With California on the verge of state bankruptcy, politicians looked for creative ways to balance the budget. One idea was to put out a call to the entertainment industry for partnerships that would ease the financial strain. A television producer responded with an idea to use the male prison population as contestants for a new type of game show. Desperate for any revenue, the governor signed off on the deal, in spite of his reservations about having to perform live executions on air.

American sex relations had long since descended into confusion and chaos. The phrase “check your privilege” became “bleed your privilege,” and so the institutionalization of anti-male hatred became common in the media, academia, and the government. Controversial new “discomfort” laws meant that a woman could point a finger to any man in the vicinity if she was feeling agitated or unhappy, forcing him to prove beyond a reasonable doubt to the authorities that he was not the cause of her pain. Prisons were abolished for women and even the most heinous of crimes committed by them were only met with community counseling. The harmless men’s rights movement was deemed a terrorist organization and any man who used “game verbal assault tactics” were immediately assigned to an equality training camp. It’s in this climate that the show “Did He Satisfy You?” appear on television.

The premise was simple. An inmate would appear on the program, while still in his orange jumper, and face a panelist of four women. He was then required to satisfy each of the four women with their requests, no matter how degrading or difficult. If he satisfied them all, his criminal record would be expunged and he would be set free. If he did not satisfy even one of them, he would be executed on live television.

It was no surprise that thirty-seven episodes in, not a single man satisfied all four women on the panel, leading to the execution of every man who played. Two men came close to freedom by satisfying three of the four women, but they failed to satisfy the last panelist, Big Bertha, who possessed a double PhD in women’s and transsexual studies. She was seen as the foremost expert in America on Bible Belt rape culture.

At a cost of $100,000 per year to incarcerate an inmate, the state government estimated that the show saved them $12 million during the first two seasons, and with advertising revenue thrown in, the state ran a healthy profit. The show became a number one hit in America on both TV and internet streaming, partly due to it being broadcasted live. The mostly female audience liked seeing a male die in real time.

Episode 38 was by far the most memorable of “Did He Satisfy You?” The contestant was Jack, a white man who was serving a ten year sentence for dealing meth. He was arrested for operating three labs in the northern part of the state after a tip to the police from his girlfriend came in when she became angry from his refusal to perform oral sex on her.

Jack legally agreed to be set free if he satisfied all four women or be electrocuted if he did not. Once he signed the show’s contract, there was no backing out. With thirty-seven previous executions in a row, it was a foregone conclusion to most viewers that he would die. They wanted to see an insanely privileged human jiggle and shake and cook on the chair and die for all the past sins of his race and sex.

Jack was eerily calm when the announcer called him onto the stage. With his unassuming appearance and slouched posture, he looked more like a meek accountant than a convicted drug dealer. The audience of mostly women already hated him. They started chanting: “Make the scumbag satisfy you! Make the scumbag satisfy you!” The four panelists looked down from an elevated platform at the contestant. Big Bertha gave him the hardest glare, her nostrils fully open.

The announcer began the show: “Welcome ladies and privileged gentlemen to Did He Satisfy You? Our contestant today is Jack, a lowlife drug dealer and monster who was caught by the police thanks to a woman who freed herself from Jack’s emotional abuse, sexual abuse, and force feeding of low-grade meth.” The crowd booed. “This man has caused harm to society and to women with his behavior, and so today he must face our panel of intelligent and beautiful women. If he satisfies all women, he will be immediately set free to terrorize more women, but if he fails to satisfy just one of our panelists, he will be executed in our electric chair. The sponsor for today’s show is Pepco electric company, keeping the lights on when you need it most. Now let’s get started!”

The studio light shined on panelist number one, signaling that she was about to state her demand. “I want Jack to cook a meal that will satisfy my hunger using only six ingredients that I choose. The ingredients are vinegar, lemon, sardines, olives, bacon, and green tea.”

A mobile kitchen was rolled out on the set and Jack began working. He started with the bacon first, frying it just enough to release the grease, then added lemon, the sardines, and barely a drop of vinegar since he was required to use at least some of it. He then gave a dusting of green tea to infuse the dish with an earthy flavor. He finished it off by wrapping the bacon around the sardines and using more of the green tea as an attractive plate garnish.

In and out came the random “boyfriends” throughout her childhood. Her mom impulsively selected a rotating coterie of men to make life more exciting, not considering the effect it would have on her little daughter. Number one would be awoken by her mom’s yells of pleasure at odd hours of the night, and one boyfriend in particular got too close to her, forcing her to sit on his lap. Her mom yelled at her, demanding she stop flirting with her man.

The dish was presented to number one as Big Bertha looked on, licking her thin lips. The first panelist chewed on the first bite and made a slight moan, signifying at least some satisfaction. It seemed that Jack’s experience cooking meth for so long helped him in creating a tasty meal. “Panelist number one, are you satisfied?” the host asked.

The camera zoomed in on number one’s face. “Yes, I am satisfied with this dish.”

The crowd yelled, “A man’s actions must lead to female satisfaction!”

Jack took a deep breath, but continued to hide any emotion to the audience. He didn’t want to let them know he was nervous from having his life in the hands of four women who would feel no loss if he died.

The mobile kitchen was remove from the set and the studio lights shined on the second panelist, the thinnest of all four. She stated her demand: “I want you to satisfy me by singing ‘Single Ladies’ by Beyonce in perfect key.” A karaoke machine was brought out and Jack was given a microphone.

When Jack first started getting into trouble at the age of 12, his mother thought it would be a good idea to enroll him in Catholic school. One of the required activities was choir. For the next three years Jack was able to refine a naturally proficient singing voice that was enough to impress a handful of girls as he got older.

Soon after her 18th birthday, number two started receiving propositions for sex on her popular Instagram account. She ignored them at first, but she wanted the fancy purses and clothing like some of her friends. She accepted an offer to fly to Switzerland to have sex with a Saudi prince and seven of his closest associates. It turned out to be more intensive than she could have imagined. She was able to gain the material possessions she coveted for the short term with these types of transactional encounters, but since then she found it impossible to develop healthy emotional connections with men.

With his life at stake, Jack belted out “Single Ladies” almost as good as Beyonce herself. The females in the crowd sang along, waving their bare left ring finger during key moments of the chorus. Even the panelists started getting into it, bobbing their heads to the beat. Only Big Bertha remained still, though a slight smile developed on her face as she realized that Jack had what it took to be put to death by her doing.

The song ended and the announcer asked, “Panelist number two, are you satisfied?”

The camera focused on number two. She was trained to delay her answer ever so slightly to build anticipation for the audience. After a three second pause she said, “Yes, I am satisfied with his singing.”

The crowd yelled, “A man’s actions must lead to female satisfaction!”

Jack was noticeably sweating after his performance. The camera got in close to his face and focused on the beads crawling down his temple. The announcer said, “Is Jack about to buckle under pressure? Will he be able to satisfy our next panelist or will he fry on the chair? We’ll find out after a word from our sponsor Chipotle and their new chocolate sizzle burrito.”

The oldest member of the panel was number three. She was looked up to by the other women because she was the one who invented the term “I bathe in male tears,” which gave the feminist movement renewed focus after so many activists were lost to attention whoring on social networking instead of fighting for all the victimized university-educated white females in the Western world.

Number three said, “I want you to satisfy me by sucking on my toes.” Before the crowd had time to respond, she added, “I’ve had a fungus nail disorder since I was a teenager.” With that the crowd gave an equal measure of laughter and cries of “Ewwwww.” A camera that was always focused on Jack did catch his nose twitch upwards when the demand was stated. Number three was brought out on a chair and her shoes were removed. Jack stared at her crinkled and calloused feet with yellow nail discoloration. A pungent sour odor began to fill his nostrils.

She did everything in her power to get him to like her. She sat next to him in lecture class, twirled her hair, and as a last ditch effort, offered up her notes after he was absent, but he still ignored her. “Was he gay?” number three thought. Then one day, walking around campus, she saw him kissing a sorority girl, a blonde bimbo who didn’t have half the intelligence she had. She couldn’t believe that a man is so easily capable of picking an artificial beauty over someone as smart and strong as she, in spite of her physical flaws.

Unlike with the singing challenge, Jack had no experience sucking on toes infected with onychomycosis fungus, but when your life is at stake, you realize skills you hadn’t known about beforehand. He got down on his knees and started sucking on number three’s infected toes like they were ripe strawberries, with a primary focus on the big toes. He maintained intimate eye contact to make her feel the control that she so desperately craved, dragging the tips of his fingers across the base of her feet. The light tickling added to her pleasure and caused her to close her eyes and tilt her head back. Jack continued sucking until the tension in her foot released. It seemed that she fell asleep.

The announcer said, “Wow Jack, it looks like you have experience sucking on fungus toes. Maybe you could suck mine after!” The crowd laughed on cue and number three was wheeled back to her position on the panel. “So number three, did Jack the misogynist and convicted criminal give you satisfaction?” Not sure of what to say, she looked to her left. Big Bertha nodded her head up and down.

“Um, yes, I am satisfied with his toe sucking.”

The crowd yelled, “A man’s actions must lead to female satisfaction!”

The studio lights shining on the electric chair became brighter. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer started, “as you may know, not a single creep contestant in this show’s history has satisfied Big Bertha. That means that in all likelihood we will see the rightful execution of a man who has hurt women and our society. What do you think of that?” A bloodthirsty round of cheers and applause commenced. Cook him! Take his life! I’m not satisfied!

“Jack, do you have any comment before Big Bertha demands satisfaction?”

The microphone was put into Jack’s face. “No comment,” he said.

“Well, at least society won’t lose a charming man!” The announcer looked over to Big Bertha and asked her to state the challenge.

“I want Jack to…” Big Bertha moved her eyes from the camera lens to Jack. “I want Jack to make me love him.” Gasps were heard from the audience as the reality of the death sentence settled in.

He didn’t call her back. He said he had a great time yet one week passed and he hadn’t heard from her. He told Bertha such nice words of affection, had even given her a sweet gift from the candy shop, but all that had been a lie just to sleep with her, because once he got what he wanted, he left, like all the others. All men are liars. All men are capable of hurting a woman who only wants to be happy. All men deserve to be punished for the pain they cause. Big Bertha knew in her heart that the world would be better off without them.

The announcer gave Jack a look that seemed to say “it was nice knowing you,” because how could he possibly make Big Bertha capable of loving a heterosexual man? The electric chair operator could be seen in the background preparing the machine, ready to execute losing contestant number thirty-eight. Then Jack grabbed the microphone from the announcer and said, “I can provide Big Bertha with satisfaction. I can make her love me.”

Confused murmurs came from the audience and even the announcer was surprised. He asked, “And how will you do that, Jack?”

“Big Bertha, I want you to place a call to your home.”

“Now Jack there is no need to delay the…”

“Look, the rules state that I could do anything reasonable to fulfill a challenge that is not illegal or an undue financial burden on the show. Making a phone call abides by these rules.”

Big Bertha’s eyebrows raised high as she looked at Jack with contempt. Once she received the green light from the producer, she reached for her bag underneath the podium and retrieved her phone. She dialed her home. Hello. Fifteen seconds passed. Okay. Her hand began shaking. The studio audience was in complete silence, not sure of what was going on, and even the announcer began looking uncomfortable. Then Jack leaned towards the microphone. “Do you love me?”

Big Bertha tightened her lips. “I…” The announcer glared at the producer, who could only shrug his shoulders. Never before had the outcome of an execution been uncertain.



“I love you.” It was the first time she said those three words to a man.

No one in the studio knew how to react. The announcer, after a long delay, asked Big Bertha for confirmation. “Are you sure that you love him? Are you sure that you are satisfied?”

“Yes I love him. I’m satisfied, damn it! Let him go!”

“Okay so Big Bertha is, apparently, satisfied. Congratulations Jack you have delivered satisfaction to all the women on our panel and will now be set free. Do you have anything to say?”

He nodded and positioned his mouth directly over the microphone. “I just want to say that I am satisfied.” Big Bertha, breathing heavily, refused to look at him.

Jack signed a few papers, was given a pair of clothes to replace his prison jumper, and was set free.

Six years later a man traveling to the Colombian coast caught sight of someone at a beach bar who looked familiar. It was Jack. The traveler approached him and said how happy he was that he was able to live by satisfying Big Bertha. They got to talking for a while until finally the traveler felt comfortable asking Jack a question that has been on his mind for years. “How did you satisfy her?”

Jack was eager to tell the tale.

“I figured that I could satisfy the first three panelists and it would come down to Big Bertha. I knew a hacker friend on the inside who had friends on the outside. What they did was hack the phone company to temporarily forward anyone who dialed her home number to one of their devices. When she made the call, she fully expected the babysitter watching her two adopted Somalian kids to answer, but instead it was a man with a distorted voice who played a sound recording of muffled whimpering. He told her to say she was satisfied or else her kids would be killed.”

“Why didn’t she go on to expose your trick after that?”

“The contract stated that all decisions are final.” Jack took a sip of his aguardiente. “I read it carefully before signing.”

The show went on after Jack but they changed the rules to forbid outgoing phone calls. Eighteen more men in a row were killed until the ratings went south and the show was cancelled. A new show was created to replace it, where men were executed immediately without any of the foreplay. Big Bertha was hired to pull the switch. By the time she died of complications from diabetes, she performed fifty-seven successful executions.

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  1. Roosh October 13, 2015 at 5:27 pm

    The idea for this story came to me in a dream. I wrote the draft of it less than two months before I appeared on Dr. Oz, which coincidentally had four women yelling at me.

    1. Darius October 14, 2015 at 2:39 pm

      Go back to your country immigrant!

      Leave us Americans alone.

      1. Mino October 14, 2015 at 6:54 pm

        Weak statement!

      2. A.W.E.S.O.M.-O October 15, 2015 at 11:31 am

        Well he IS American and he LIVES in Poland, so… You’re a fucking idiot obviously.

      3. mclovin89 October 15, 2015 at 7:07 pm

        geee and many whites wonder why not that many ethnic folks give them sympahty

      4. Reason And Believing October 22, 2015 at 4:17 pm

        Roosh is an American , born in Maryland.

    2. Darius October 14, 2015 at 2:41 pm

      Go back to your middle eastern shithole before coming here and lecturing Hispanic and Black Americans who were here way longer than your ancestors about “racism against whites”

      you’re not even suppose to be here you middle eastern shit bag.

      1. ex-convict October 14, 2015 at 7:59 pm

      2. A.W.E.S.O.M.-O October 15, 2015 at 11:31 am

        So you’re either a nigger or a spic? You should go back pal.

      3. Sunny October 15, 2015 at 10:56 pm

        His parents were the immigrants, they came here legally. He was born here. so he has more than a legit complaint against illegal immigrants. The crap that is occurring in Europe and the U.S. Is concerning. It’s going to change the whole face of Western culture- for the worse. Islamic beliefs cannot co exist in the West. Illegal aliens ( yes Mexicans) are draining the U.S by not paying taxes and draining the healthcare system.

    3. Sunny October 15, 2015 at 11:38 pm

      In regards to the Dr. Oz show… Those three ( or four?) very angry heifers could of easily overcome and crushed you to death via slow and tortuous suffocation. A very ironic ending no doubt- considering your repulsion of fat chicks- Luckily it was broadcast on national television- that’s what saved you. Prophetic inspiration nonetheless. Odd and uncanny..Big Bertha.. Chubby chasers beware..

      1. Cosine88 October 16, 2015 at 3:12 am

        Roosh getting squished by landwhales would make one awesome reality show.

    4. Marellus October 16, 2015 at 4:26 am

      God help us if that dream is truly prophetic.

  2. TheToryStorm October 14, 2015 at 9:58 am

    Good read. The burden of which party needs to be on the spot to please the other has been reversed. Women should feel pressure to pander to men, not the other way around.

    Like the British Empire, I consider the patriarchy a good thing. Just read the post about the mountain and the valley.

    1. spicynujac October 14, 2015 at 12:18 pm

      Other than on my birthday, I can’t remember the last time an American woman did something specifically to please me. And yes, the world was much better off under the British Empire.

      1. Morrison October 15, 2015 at 3:59 pm

        “ther than on my birthday, I can’t remember the last time an American woman did something specifically to please me.”

        Females dont do nice things for men any more. They don’t buy presents for men nor cook nor anything else.

      2. MajorStyles October 15, 2015 at 7:03 pm

        Also, you will get the obligatory kind act if you are sick. This is only because she realizes that if she does not do something, her selfishness would be a point of conversation.

        Most Western women do this not out of empathetic concern, but as self-preservation. They realize that if they don’t make that hospital visit, for example, that they are losing a potential meal ticket.

        Too many men see this hospital visit as a reason to committ: she was there for me when I was down, etc. Thus, a man’s sense of duty makes him wife up a horrible woman.

        It’s what a woman does for you on a daily basis that matters. If she only helps you on a special occasion, then she must be dumped immediately.

  3. Skoll October 14, 2015 at 10:29 am

    Great work Roosh, this story pretty much encapsulates everything wrong with today’s sex relations, policies, and culture.

    I do have a question about your writing. I admire your productivity and I was wondering how many hours a day you write and how many words you are able to put out on average. My writing speed is terribly slow so I would like to know how I can write more and faster without compromising quality.

    1. Roosh October 14, 2015 at 12:15 pm

      I write about 1-2 hours a day (that includes editing). That doesn’t sound like much but it’s consistent on a yearly basis.

      Starting from a blank page, I usually average around 1000 words an hour. Stories are a bit less (800 words). It takes me longer to edit something than to write out its draft.

      1. 66Scorpio October 18, 2015 at 8:45 pm

        An hour a day at anything requires discipline. When I am in the mode, I can burn off one or two pages in that hour (500-1000 words). But it takes discipline: do that for a year and you have a 400 page book!

      2. zaqan October 26, 2015 at 12:58 pm

        How do you avoid the temptations of reading articles and blogs for hours? I have so much I want to write, but I find myself absorbing information addictively.

    2. ShepardSays October 15, 2015 at 1:07 am

      As Ernest Hemingway said, “The first draft of anything is shit.”

      The easiest way to increase your writing speed is to not care about the first draft. A first draft is to get all the ideas out of your head and onto the screen. Practicing free writing (writing without thinking, correcting, editing, or beating yourself up) everyday helps with this process. I write 3,000 words of free writing a day. Nobody sees those free writes and I use them to practice my editing skills later.

      The bulk of all writing is revisions and editing. If you can get over the self-critic within you to write a crappy first draft, and be okay with it, you will improve quickly.

      Your quality will come from revisions, edits, and proofreading (REP). Each are different types of writing skills for you to practice.

      Every writer does their REP differently. I like to write multiple first draft articles at once. If I wrote one article from start to finish before beginning another article I’d fall into the perfectionist trap. I always space out a few days after writing a piece so I can approach the revision and editing process with fresh eyes.

      I save my proofreading for last to correct the than/then and your/you’re that spell checker overlooked. I also verbally proofread out loud. By reading out loud I can easily spot errors when I trip over my words and it doesn’t sound right.

      I highly recommend buying a copy of ‘On Writing Well’ By William Zinsser.

      A noteworthy article by Zinsser written in 2009, “The American Scholar: Writing English As a Second Language.


      It’s a good read especially for English as a first language writers who went to school in the U.S. It teaches the differences of Latin based English and Anglo-Saxon based English. Hint, if you want to be a terrible writer ignore learning the difference between them.

      1. anon1 October 16, 2015 at 7:21 pm

        Superb advice. The problem I have when writing, is thinking my first draft is perfect. I’m a one and done type of guy, and hate editing.

        Big problem. My work lacks brevity and has a lot of unnecessary qualifying statements and brackets everywhere to elaborate.

      2. ShepardSays October 16, 2015 at 7:42 pm

        I used to be the exact same way with my approach to first drafts. I thought I was suppose to write out all my thoughts then proofread it and be done. That’s how I was taught to write in school by “educators” who didn’t have writing careers.

        As I looked for ways to improve my writing I kept seeing the common theme of the good writers with long careers state the crappy first draft idea. So, I considered it had merit.

        Next time when you write a first draft continue to still write qualifying statements and brackets. This way you’re still organize you’re ideas, but just use them for yourself.

        When you go to write your second draft (or what I call revisions) use those brackets to begin new paragraphs to explain. When I write I think of ‘Explain it like I’m five”.

        If you are still wanting to use qualifying statements and brackets practice free writing. Free writing will help you get better at being a technical writer (which I am assuming from using a lot of brackets), It will also help you get comfortable with writing long length explanations.

        I still recommend reading anything of William Zinsser you can find. He had a successful 70 year writing career.

      3. anon1 October 16, 2015 at 10:10 pm

        brilliant thanks for the advice. yeah my background is in science so that’s where all the bracketing came from

  4. Bavieca October 14, 2015 at 11:18 am

    So Berthasaurus was actually never satistfied with Jack at all and the threat of physical violence was the only thing that could trounce her contempt for men. Whoever coined the phrase ‘women are either at your feet or at your throat’ was truly a enlightened man. I swear that the next time I see a stranger man beating a stranger woman in public would be the moment I’d laugh hysterically in public.

    1. Joe Shanley October 14, 2015 at 12:13 pm

      My friend, bitterness and cruelty are not admirable traits. The sight of violence, should not move you to laughter (unless the Three Stooges happen to be involved).

      1. Bavieca October 14, 2015 at 3:57 pm

        Friend, I truly can’t help it, for I too, just like every faggot and tranny out there, was born this way! OMG! I can’t even…………..


        And friend, I don’t seek to be admired but fair is fair, the next time I see some bitch got clobbered by his pimp in public then instead of laughter I shall emit crocodile tears while sitting on my hands. If only Mr. Stone had done what I would, he’ll save himself from multiple stab wounds, insha’Allah.


      2. Ryu Hayabusa October 15, 2015 at 1:18 pm

        You sir, get extra points for the tumblr references. Such as, but not limited to: ” was born this way! OMG! I can’t even…………..”
        The panel also would have accepted. Unnngh and any other cliche phrase involving the word Patriarchy .

    2. Sunny October 15, 2015 at 10:32 pm

      The Story was fiction and set in the future. You can go witness women being stoned to death for charges brought against them( by men) free of charge in Saudi – in reality. If that is what floats your boat ( funnier than merely watching a woman get beat) 😡

      1. Bavieca October 16, 2015 at 2:18 am

        Yeah I do get a kick out of watching those Youtube videos, kindred spirits aren’t we?

    3. Sunny October 15, 2015 at 10:38 pm

      Are you Muslim per chance?

      1. Sunny October 16, 2015 at 7:08 am

        Nope.. And no thanks..

  5. greyghost1 October 14, 2015 at 1:41 pm

    Roosh your story was female nature at it’s finest. I spend a lot of time at Dalrock’s blog and the Christian men there seem to think they can convince women to be “good” and then enjoy good behavior from women. I am of the idea the it doesn’t matter where a woman’s heart is she will only behave well out of her own wicked self interest and always has. Civilization allows women to be seen as lovable regardless of her nature. Big bertha was loving and kind for a brief moment out of complete selfishness. She selfishly told a man she loved him.( for a brief moment in the story there was good feelings for Big Bertha) Every preacher, politician, judge and father needs to understand that.

    1. George Nada October 14, 2015 at 11:34 pm

      I too spend time at Dalrock’s blog, and the other one I spend time at is Society of Phineas. As for Dalrock’s, never in my life have I seen such a stark contrast between the lofty wisdom of the blogger and the beggarly ignorance of the commenters. It makes it not worth it for me to even post comments there myself. So I concur with your take, Greyghost.

    2. A.W.E.S.O.M.-O October 15, 2015 at 11:35 am

      Roosh has said before, man’s greatest weakness is his desire to have his own personal sex puppet.

    3. Sunny October 15, 2015 at 7:58 pm

      You frequent a Christian blog, do you consider yourself one?( a Christian?)

      1. greyghost1 October 15, 2015 at 9:34 pm

        Yes not all Christian act and talk like wimps.

      2. Sunny October 15, 2015 at 10:05 pm

        True.. Jesus wasn’t a wimp either. What drew you to Christianity ? Were you raised in the church or were you drawn to Christ?

      3. greyghost1 October 15, 2015 at 10:40 pm

        Always have been Christian but now cursed with red pill. Kidding Red pill and bible go hand in hand. My first arrival in the manosphere and the red pill I checked out the church. The Christian church is worthless. The church is a part of the problem. But Christianity is much clearer with red pill eyes. In fact I would with a straight face say these PUA manospere types not the line readers but the real analytical types are more Christian than 90 plus percent of the preachers and reverends etc. out there.

      4. Sunny October 15, 2015 at 11:02 pm

        Now cursed with the red pill… How does the red pill coincide with the teachings of Christ?
        How young were you when you came to Christ?
        Forgive me .. I am just curious

      5. greyghost1 October 16, 2015 at 12:53 pm

        Read the comment again for the explanation on the red pill curse. Those other questions can be answered yourself.

      6. Sunny October 16, 2015 at 1:47 pm

        Okay thanks

      7. Sunny October 15, 2015 at 10:10 pm

        I stand corrected, Jesus isn’t a wimp

  6. Darius October 14, 2015 at 3:05 pm

    Roosh has no sense of self-awareness with this white supremacist shit he’s trying to preach.

    When he travels to Europe, he complains about diversity, yet he is a Muslim/Middle-Eastern man who contributes to it by fucking visiting there. He preaches about loving Putin and Russia because its some “white paradise” with no room for diversity, yet Roosh doesn’t see that he will be contributing to that country’s diversity by simply fucking being there.

    Either Roosh has some self-esteem issues, or he’s mentally retarded, because the lack of self-awareness is mind-boggling and he feels the need to kiss up to white supremacists on the internet to feel love and wanted by white people, fucking pathetic. That’s why I felt saddened by Brandon Carter, a brotha who has his shit together sitting next to that self-hating loser like Roosh. This fucking immigrant comes to America and lectures whites on the “evils of Black and Latino diversity” while he himself is an Arab. Fucking pathetic.

    Hey Roosh! If you’re reading this you fucking sand-nigger, GO ON BACK TO YOUR MIDDLE-EASTERN SHITHOLE WHERE YOU CAME FROM and stop contributing to America’s diversity. We don’t need Arabs here.


    1. NoPasaran October 14, 2015 at 3:08 pm

      You’re seeing things.

      There’s nothing racial in anything he’s said. He doesn’t even comment on anyone by virtue of their race or religion. You appear to be the one doing that.

      While you’re at it, why don’t you look at the origin of the name Darius. If you’re going to somehow ‘deport’ a US citizen like Roosh, you’ll also have to deport that name as well.

    2. Volte Face October 14, 2015 at 3:50 pm

      You were either given, or you chose the name “Darius”.

      It’s a Persian name.

    3. Roosh October 14, 2015 at 11:48 pm

      Dear angry black man,

      I’ll go back to the Middle East if you go back to Africa and change your name to something that doesn’t appropriate my Persian ancestry. Deal?

    4. A.W.E.S.O.M.-O October 15, 2015 at 11:35 am

      You’re so dumb it hurts

    5. NoCanadian October 15, 2015 at 3:45 pm

      Have YOU ever been to Russia yourself?;)

  7. Rude Man October 14, 2015 at 3:23 pm

    You should publish this on Thought Catalog but with some small revisions to make it complexly feminist centric (no Jack as hero) and then be amazed at how many feminists get so turned on by the prospecct of such a reality that they diddle themslves to the thought.

  8. Shortest Straw October 14, 2015 at 4:16 pm

    I like it.

    Could have done without the last paragraph, though.

  9. NoCanadian October 14, 2015 at 5:53 pm

    1. In all honesty I couldn’t finish the read;) Waaaay too long.

    2. If things are so bad for North American males then the only recipe should be : “PACK you bags and get the hell out of North America”!! You ain’t gonna win a battle against the system!! Why do y’all have to suffer through year and years of futility in North America when you can just pack your bags and move to places like Russia, Belarus or even Ukraine?

    1. Roosh October 14, 2015 at 9:57 pm

      “1. In all honesty I couldn’t finish the read;) Waaaay too long.”

      I’m working on the picture book version of this story for children that will be easier for you to finish.

      1. George Nada October 14, 2015 at 11:37 pm

        A children’s book might not suffice for guys like this. He might have to wait until the videogame comes out.

      2. NoCanadian October 15, 2015 at 5:19 am

        I’ve never played a video game in my life. But you may keep considering your message to be on top of wisdom and fun.

      3. NoCanadian October 15, 2015 at 5:13 am

        Roosh, it ain’t about a book for children. The text was indeed too long and didn’t differ much from the description for kids…
        If a man is unable to understand a short and straight forward text then he’ll be incapable to understand the meaning and the message of a longer story.
        My point is that males should THINK and not just read a long and detailed “instruction”.

      4. George Nada October 15, 2015 at 9:19 am

        Take your Asperger meds and chill–or better yet, see a naturopath or herbalist about how to best deal with the condition without toxic patent-meds.

      5. NoCanadian October 15, 2015 at 11:54 am

        How about I just go for a walk with my wife and kids while YOU will continue spewing your baloney?;)

    2. Tom Dane October 25, 2015 at 5:17 pm

      I have almost the same problem with your comments, just they are too dumb for me to finish.

  10. Booo October 14, 2015 at 6:37 pm

    The pack about him sucking on that lady’s disgusting toes ruined it for me. I felt like I just wanted to throw up after that.

    1. Booo October 14, 2015 at 6:37 pm

      I mean part not pack

    2. Roosh October 14, 2015 at 11:46 pm

      “I felt like I just wanted to throw up after that”

      This is a great compliment for a writer, thanks.

  11. Mino October 14, 2015 at 6:59 pm

    Great story, when you come up against a formidable opponent, all options are on the table

  12. BJ October 14, 2015 at 7:19 pm

    Roosh, have you seen The Running Man? Your story sounds a bit like that, but with a dystopian feminist future twist.. entertaining, but a frightening glimpse of our future?
    There’s no doubt there is a war on men in the current culture. A man can be fired for expressing neomasculinity views, but a woman is celebrated and promoted for being a feminist. Go figure….

    1. Roosh October 14, 2015 at 9:56 pm

      I read that book over 5 years ago. I enjoyed it.

      1. BJ October 14, 2015 at 11:26 pm

        I thought I could sense some influence there. Quality read. When are you coming to Australia Roosh? I honestly believe what you faced in Canada would be a walk in the park by comparison. I believe Australia is the most SJW/Feminism dominated country outside of Scandinavia at the moment.. I honestly think you’d be barred entry unfortunately. You would be horrified by what you saw, but are you up for the challenge?

      2. Roosh October 14, 2015 at 11:46 pm

        “but are you up for the challenge?”

        Yes, but the problem is logistics. Australia is far as hell, and my readership there doesn’t seem large enough to cover expenses.

      3. BJ October 14, 2015 at 11:51 pm

        Your readership here is growing, I can assure you, but I understand where you are coming from. It is a large investment of your resources for a likely very poor return – for any discerning man who prefers his women with a modicum of class, femininity and respectability, Australian girls are the bottom of the barrel – besides Kiwi women of course, who are downright beasts. You have commented previously on the Australian girls you have met overseas – remember, they are the “rich chicks” and the cream of the crop. Imagine how bad the average “sheila” down here is then! As a fan of your “Don’t Bang Denmark” hater guide, I always wanted to read your thoughts on the “quality” we are producing Down Under…

      4. rationalize October 15, 2015 at 12:29 am

        mate .. your readership here in Sydney is indeed growing. a group of us are going out tonight actually -Ivy 10.30pm-(main bar). fwiw your rational / scientific approach works here, and we are better, and more frequently laid men because of your work. if you care to sample our women, i would point out that we have *variety*. australia, and particularly sydney is a globe trotting mixture of young working-holiday nymphs, seeking “experience”, and trying to “find themselves” (via frequent rides on the cock). all corners of the globe are represented here. a flag seeker’s paradise. English language is sufficient. give us a shout when you’re coming down. we’ll find you a -private room- in which to do your thing.

      5. SydneyWolf October 15, 2015 at 5:48 am

        Australia is lost. Sydney is worse than Toronto.

        Take the self entitlement and out of control hypergamy of Toronto women, combine it with the extreme Feminist mindset of Scandinavian women, the obesity rate of American women and the drinking/cursing/masculinity of UK women and you have your average Australian woman.

        Combine this with horrid male/female ratio’s, and the fact that the competition is insanely fierce (4-5 Tall, good looking, roided up, wealthy men who approach like dogs for every 1 good looking young female), and you have the hell that is Sydney.

        The key in Sydney is to target foreigners, they can be attractive and reasonable, but alot of other guys know this, so they are hot commodities, a 7 from Europe will get treated here as if she were a 9+ back home.

        If the slim, hot (8+), young, Australian born women of Sydney are your thing, they are actually extremely easy BUT they don’t come cheap. It requires money/cocaine. Cocaine is king in Sydney, it is the currency of sex, but at 300-400/g you better be loaded (thankfully I am or it would usually only be foreigners for me), or be well connected in the scene (DJ, club security, club owner, or well connected with these types).

        For the older Australian ones (30+) you can start dangling marriage/kids as a carrot, but they are bitter and jaded women, completely broken, and horrible company.

        If Eastern Europe is pussy paradise, Australia is surely penis paradise. It’s so bad I’m actually going to the US (NYC) on a sex holiday. Not even kidding.

      6. rationalize October 15, 2015 at 6:07 am

        details please, locations esp. while i will admit that foreigners are the key here, im only seeing cocaine amongst disenfranchised beta suits, trying to play corporate tycoon .. and failing. local girls are more into dancing and genuinely fun guys. yes they are stupid on the main part, but their vaginas still work. so am curious – where r u going in sydney that is so shit?

      7. SydneyWolf October 15, 2015 at 6:33 am

        Of course you’re only seeing cocaine amongst the ones too stupid/beta to hide it. The ones that know how to use it, it’s all ‘underground’.

        If you’re talking the 8+ Australian women of Sydney. They almost all use, and when they’re done dancing with the ‘genuinely fun guys’ ie. attention whoring at The Ivy, Marcquee, Home or whatever their venue of choice is for the night (it really doesn’t matter) it’s off to the cocaine Alpha FWB’s place to rack up and get pounded in a drug fuel’d threesome.

        Once you realize this, you realize the ‘genuinely fun guys’ at the club are the real beta’s, being used for attention, while money/cocaine alpha is running a 5-10 girl harem, while sitting on his couch, and picking and choosing which one/s he’ll invite over that night over text when they’re done.

        Sure, you can still pull the local girls occasionally if they’re drunk, you game them right, have perfect logistics and their regular guy is busy that night, but clown game can’t compete with cocaine long term, and you’re working 4x harder for it as you would be in any major US city.

      8. rationalize October 15, 2015 at 6:38 am

        different league .. but sounds like money’s trumping game in that rotation. presumably the economics levelling out at a comparable cost per lay to that of directly paying for above-average-hookers.

      9. SydneyWolf October 15, 2015 at 6:53 am

        Spot on.

        the <=7/10 Aussie chicks are a bit more accessible. I'm referring to the Models, Hot Socialites, Hot Strippers etc. primarily in their early to mid 20's.

        Economically it's cheaper than paying for high class escorts, which is the caliber we're talking, and a HCE will stick around an hour (or however long you've paid them for), these girls will stay all night for sex for a 'flat rate', you're not on the clock.

        Incidentally I know a fair few of the HCE's in Syd, some are ex's or friends. Many of the Syd girls in that league will moonlight as pro's, or at the very least as semi-pro's, and will selectively choose their clients (AKA gold diggers).

        You can get hot foreigners in that league though without having to play that game. Hence my point, there are still places in the world where you don't need to be a baller to lay young, very hot, attractive women. Sydney is not one of them, unless you're targeting foreigners.

      10. BJ October 15, 2015 at 6:46 pm

        This. Aussie girls are absolute whores for cocaine. They will go down quicker than a two dollar hooker if there is the prospect of getting nose candy from a guy. They also love getting spit roasted by footy players or other sportsmen… in Europe you see them in gangs trawling for Euro cock, completely oblivious to the culture and environment. They are filthy, filthy whores.
        Also, the Pareto principle is definitely on display here. 20% of the guys get 80% of the chicks, who would rather be in the harem of a cold, aloof alpha any day than be in a relationship with a boring beta male. The end result of this is we have a growing epidemic of bitter, jaded, single women in their 30s who are destined to be lonely old cat ladies.. the media has even taken an interest in this, but of course it isn’t the fault of these sluts, it is the men who won’t pursue and wife up these well ridden slappers! The media even has a name for it: “Peter Pan Syndrome”. Fortunately, I have a nice Ukrainian girlfriend so I am able to avoid the filth that is Aussie women, but most of my friends aren’t so lucky. I see their girlfriends and feel sorry for them – masculine, offensive, slutty, loud, rude and crude, and way past their primes.

      11. BJ October 15, 2015 at 6:40 pm

        I’ve been to the USA, Europe and Canada and Australian girls are definitely worse. I did pretty well in all of those countries, especially the USA- everything from hot college chicks from Chicago to Newport Beach MILFs, and they all treated me like I was a rock star! Then I had to go home.. The women here are awful. They have zero feminine allure. Spot on about the 30+ ones being jaded from being pumped and dumped so many times. You’d have to be a fool to be in a relationship with one! The problem is the ones in their 20s are absolutely brain dead and all think they are celebrities thanks to social media. They worship reality tv and the Kardashians. Simply awful!

      12. BJ October 15, 2015 at 6:51 pm

        I would definitely buy “Don’t Bang Australia”…

  13. George Nada October 14, 2015 at 11:35 pm

    This makes for most excellent dystopian fiction!–except for the fact that it’s not all that fictional, is it.

  14. Apollyon October 15, 2015 at 11:46 am

    Interesting story. But, before we reach that stage, society will have collapsed into complete chaos as beta males (and even alphas) realize that even withdrawing is no guarantee. Betas will stop going to university or even get jobs and will live with mom (dad having long been executed). Without male productivity there will be no society. Within short order feminism will be dead and so will female privilege.
    that might make a good story…

  15. MajorStyles October 15, 2015 at 7:07 pm

    “Big Bertha, who possessed a double PhD in women’s and transsexual studies.”

    I predict we will see Transsexual Studies within the next ten years. Your story might prove to be prophetic in that regard.

  16. KrakenKorpus October 15, 2015 at 7:14 pm

    I find your short stories to be your best content. I’d have liked for her to choose to say no, just so she could denounce him. Before Jack goes, he delivers the threat.

  17. Cat5krusher October 15, 2015 at 11:52 pm

    To solve Californias debt crisis… The police could actually enforce texting and driving laws. They’d wipe out the debt in a month. Half of the people driving are texting. This is serious shit since I see crashes every day because of it. If you text and drive..you are a selfish cunt in need of constant validation. Only narcisistic bitches need their phone at all times. Any self respecting MAN only uses the phone when necesary.

    1. Sunny October 16, 2015 at 12:11 am

      Both sexes pull out those dang things inappropriately, men as well as women. Speak face to face people!!

  18. James Mast October 16, 2015 at 2:51 am


    I see reflected in this story the obvious usual wit and social awareness you display but also an introduction to the deeper issues you face.

    You subconsciously feel that what you do must satisfy a woman’s desires, and this is reflected in your prominent posts such as “Be a clown” where you say that men must be clowns for women just to bed them. But of course being a clown attracts the women who want a clown rather than an authentic man.

    As far as the story itself goes, I feel it lacks a strong ending. I am not even sure there is a point beyond this story other than the state of America as you see it, which is descending toward strong anti-male hatred.

    I do not feel this is some of your best work. I see it as a reveal into your psyche, at least at the time of writing, which is to say that you find yourself connecting with women who have serious emotional issues and are unable to please them, thus finding yourself in serial monogamy mini-relationships that are doomed to lasting reward.

    I see this because in the story’s framework you write about each woman’s past history with a man that pained them, and each of these sections is resoundingly without any humor.

    Finally I would just like to say that personally, to improve the story, I would have liked if perhaps Jack was the man who had done these things to the women, or perhaps he was the one who never called Bertha back, and she was in love with him for a long time, and so he decided to call her on the show. But I suppose that is because I believe in love, and so that’s how I would want the story to end, rather than the more dystopian ending.

    But it is your story, glad you can share these things.

  19. Tyrone Kingston October 16, 2015 at 12:35 pm

    I enjoyed this very much.

  20. 66Scorpio October 18, 2015 at 8:38 pm

    I am open to the idea of bringing back corporal punishment. It seems to work in places like Singapore. However, if you are going to give someone a good bamboo caning then let’s sex it up and make it presentable. Replace the Mongolian martial arts master with rocking dominatrix. Televise it and charge people to watch justice being done. Charge double for the few bad girls who need to be punished.

  21. Fueled October 20, 2015 at 6:10 pm

    Almost didn’t read this because of the stunningly uninteresting first sentence about balancing budgets, but glad I did. Suggest you instead start the story with the third paragraph, “The premise was simple…” That paragraph is a lot more interesting than the first two, then you can fill in the back story about California’s budget crisis, etc, after the reader has been hooked.

  22. Saint liar and thief October 23, 2015 at 12:18 am

    What the world is experiencing now is a satanic cults imperial overstretch where it’s been so successful in reaching its goals it’s become almost impossible to hide its titanic control on everyone’s lives,Satan and his fallen angels have alien intelligence and supernatural abilities to mind read,shapeshift and control humans to construct and reside inside their very own prison.When world governments,multi billion dollar corporations,Mass Media,central banking cabbals,judiciary systems,organized religions,military industrial complexes,and secret societies are all different heads of the same beast it’s no wonder society is falling apart.You will find in research these entities have brainwashed you into not believing they could all be working hand in claw to rule over humanity with demonic agendas.Every day our liberties and rights are getting stripped away with censorship, freedom of speech,and intense surveillance and tracking all used to keep the enlightened from warning the already too dumbed down to not fail sheeple:May God help us ;Satan has the perfect camouflage in the Jewish worldwide networks to operate almost imperviously with the perfect anti-semiticism counter strike defense. This shit is real and Satan wouldn’t shed a tear over a nuked Israel even though The Jews were valiant pawns in his endgame.

  23. Tom Dane October 25, 2015 at 4:56 pm

    This reminds me of “The running man”

  24. zaqan October 26, 2015 at 12:54 pm

    dude my heart. the suspense of this. Do continue your writing career in antifeminist antisocialist fiction.

  25. mike October 28, 2015 at 7:05 pm

    Interesting story. On a somewhat related note, I have become disgusted by how younger women are extremely interested in watching UFC fights. Welcome to gore america. In 10 years, there is no doubt that we will have televised gladiator programs.