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Garden Interview With E. Michael Jones In South Bend, Indiana

I had the privilege of meeting Dr. E. Michael Jones in his hometown of South Bend, Indiana. In this interview, I asked him questions about religion, American culture, and politics.

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Previously: Roosh Hour #38: Holy Water

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Tickets for San Francisco, Los Angeles, San Diego, Phoenix, Dallas, Austin, and Houston are now on sale at early-bird pricing until August 1. To grab your ticket, click here to visit Roosh Live, scroll down to your preferred city, and click the Buy button. Tickets are also still available for Chicago, Minneapolis, Denver, Salt Lake City, Seattle, and Portland.

I’ve now completed five events without any disturbance. Here is some feedback I received from the previous events:

The speech was terrific. I have read a lot of your writing and didn’t feel that you were repeating yourself here. Even when you talked about things you had written about before you had new comments and insights. In dealing with the audience/attendees you were thoughtful personable and kind.

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It was terrific meeting so many conservative leaning people who are also into your body of work. People have a lot in common and the energy was great even the two women at the event had good sense! There wasn’t any drama or excessive competition over the women attending everybody was there first for the event which was nice.

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You gave me a lot to think about. Potentially life-changing. I want to do a better job of living up to my own values. I have already taken a few steps in that direction since last night.

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Roosh is a gifted story teller and I thought most of his life lessons were very thought provoking. His experiences traveling told before a live audience do it more justice than articles or even a book can do.

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The stories were excellent. And you gave personal attention to each attendant. The location was easy to drive to and parking was free. It was a little chilly in the room but no big deal. Great preparation overall.

Please note that I have changed times and all dates from the original tour announcement! Also, after Minneapolis, I’ve decided to commence the happy hour directly after the talk instead of placing it on a different day. Here is the schedule for the new cities:

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Tickets for Minneapolis, Denver, Salt Lake City, Seattle, and Portland are now on sale at early-bird pricing until July 4. (Omaha was removed due to low interest and Portland, Oregon was added in its stead). To grab your ticket, click here to visit Roosh Live, scroll down to your preferred city, and click the Buy button. Tickets are also still available for Philadelphia, Washington D.C., Columbus (OH), and Chicago.

This past weekend, I completed the Boston event without any disruption, so I expect future events to also be peaceful. Here’s a review from a Boston attendee via the forum:

Hey fellas, I attended the Roosh talk and Happy Hour this past weekend with Roosh and I must say it is a incredibly good time.

Roosh is kinda like a wizened old man who loves joking about absurdity, and his talk is a series of deeply personal stories and lessons he’s learned from them. Some are sad, some are uplifting, but no matter what you will be asking yourself a lot of questions after the speech is done. Roosh’s conversion was particularly interesting for me, as well as the story of his last girlfriend. The speech and meeting Roosh makes the event worth it, but it’s only half of the event.

The other half of the event is meeting with lots of similarly minded men. Being able to integrate into a community of like minded men is easily worth the price of admission without the speech. You’ll meet guys from all walks of life, from the top of the food chain to the bottom, all with different analysis’s of the world and what courses of action to take next.

It’s a great time, and it could easily be several years before something like this happens again. Go if for no other reason than to network and make some “dissident right-wing” (i.e. thinks for themselves) friendships in your area.

Feels like I planted the seeds of something important the past weekend.

Please note that I have changed times and all dates from the original tour announcement! Also, after Minneapolis, I’ve decided to commence the happy hour directly after the talk instead of placing it on a different day. Here is the new schedule:

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Casual Sex Creates Guilt

At the height of my casual sex phase, when I was sleeping with numerous women per year, I was also attacking feminists and “sluts” with a level of hostility that I wouldn’t use today. Why was I so heated and angry while receiving bountiful sexual pleasure? Shouldn’t I have been praising the type of woman who gave me commitment-free sex? It took me a long time to realize that attacking those women was a way of relieving my guilt from sleeping with other women. I learned that guilt is the worldly debt you must pay when you sleep with strangers, along with many other activities you perform that are normalized in modern society. That guilt is then projected outwardly onto others as anger, distrust, frustration, and hatred.

You are already familiar with a form of guilt that is felt immediately and directly. Your friend is sick in the hospital but you are too busy to visit him. He dies and now you feel guilty. You date a girl for many years who is madly in love with you, but you decide she is not the girl for you. You break up with her and feel guilty. Your pug is ill with cancer and needs expensive treatment that you can barely afford. You forgo treatment, the pug dies, and now you feel guilty. Most people consciously experience guilt in these scenarios. They know the source of their guilt and tear their hair out wondering if they made the right choice, often for the rest of their lives.

But there is another kind of guilt that you don’t become consciously aware of. It happens when you engage in behavior that goes against the natural order or moral law but which is encouraged, promoted, or enabled by your culture. Sleeping around is the most common example. Outside the confines of love and family, sex is perverse and immoral, because it denies the reproductive aspect of humanity to treat others as masturbatory tools that are used and discarded. Exposing and rubbing your genitals with another person is the most physically intimate act you can perform, but doing so with a stranger creates subconscious guilt, no matter what your belief system or religion. When you consider that people place more care in not touching public door handles than vetting a person they fornicate with, it’s no surprise that societies which have promoted casual sex are awash in massive guilt that must be resolved within or projected without, but since most people are not aware of this specific form of guilt, it is almost always projected.

Subconscious guilt is a form of negative internal pressure that the soul can neither handle nor endure. As if in a game of tag, you must pass on the guilt to someone else, or find a method to dissipate it. This can occur by attacking other people, engaging in combative politics, abusing substances, or seeking a soothing form of ego gratification, often the exact same behavior that is causing the guilt in the first place. It turns out that men who have received sexual pleasure from sluts will then attack sluts for being… sluts. And then to relieve that angst he seeks pleasure with even more sluts, perpetuating the cycle. The type of woman that a man attacks is often one who has given him pleasure (his most accurate insults are reserved for who he knows best).

This phenomenon also happens to women who engage in casual sex. The women who cry most about “toxic masculinity” or “rape culture,” and who believe that sex is a source of empowerment and confidence, are promiscuous or “polyamorous” women who are relieving their guilt. This guilt is especially potent in women because, unlike with men, their scarcity of eggs, shortened window of fertility, and higher bodily investment during pregnancy dictate that they must be more choosy when selecting partners. Most people in the social justice movement are therefore composed of highly promiscuous women living a “liberated” lifestyle and then attacking men for also wanting to live the same lifestyle, just like how I was attacking sluts and feminists while simultaneously sleeping with them. I like to think of myself as an intelligent man, but the fact that I missed this massive blind spot for so many years means that many others are likely missing it as well.

Another example comes from interracial relationships. When a person seeks a partner outside of their race, guilt is created, and that gets projected against the very race they have amorous feelings for. You see this in black, Asian, and Indian women who attack “white privilege” and “white supremacy” while simultaneously dating white men or being attracted to them. Black women who advocate for Black Lives Matter or other racial concerns are almost certainly fornicating with a man who possesses white blood. The same happens to white men. If you want to identify a subset of white men who are disproportionately attracted to Asian women, try an alt-right event. I have to conclude that we are wired to reproduce with a similar race as ourselves, and when we choose not to do that, guilt is created and then projected as race activism.

One form of guilt that I have noticed growing within myself concerns my aging parents. Even though my parents can currently take care of themselves, I realize that they would be happier and more comfortable if I lived closer to them. Unless I permanently move back to the United States, this guilt will grow and then need to be projected. I suspect that the latest trend of attacking boomers is a way for Generation X’ers and millennials to relieve the guilt that is created from not being close to their family. Other behaviors that create guilt are masturbation, especially with the aid of hardcore pornography, and sodomy, which are both direct forms of self-abuse.

Unless you cut off guilt at its source, you will need to vent the pressure through constant projection and creative forms of deviance. Hence the ease at which those riddled by guilt become natural activists. If I didn’t stop having casual sex, I would find new and ingenious ways to insult women. If I soon don’t resolve the guilt of not being close to my parents, I will attack boomerism. Unless a woman becomes more modest and monogamous, she will rail against the “patriarchy” while bragging about her latest abortion. Unless a mixed-race individual makes peace with their identity, they will be the racist they claim to be against. Unfortunately, people continue to perform the behavior that creates the initial feelings of guilt because they are receiving messages in the culture that doing so is acceptable or healthy, but if that was the case, the guilt wouldn’t be there.

For the longest time, I thought I was just an animal that could “do what thou wilt.” I wanted to sleep around, be “free,” spread my “wings,” experience all I could, and design my own lifestyle in a faraway land, but there are built-in limitations to my existence that have blocked those attempts. If I chose to ignore those limitations and continue transgressing moral law, the subconscious guilt would start controlling me like a parasite controls its host, and I would soon find that my resulting “self” is merely a manifestation of behavior that is not compatible with life as it was created for me.

I believe God has established boundaries for humans that prevent men like myself from eternally sleeping with females like a dog, or doing other behaviors that are so common in the animal world, and it has “only” taken me four decades to understand that. I’m sure I will continue to make mistakes when it comes to sex, relationships, and being the best son to my parents that I can, but at least now I understand the consequence of those mistakes. Every time I look to attack someone or commit an immoral act with the hopes of receiving pleasure, I will have to think long and hard about what guilt I’m trying to relieve.

Read Next: Men Are Wasting Their Time

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.”

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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.

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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.

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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.

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“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.

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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.

Read Next: Eulogy

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…

Head over to Roosh V Store to see all the books that I have available for sale. Leave a comment below if you have a pre-sale question. Contact me directly if you need help with your order.

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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