anyone to tell me I’m dying, especially a doctor. They won’t tell me. My family won’t tell me, and will give me hope where none exists because they don’t want me to die. I will have to expose myself to death in a way that has been shielded from me and listen to my bones when my time is near, and be ready to experience death as purely and consciously I can, just like I have experienced everything else in life, because while I may not want death to come, it will come on its own timeline, not my own.

I wish I read Die Wise before my sister died. I would have understood that all her treatments simply prolong her dying time and that cancer “remission” is still a form of dying, albeit at a much slower pace, because the cancer is still there, waiting until it can start a new offensive. I would have been able to decode the “comfort” that doctors promised her, and how when they said it’s “helpful to try” a drug, what they were really saying is that we’ve arrived at the end of the road, and that it’s time to die. I lament that my sister had to die so painfully and confusingly for me to learn how I could die wisely when my time comes.

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LAST CHANCE! Final Day To Buy “The Best Of Roosh Volume 2” At 60% Off

Today is the last day for discount prices on my newest book, The Best Of Roosh Volume 2 — Understanding Women, and also the new edition of The Best Of Roosh Volume 1 — Deep Into Game.

Volume 2 contains 274 pages of red-pill lessons on culture and women that I learned from the hedonist phase of my life. Volume 1, on the other hand, is a 212-page book that reveals how intensively and obsessively I dedicated myself to casual sex and travel.

Tuna the bumblebee is pollinating

If you order today, each ebook is only $3.99 (regular price: $9.99) and each paperback is $2 off. Also, if you order either paperback, you will receive the respective ebook for free…

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Why Is Everything So Fake?

The more I look at the world around me, the more I realize the fakery of everything, from the food I eat to the beauty of the women I’m attracted to. And yet, no one else seems to mind. People run away from what is natural and authentic to dive straight into the fake, and they seem to enjoy it.

The food is fake. The animals we eat are fed industrial filler and the meat is processed to appear natural in color. Tomatoes in the supermarket are genetically modified and gassed to appear red. Other Frankenfoods resemble nothing like they did a few decades ago. Even Coca-Cola, which was originally a sugar-based beverage, no longer has sugar in it but corn sweetener. To top it off, the entire food chain is polluted with glyphosate (RoundUp weed killer), which is present even in beer and wine. Almost no one is getting the proper nutrients and vitamins they need, because the food they eat is not real, and they try to compensate by taking dubious supplements, but that’s mostly in vain since your body was not designed to extract life-giving nutrients from pills.

The appearance of men and women are fake. Men inject themselves with hormones and puff their muscles up in a way that does not translate to strength in real-life dangers that no longer happen. Women put chemicals on their face to simulate sexual arousal and wear high-tech pants to shape their bodies like clay. Many use fake hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes. Everyone bleaches their teeth to the color of porcelain dinnerware. All photographs of humans are fake by default, photoshopped to perfection, and “deep fakes” will soon ensure that videos will also be fake.

The personas of men and women are fake. Everyone is deeply dissatisfied with who they are, so they have embarked on a journey of “self-improvement” where they destroy their natural essence for a persona or ideal they believe will allow them to be materially successful in the wreckage we call modern society. When you talk to someone, you talk to a filter that is desperate to act in a “cool,” high-status, or attractive manner. Every laugh, statement, and joke is a product of deliberation and calculation. Only a tiny percentage of human communication is based on the truth, and for some people, absolutely none of it is.

The mental states we experience are fake. Most of it is under caffeine, alcohol, marijuana, illegal drugs, pharmaceutical drugs, legal supplements, and psychedelics. Most people don’t know what it’s like to be on completely nothing and exist in a wholly natural state. We’re scared to death of how we really are.

The news is fake. All of it is filtered through the agenda of oligarch owners that have an agenda of increased wealth and power. By default, most of history is also fake. If they can’t get the news today right, I doubt they got the events of 75 years ago right.

“Pro rape leader”

The weather is fake. Governments are injecting heavy metals and other substances in the atmosphere while conducting space-age electromagnetic experiments. The fabric that composes your clothes is fake, made in a factory instead of shorn from an animal. The music you listen to is fake, made by a computer instead of a musician. The money you earn is fake, backed by nothing of value. The flowers on the restaurant table are fake. Her romantic interest in you is fake. The conversations you have with your co-workers are fake. The craftsmanship that goes into high-priced “authentic” consumer goods, made in a factory like everything else, is fake.

With everything fake, and people so eager to either be fake or consume what is fake, could it be that we are also fake? How else can you explain our rush for fakery, to glorify what is fake, to produce the fake for rewards that are also fake? No, I reject that notion. The truth is we are living not in the World of God but in the World of Man, a world created by other men to monitor, weaken, and control us, to fill our minds with disgusting lies, to encourage us to commit all manner of inhuman behavior. I’ll consider that tonight when I shower with fake soap, moisturize with fake chemicals, and sleep on my fake feather pillow.

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READ NOW: The Best Of Roosh Volume 2 — Understanding Women

Today I’m releasing my third book in nine months: The Best Of Roosh Volume 2 — Understanding Women. It is a 275-page remastered compilation of my top 78 blog articles published between February 2013 and October 2018, from a total of 631 that were written. Here are the chapters:

  • Understanding Women
  • Improving Women
  • Dating
  • Game
  • Sex
  • Life
  • Masculinity
  • Society
  • Power
  • Long Form

The previous Best Of Roosh (Volume 1), contained mostly game instruction when I was at the height of my sexual pursuits. This second volume contains mostly the lessons from those experiences, especially concerning the nature of women, and while there is game knowledge in this volume, it is centered more around big-picture ideas than specific tactics like in my book Game.

Here is a small sample of titles included in the compilation:

  • The True Nature Of Women
  • Women Who Don’t Have Babies Go Crazy
  • Some Women Only Marry Men They Can Cheat On
  • Dating Doesn’t Work
  • 2 Signs A Girl Will Cheat On You
  • How The Game Changes When You Get Older
  • The Death Of Male Authenticity

All articles have been re-edited and carefully ordered to maximize the retention of red pill knowledge. This compilation will help men understand women and their modern environment through a masculine frame of reference that resists the Western agenda of male emasculation.

I’m also releasing a new collector’s edition of The Best Of Roosh Volume 1 — Deep Into Game

Volume 1 is a compilation of my 90 best blog articles published between August 2006 and January 2013, from a total of 1,742 that were written. Topics include game, dating, sex, self-improvement, lifestyle, feminism, American culture, and travel.

In this new edition, I cleaned up the extremely vulgar language and corrected dozens of grammatical errors. I considered renaming it “The Worst Of Roosh,” because it shows me at the height of my delusion, ego, and sexual obsession when I truly believed that being a slave to my penis was the same as pursuing masculine excellence. This volume shows how a man can be utterly controlled by his body while somehow thinking that he is in control.

For the next week, I’m offering discounts on the ebook and paperback of both volumes. Also, if you order either paperback, you will receive the respective ebook for free…

Order the Volume 2 ebook or paperback

The instantly downloadable ebook edition costs only $9.99 $3.99 during launch week and contains unrestricted PDF, EPUB, and Kindle (MOBI) files that can be viewed on unlimited devices. After submitting your payment, you’ll be immediately forwarded to the book’s download page…

The paperback edition with classic cover design costs only $23 $21 + shipping and is shipped worldwide directly to you from the Roosh Warehouse. You will also get the ebook for free…

Order before June 14 to take advantage of discounts on the ebook and paperback.

Order the Volume 1 ebook or paperback

The instantly downloadable ebook edition for Volume 1 also costs $9.99 $3.99 during launch week and contains unrestricted PDF, EPUB, and Kindle (MOBI) files that can be viewed on unlimited devices…

The paperback edition with costs $21 $19 + shipping and is shipped worldwide. You will also get the ebook for free…

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After a year of strenuous work, I’m relieved to have no more books in the pipeline, so Volume 2 will be my last new release for a year or two. I’m now ready for my USA tour, which begins in only a couple of weeks (click here for details). As always, thank you for the support.

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The Casual Sex Funnel

Because you were likely born after the sexual revolution, you may not realize that so much of your reality is nudging you towards casual sex. From the sexual stimuli you perceive in a normal day out in the city to the specific venues you frequent where casual sex can be quickly achieved, you are constantly being funneled into desiring shallow intimacy. Many corporate industries and globalized forces are controlling this funnel, which all depend on you believing that having a “sex life” is one of the most important features of your existence.

You’ve likely purchased products and services from internet websites. From your perspective, the process is easy and seamless: you’re presented with images, videos, a sales page, and an easy checkout process. Behind the scenes, however, the owners of a website have done extensive A/B testing to maximize sales. Changing the color of the font, presenting the product within a different layout, or tweaking upsell offers are all factors that go into an optimized sales funnel. The same thing is happening to us in society. Engineers and scientists have done countless A/B tests to drive “sales,” which in their case is non-reproductive sex that damages an individual’s ability to reproduce in the future.

When a man starts his day, he begins seeing women in revealing clothing on his way to school or work. If a woman is wearing yoga pants, he may even be able to identify the shape of her labia, and imagine it in the nude. This is a surefire method to rouse up sexual desire and keep it there. He then spends hours in a co-ed university or workplace that further amplifies sexual thoughts. During breaks, he uses his smartphone to observe more sexy women on social networking or on articles that need his clicks to sell advertisements.

To relieve stress at the end of the day, he seeks an alcoholic drink or two in the bar, where there are loose women who are quite willing to give up immediate sex if he’s able to turn them on. In the case he fails to score with a woman, there will be dating apps for him to use. Even more potent is the unlimited free porn that can serve as a masturbatory aid in relieving the sexual tension, but which feeds the sex urge further. The cycle will repeat the next day.

The Casual Sex Funnel For Men: Surplus sexual imagery that excites (online and offline) → Co-ed spaces that keep the mind on sex → Alcoholic venues or apps that allow potential fulfillment of sexual desire → Act of casual sex or using free hardcore porn to keep the desire inflamed

The funnel for a woman is different: it doesn’t sell her the prospect of sex as much as fulfilling her desire to appear beautiful or sexy to the multitude. It begins in the shopping mall, the fashion magazine, Facebook, and Instagram, where she is bombarded with images of beautiful women who seem to be happy and desirable while exhibiting trendy mannerisms and wearing fashionable clothing and makeup.

When a woman wakes up, she picks out an outfit from her closet that was sold to her as something that would garner sexual attention from men. On her way to school or work, she morphs—even in a subtle way—into a sexual weapon that excites men, which is exciting to her initially, but as she enters adulthood, she becomes numb to affections from men she deems as “average.”

During the day, she snacks on Instagram and other dating apps, trying to get the attention of a higher standard of man that doesn’t seem to give her attention in real life. In school or work, she competes with other attractive women and gets annoyed at the ugly men who flirt with her. She also gives positive signals to the good-looking men she hopes will validate her, and when that fails, she goes to the bar or club to drink with her girlfriends, but only “losers” talk to her. She wonders why Eric from last week didn’t text her back. Wasn’t the blow job she gave him on the first date good enough? She goes home, takes off her yoga pants, which are now imbued with vaginal sweat, and eats a little bit more than her appetite demands, ensuring that she gains weight and is required to buy more expensive products in the hope that she will still feel attractive.

The Casual Sex Funnel For Women: Buying commercial products that make men desire her → Co-ed spaces that keep her aching to score the best men → Venues or apps that give her access to good-looking men who don’t want to commit to her → Act of casual sex or using alcohol, food, social media, and pills to relieve the pain of not being with a man who loves her

Consider the industries that are an integral component of the casual sex funnel for both men and women:

  • Nightclub and bar industry
  • Alcohol
  • Porn
  • Sex toys and lubricants
  • Birth control
  • Antibiotics (for sexually transmitted diseases)
  • Abortion
  • Dermatology and plastic surgery
  • Restaurants
  • Fashion and clothing
  • Female magazines and websites
  • Pop music
  • Dating apps
  • Social networking
  • Processed foods and ice cream
  • Anti-depressants
  • Boutique cats and toy dogs
  • Entertainment and other media options designed for barren women
  • Marketing for all of the above

Tinder alone, which is just one app in the entire funnel, is slated to earn over $1 billion this year, almost entirely from men in a state of loneliness or lust. When all the above industries are combined, there are hundreds of billions of dollars dependent on you consenting to casual sex and then spending money and attention on the paraphernalia that is associated with it. If casual sex were eliminated today, most of these industries would drastically contract or go bankrupt. At the minimum, they wouldn’t be such an integral driver of the culture that uses the natural sex urge to manipulate both men and women.

Most people are blind to how their behavior is impacted by the casual sex funnel, but it is affecting them every hour of every day. The funnel’s effectiveness is proved by the fact that most people today believe that casual sex is acceptable, or at least not immoral, when that simply wasn’t the case fifty years ago. In essence, you are being stuffed through a cultural grinder that parts with your money, time, youth, and ability to meaningfully bond with someone of the opposite sex. During the whole ride through, you genuinely believe you are acting on your own volition in a “biological”, “scientific”, or “evolutionary” way, when in actuality the casual sex seed was artificially amplified in your psyche through a relentless barrage of social engineering.

The biological sex urge is strong, but it is certainly being manipulated in ways that take you away from the reason we have it in the first place: to bond with one person to create a family. Instead, you have come to overvalue a purely physical act that even the stupidest, most braindead animals are capable of doing. The guilt, frustration, and dissatisfaction that are created from committing acts of casual sex merely keep you in the funnel, thinking that more of it is what will satisfy you.

When you fail at the game of using sex to achieve happiness, and you will fail at it, the pharmaceutical, alcohol, and food industries will be there to soothe your pain. While those of the elite profit off of your manipulated sex drive, the unseen super-elite watch the population suffer from sterility and atomization to achieve their ultimate goal of human control, and the benefits you perceive from “free” sex turn out to be anything but.

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I Have Unpublished 11 Of My Books

I have taken the following eleven books out of print.

  • Bang
  • Bang Poland
  • Bang Ukraine
  • Bang Iceland
  • Don’t Bang Denmark
  • Bang Lithuania
  • Bang Estonia
  • Don’t Bang Latvia
  • Roosh’s Argentina Compendium
  • Roosh’s Brazil Compendium
  • Bang Colombia

You can no longer buy them from my web store and new copies will soon be removed from third-party outlets.

This action coincides with my decision to forbid casual sex discussion on my forum, though not discussion of other game mechanics like meeting women and dating. I will share more about these decisions in the future, but as of now I’ll say that I can no longer be a central node that men use to commit morally questionable acts. In other words, I don’t want my work to be actively used to lead men into sin or to enable them to commit it, and while it’s true that “evil” can lead to good, as it did in my case, though at excruciating cost, I don’t want to directly aid men in evil pursuits. If you’re not a believer, it is unlikely you will understand the nature of these decisions and similar ones that will come in the future.

Another change I’ve made on my web store is that I don’t entice you with juicy upsell offers that include books which teach fornication if the book you’re buying is not of that topic. For example, in the past, if you wanted to buy a book like A Dead Bat In Paraguay, I would show you an upsell offer that included all of my fornication guides, but now the offer includes only two other memoirs.

For now, I’ve decided not to unpublish Game because of the large percentage of men who are using it in relationships and for marriages, in spite of the fact that it does contain fornication advice. Instead, I edited the sales page to tone down the sexual benefits that could be received from it.

I have not unpublished my two pornographic memoirs, 30 Bangs and Poosy Paradise, because they reveal the truth of my past and serve as a warning that sexual obsession is not the correct path. Along the same lines, I also have not unpublished The Best Of Roosh Volume 1. These three books are more embarrassing to me than harmful to others, though I may change my mind about them in the future. As for the eleven books I did unpublish, I find that they have no redeeming value. That leaves a total of nine books remaining available for sale.

It’s important for me to state that I’m not making this decision for others. I’m not doing this because I think it will protect me from deplatforming (it won’t) or put me in good graces with any community or institution. As my action on the forum last week showed, I am being mocked by everybody, most especially by those who I thought were friends. These decisions are personal, stemming from my relationship with God and the plan that He has set out for me. I intend to do what is right, even if it will cost me.

In spite of the fact that I can choose to do what is right today, I know that my past will continue to follow me for the rest of my life. Still, I hope I can minimize some of the damage that my work has caused. On my live streams, I’ve repeatedly stated that we need to apply cleansing fire on the most degenerate parts of society, but I’ve realized that that fire must first be applied within. And so let the filth that I created burn so that I can begin my second life with a clearer conscience.

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The Goal Of Corporations Is Not To Make Money

For the longest time, I believed that corporations existed simply to make money for their owners and shareholders. They are the basis of “free-market capitalism” that produces economic growth and an improved standard of living for everyone. Without them, we’d be impoverished, lacking in soul-nourishing jobs and meaningful consumer products. I no longer believe this to be the case. Corporations are actually the main vehicle that the elites use to control and enslave humanity.

The world’s first corporations, the Dutch East India Company and the British East India Company, were created to establish trade with the Far East. They just wanted to make a bit of money from spices and other exotic goods, right? But look at what they accomplished: subjugation, mass killing, the enslavement of local peoples, and a persistent system of divide-and-conquer rule over many centuries. The real objective was power; money was only needed to fulfill that end. The corporations worked with the government but also separate from it to achieve its power objective in a way that was more efficient, more nimble, and less costly than if the government acted alone.

The idea of using a corporation or business to fulfill non-monetary objectives is easily seen today when a man opens a nightclub. Technically, he’s in business and wants to make a profit, but his real goal is to improve his local status and increase his access to beautiful women. I’m sure you know that there are a hundred easier ways to make money than by opening a nightclub, which only stays trendy for a few years before losing popularity. Just because the man who opened the nightclub used the vehicle of a business to improve his status and sex life, it doesn’t mean the main reason of his venture is “business.”

Consider that many Silicon Valley corporations haven’t made a profit, with no apparent concern of their profitability. Examples include Uber, Twitter, GoDaddy, Netflix, and for the longest time, Amazon, which didn’t turn a profit for a decade while squeezing the margins of traditional retailers. You only need to examine the goals of these corporations, which is the centralization and consolidation of previously decentralized sectors, and their eagerness to control access to public services, information, and products you consume, to know that growing their “revenue” is really a way to grow their power over you until all alternatives are crushed. Once that happens, you can then be steered and led by them in a way that shapes your thinking and behavior, which is why they got into business in the first place.

I came to the conclusion that corporations had to be about human control when examining how most companies of the Fortune 500 go against basic principles of profitability and business sense to virtue signal for marginal audiences like homosexuals and transvestites that comprise only a tiny part of their business. Gilette published propaganda against their own male customers. Athletic company Nike hired a spokesperson (Colin Kaepernick) who is more known as a race complainer than an athlete. Family-friendly retail chain Target changed its policy to allow tranny men to use female bathrooms. Coffee company Starbucks is bludgeoning its mostly white customers with Black Lives Matters wokeness. The National Football League puts homosexual cheerleaders on the same field that its gladiator athletes compete on. Banks and financial service firms like Chase and Paypal shut down customers because of their personal ideas. On and on it goes of corporations that are supposed to be in the business of profit going against that profit to appease a globohomo agenda that hates heterosexuality, the family, European-derived peoples, and God.

Our minds are well-tuned to deduce a working theory of how something works from observing the parts. So you may observe the current state of corporations and try to come up with a theory, but I find it’s more helpful to first come up with the theory and then see if the parts match the theory. The following is the only theory I could come up with that perfectly explains why all major world corporations are acting in the same way against their own profitability to virtue signal for globohomo:

Fortune 500 corporations are controlled by the same group or entity (i.e. “spider”) that is pushing globohomo to control and enslave humanity. Revenue and profits are useful by the spider to fulfill its main objective of control (power).

If you start with that theory, absolutely everything that corporations are doing today makes sense. While different corporations may not agree on every single agenda point, they do act like different organs of the same organism, operating in near lockstep to shape and control human behavior around the world. It also explains why corporations in completely different sectors, or ones that are even based in different nations, push the exact same propaganda. In fact, the above theory is so correct in my mind that the only remaining question is the identity of the spider.

The spider laughs at your attempt to boycott one of its companies, because it doesn’t need your money. The point of the corporation is not to make money: it is to control you. Every dollar it makes strengthens the corporation for its main objective to render you harmless to a spider that aims for everlasting rule and power. Your puny boycotts, activism, and petitions have no effect on him (or them), because once a corporation has started to flex its muscles, it has already achieved near-monopoly status in its sector. Only when it’s in the early process of cementing its power does it seem to act like a business that cares about profit, but when it has passed that stage, and most big brands like Gilette and Google have, get ready for them to bludgeon you over the head with sodomy and other forms of degeneracy. While we can’t see the spider, we surely can feel the effects of his web, which is funneling us into accepting what amounts to a rootless, sterile, and atomized life.

I wouldn’t worry about giving your money to corporations, since technically they have little use for it. What’s more important is being aware of which belief or behavior the corporation wants you to perform, or the belief or behavior that they are concealing from you, as is often the case with the censorship efforts of the media and Silicon Valley. What is the corporation nudging me to do? Eat poisoned food? See the family as archaic? Inject my child with harmful chemicals? Be distracted with hedonism or pleasure? Be obsessed with anal sex? Feed the most damaging parts of my ego? These are questions I must ask with everything I purchase and every idea I believe that is encouraged by a large corporation.

Use corporate products and services to live your life in a healthy way, but if you blindly follow global corporations and see them as being moral, or in the service of social good, you will be steered into a self-destructive lifestyle that separates you from the natural order and moral living. Always remember that corporations don’t care about your money as much as they care about controlling you.

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Modern Life Is AIDS

Last fall I had a bout of mild jaundice after a nasty stomach infection. My doctor wanted to first rule out viruses like hepatitis and HIV. While waiting for the lab results, I wondered about all the changes I would have to make if I did have HIV. After some thought, I realized that I wouldn’t have to make much in the way of changes, because the modern life I’m living is already sterile. Millions of people in the West are actually living as if they were already infected with the HIV virus.

In a typical day, I wake up at noon, read for an hour, and stretch for ten minutes. Then I put on my clothes and walk to a French café for a masculine breakfast of black coffee and a chocolate croissant. I do a couple of hours of work and then return home to eat lunch. I catch up on the news and then venture out again to another cafe to complete my remaining work for the day. Then I may go to the grocery store or meet with friends. I return home, prepare dinner, shower, and wind down the evening on Twitter or YouTube. Having HIV would not change this routine one bit.

How about if I get horny and want to have sex with a willing female? In theory, men and women would disclose their HIV status to their sex partners, but unfortunately, no one discloses their sexual diseases. The prevalence of HPV or herpes is approximately 1 in 5 individuals, but not a single girl has told me she has been diagnosed with anything, in her past or present, including even a curable disease like gonorrhea, and I’ve slept with a lot more than five girls. If I were to choose to mimic this dishonesty—which I wouldn’t—I would sleep with girls using a condom but not say I have HIV. There would be no moment that I’d be forced into honesty since relationships that begin with sex rarely reach the stage of commitment, monogamy, and family. That means I’d probably never have to tell a girl that I’m diseased. The only real change I’d have to make when it comes to sex is always having to use a condom.

I don’t advise you to conceal any sexual diseases you have, but if you live in a big city and imagine getting HIV yourself, my point is that you would have to make only minor changes because modern life has already infected you with cultural HIV. This cultural virus has given us a chronic disease that damages us over the long term: we move away from family to pursue materialist “success,” we value casual sex, drugs, and alcohol, we’re disconnected from our nature and instead depend on a virtual life via digital screens to give us joy, and we maintain romantic standards so high that many people in their 30s have never been in a monogamous relationship for over a year. Getting the real biological HIV on top of this would then be a mere inconvenience on par with having a muscle sprain.

Thankfully, I did not test positive for any viruses, and my jaundice cleared up, but what steps can I take to cure myself of the cultural HIV that I am infected by, one that may morph into full-blown AIDS? This virus remains all around me, and even though I’ve managed to escape its most deadly effects, I’ll still encounter people who are infected and don’t know it. Turns out that the real HIV is easier to monitor and stabilize than the cultural variant, and the best we can do is know that we are swimming in a sea of AIDS, and use that knowledge to make better decisions that choose real life over the virtual, family over novelty, love over pleasure, and God over the glorification of ourselves.

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Roosh Hour #38: Holy Water

In this stream, I talk about spiritual warfare, the Polish tradition of beating the Jew over Easter, selfie deaths, the latest round of censorship, my potential run for President of the United States, and much more.

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Previously: Roosh Hour #37: Interview With E. Michael Jones

Twitter Suspended Me For 7 Days Because I Used The Phrase “Tranny Freak”

Twitter has banned my account for 7 days because I called a tranny a “freak.”

Here is the video that accompanied my tweet. Objectively speaking, you can clearly see that the thing doing a strip tease on the mayor of Toronto is indeed a freak. I did not utter a lie.

In the article “I Was Fooled By The Promise Of The Internet,” I explain how Silicon Valley companies like Twitter trick you into making their platforms a part of your daily routine only to censor you in the end.

On and on the same story goes: companies seduced me with the promise that I could amplify my voice and connect others to my work, only to silence my voice and disconnect me from an internet that has become integral for not only keeping in touch with others, but also earning a living. I traded a corporate job, one where I could be fired for any reason, to get banned by tech companies for no reason. What a great deal I made!

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I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the bans are coming in fast and furious after I announced my USA tour. I expect much more action against me in the upcoming weeks.

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7 Things I Learned About Serbian Women

Towards the end of 2018, after a continuous two-year stint in Poland, I spent nearly three months in the Serbian city of Novi Sad. I went to Serbia not necessarily because I heard it was amazing, but to reduce the regret I may feel later for not visiting a country that I heard has traditional women. Here are seven observations I made about Serbian women during my time there…

1. Serbian women are attractive

Serbian girls are mostly thin with handsome, olive-shaped faces. While you will not be wowed by most Serbian girls, you will also not be disappointed. Their bodies are lacking in curves and take on more of a swimmer’s shape of strong shoulders and narrow waist. Men who like butts will not at all be happy with their flat rear-ends. In spite of that flaw, their appearance is pleasant, and thanks to their higher levels of melanin, they age quite well. It was rare to see a 50-year-old Serbian woman in the shape of a rectangular box like you consistently see in Poland and Ukraine.

2. They possess average femininity

They are far less feminine than Ukrainian girls and slightly less feminine than Polish girls. Serbian girls have a sporty personality—they enjoy physical activity, comfortable clothing, and gym wear. Yoga pants and tennis shoes are so common that many Serbian girls appear to be eternally on the way to the gym. Such a constant sporty style in Ukraine would mean the girl is a lesbian, but in Serbia it’s the norm.

Many Western men told me that Serbian girls are feminine, but I did not strongly perceive that, though they are far more feminine than American girls. Serbian girls are not vulgar, and are rather pleasant, but my particular masculine essence did not feel drawn to them. The most feminine girl I met during my stay was actually Ukrainian.

3. They smoke a lot of cigarettes

Around 50% of Serbian women smoke, which is enabled by permissive indoor-smoking laws. I can’t think of a habit that is more odorous than smoking, so this did discourage me from seeing Serbian women as long-term potential.

4. They are initially very curious about foreigners

Most girls were eager to talk to me. They seemed genuinely excited that I was an American and would give me wide-eyed looks that suggested strong emotional attraction, but that fell apart when things moved to the phone because Serbian girls pick their men based on logic instead of emotion. They evaluate you based on dozens of factors that have little to do with their excited initial response.

One possible solution to this problem for a fornicator is to go for the one-night stand, but that’s impractical in most cases because nightlife is structured around social groups camped out near isolated tables. Besides, if I wanted one-night stands, I would have stayed in Poland. I had hoped Serbia would give me something deeper when it came to relationships, but I realized it would take too much time, and I’m too burned-out from women to have the patience.

There are two options that foreign men have: go to Belgrade for the sluttiest Serbian girls, who are completely Westernized and are passed around among foreign men, or stick around for many months and be selected in a logical manner by a nice girl who wants you to be her boyfriend because of the value you have outside of your game or look.

5. They are very schizophrenic when it comes to intimacy

One minute, a Serbian girl can be the most passionate in the world, biting your tongue off and thrusting her hip into you. The next minute, she goes completely cold and wants to leave. When it comes to sex, a Serbian girl’s mind needs far more time to want it than her body. She needs to know—and not just feel—that you are a good choice for intimacy, but this takes time, which means you will encounter more resistance to casual sex than elsewhere.

If I was still fornicating, this would be frustrating, and I would attack Serbian women with all manner of insults, but I was pleased that there are women in the world who respected their body and put a strong barrier to sex. That said, you will still find many women in the clubs who don’t mind fornication, especially with a foreign man who won’t expose her as a slut to the local community.

6. They don’t care about money

Compared to an average Serbian man, I am considered “wealthy” just for being from America. I don’t mind a girl who sees that as a positive, but Serbian girls do not care that you have a nice apartment in the middle of town or that you can buy as many coffees and chocolate croissants as you want. In fact, a “rich” foreigner is lower on their scale than an average Serbian man. They are simply not drawn to money, and I really wish they were because it would have made my life a lot easier.

Consider the situation with Ukrainian girls, who analyze every fiber of your outfit and the square footage of your apartment to calculate your long-term potential. In this respect, Serbian girls are similar to Polish girls by offering to pay on dates with no seeming interest in your wallet. If you think you’re going to Serbia to show off your wealth and get the best girls, you are sorely mistaken. They value your social status far more.

7. They prefer Serbian men

Serbian women want a handsome Serbian man to take home to mom and dad and show off to their friends. Dating a foreign man who is disconnected from their culture is actually a display of no value or lower value for the other girls in her social group. Therefore, if you encounter a Serbian girl who doesn’t like Serbian men, something is very wrong with her. She rejects her country, her traditions, her homeland, her men, and probably her Orthodox Christian faith, meaning she is almost certainly a slut who you will bang quickly.

In Poland and Ukraine, it’s exceedingly common for women to complain about their men before banging you, but in Serbia I heard so few complaints that I couldn’t help but conclude that they saw me as having far less value than an average Serbian man. The one foreign man I know who did the best in Serbia not so coincidentally has Serbian ancestry.


Serbia is one of the most traditional countries I’ve been to, with strong family bonds and no cultural promotion of homosexuality. It may be the healthiest place I’ve stepped foot in when it comes to having a family, but connecting with women takes time. While they do loosen up at night, your best bet on a short trip if you want to fornicate is to find a slut and have fun with her, but that cancels out the positive traditional aspect you may want to experience like with me. The only solution I see is to stay for a while and develop genuine social bonds with the locals, because the best way to meet a “good” Serbian girl is to get introduced to her instead of picking her up, especially one in her early 20s who is not in any race to get married.

If I wanted to do things properly in Serbia, and get the best I could based on my far more limited energy compared to my youth, I would have to commit to living there for 6-12 months, make a lot of friends, and essentially “become” Serbian. Otherwise, I’d only get the sluts, which are far more readily available in other Eastern European countries.

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Chase WePay Banned Me After I Announced My USA Tour

One day after I announced my USA tour, I began receiving pushback from our establishment overlords. I was first banned from Instagram, even though my account was set to private.

I only used Instagram to share personal pictures, most of which highlighted my beard in various stages of growth.

Two days after the ban, Master Zuckerberg gave my account back with no explanation. Nonetheless, I have set up an Instagram substitute on Telegram. Visit or subscribe to the channel rooshofficial within the app. I intend to send no more than one or two messages per day.

Nineteen minutes after Instagram banned me, I was banned from Chase WePay, the credit card processor I was using to sell tour tickets. They claimed that my business was “high risk,” but I had only been selling for one day, without any disputes or chargebacks. They also have a direct partnership with the agency that sells tickets for many other organizers, suggesting that I was singled out.

I have found a backup credit card processor and am still able to sell tickets on my tour website, though I’m prepared to accept check and money order if the deplatforming continues.

Take advantage of tour discounts

Early bird pricing for the first stage of my tour ends today. If you order your ticket now from Roosh Live, you save a few bucks. There are two additional discounts…

Discount #1: If you purchase one General Admission or Gold ticket, you get the second ticket 70% off. Your entire order of two or more tickets (up to four) will be 35% off.

Discount #2: You will receive 75% off for any additional city event you visit after the first. For example, if you come to the Boston event, you will get 75% off any future stop in another city (applies to General Admission or Gold tickets only). This discount has no limit, meaning that you could theoretically visit the first event in Boston and then visit the 22 remaining events at a 75% discount for each one. Note that the first event you visit is not discounted. To claim this discount, forward your original ticket number to me via email after you attend the first event.

2019 Tour Schedule

Stage 1

June 22: Boston
June 29: New York City
July 6: Philadelphia
July 13: Washington, D.C.
July 20: Columbus, Ohio
July 27: Chicago

Stage 2

August 10: Minneapolis
August 17: Omaha, Nebraska
August 24: Denver
August 31: Salt Lake City
September 7: Seattle

Stage 3

September 21: San Francisco
September 28: Los Angeles
October 5: San Diego
October 12: Phoenix
October 19: Dallas
October 26: Austin
November 2: Houston

Stage 4

November 16: Miami
November 23: Orlando
November 30: Atlanta
December 7: Nashville
December 14: Charlotte, North Carolina

Each stop will have three events: a talk, a happy hour, and a dinner. Pick and choose your level of involvement.

The show will go on

I will monitor social media and the local news in the lead-up to each event, and share any potential protest or disturbance with ticket-holders. If you buy a ticket and decide not to attend because you fear for your safety, I will issue you a full refund. I’ve personally held numerous events and happy hours without a single dox or injury, and am determined to keep it that way. Let’s see how things go.

Click here to learn more about my tour.

USA TOUR 2019: I’m Touring 23 American Cities Starting In June

Starting in late June, I will tour the entire United States to deliver a new talk. Visit my tour website Roosh Live for full details, where you’ll be able to buy tickets for the first six cities at early-bird pricing (until May 14). You can also reserve tickets for future cities.

Here is the tour schedule for the remainder of 2019:

June 22: Boston (early-bird pricing until May 14!)
June 29: New York City (early-bird pricing until May 14!)
July 6: Philadelphia (early-bird pricing until May 14!)
July 13: Washington, D.C. (early-bird pricing until May 14!)
July 20: Columbus, Ohio (early-bird pricing until May 14!)
July 27: Chicago (early-bird pricing until May 14!)
August 10: Minneapolis
August 17: Omaha, Nebraska
August 24: Denver
August 31: Salt Lake City
September 7: Seattle
September 21: San Francisco
September 28: Los Angeles
October 5: San Diego
October 12: Phoenix
October 19: Dallas
October 26: Austin
November 2: Houston
November 16: Miami
November 23: Orlando
November 30: Atlanta
December 7: Nashville
December 14: Charlotte, North Carolina

Each stop will have three events: a talk, happy hour, and dinner. The talk I created for the tour is a way of putting an end to the fornication stage of my life while also beginning the new chapter. Go to Roosh Live for full details. If you have any questions, leave them below.

Click here to visit my tour website.