Fuck you and your Book.
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by Admiral Fartmore
(book selected by Beau Dashington)
Editor's note: I'm back editing this post a couple months later because of some weird formatting issues. While I'm here, and after deliberately reading several more of the worst books I could find, I just want to reaffirm that this book is the worst piece of trash I've ever read.
(0/10)
by Admiral Fartmore
(book selected by Beau Dashington)
Editor's note: I'm back editing this post a couple months later because of some weird formatting issues. While I'm here, and after deliberately reading several more of the worst books I could find, I just want to reaffirm that this book is the worst piece of trash I've ever read.
Day Bang, written by Roosh V., is the second book in
the Bang series. Where his first book, Bang, was
written as a guide for achieving alpha-maledom by banging women you meet in
night clubs, Day Bang serves as the day-time equivalent: a
guide for banging women you meet in coffee shops, bookstores, or out on the
street. The lessons are based off Roosh’s own “1,000 hours” of
experience. You heard that right. He’s spent 1,000 hours talking to women. The
book is depressing both in its message and its execution – it's not just
misogyny, but really dry, poorly-written misogyny to boot. This is actually the
worst thing I’ve ever read.
The book is essentially written as a self-help guide for men who either hate or are terrified by women. But rather than attempt to build the self-esteem of the reader so that they have the natural confidence to have conversations like a normal human being, Roosh takes the approach of devaluing and dehumanizing women so that they are no longer threatening. He asserts that the men who are successful with women are so because of one common reason, “they don’t highly value women” and concludes early that “you shouldn’t do any favors for a woman who hasn’t pleased you sexually.” Do you think Roosh ever helps his mother with the yard work? The misogyny is depressing enough as is, but it’s made worse by the knowledge that this piece of shit is preying on a maladjusted, emotionally-crippled section of the male population.
Roosh concludes the single worst book I've ever read with the following message: “someday you’re going to die… it would be a terrible waste for you to get less pussy than you deserve.” I appreciate the sentiment, and so I’ll conclude on a similar note: someday you are going to die, Roosh V. Fuck you and your terrible book.
Wager:
Who will win the 2014 Perth Darts Masters competition? (two picks allowed).
Results:
1st: Beau Dashington (Phil Taylor and Dave Chisnall
The book is essentially written as a self-help guide for men who either hate or are terrified by women. But rather than attempt to build the self-esteem of the reader so that they have the natural confidence to have conversations like a normal human being, Roosh takes the approach of devaluing and dehumanizing women so that they are no longer threatening. He asserts that the men who are successful with women are so because of one common reason, “they don’t highly value women” and concludes early that “you shouldn’t do any favors for a woman who hasn’t pleased you sexually.” Do you think Roosh ever helps his mother with the yard work? The misogyny is depressing enough as is, but it’s made worse by the knowledge that this piece of shit is preying on a maladjusted, emotionally-crippled section of the male population.
Roosh dedicates approximately the first third of the book
bouncing between dehumanizing women and rationalizing the manipulation of
women. In the introduction, Roosh compares women to cats – you have to approach
them slowly and cautiously before grabbing them and fucking them. In the rest
of the book’s scenarios, the targeted woman is referred to exclusively as “the
cat.” He also warns us to be “careful about having too much respect for
them” – a light jab at women – before following up with the following
haymaker: “While I’m not saying you should hate women, my initial impression
of them is they’re lubricated holes that exist mostly for man’s sexual
pleasure.” But don’t worry if this feels a little predatory, because “game
doesn’t exist to convince girls to have sex with you – it’s just an efficient
tool that allows two open individuals to have sex in a short period of time.”
The fucking book is called Day Bang.
The rest of the book involves Roosh providing
meticulous instructions on how to approach women in different locations and how
to start conversations based on those contexts. In a clothing store, for
example, you might want to talk about clothes. In a pet store, you could talk
about cat breeds. In a bookstore, you could tell her about what a piece of shit Day
Bang is, etc. These location-by-location guides also include diagrams
indicating, for example, the most effective place to sit in a café. Hint: it’s
by the bathroom so you can wait for women to go piss and then talk to them as
they leave the bathroom. My favorite tip of all is for when you’re trying to
approach women on the street: “pick a street with medium traffic, hide
behind a bush, and then emerge from your spot to start following any cute
girl that walks by.” If the mental image isn’t already terrifying enough,
here is a picture of Roosh V:
Hiding in bushes
and stalking women: the true alpha-male.
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Roosh concludes the single worst book I've ever read with the following message: “someday you’re going to die… it would be a terrible waste for you to get less pussy than you deserve.” I appreciate the sentiment, and so I’ll conclude on a similar note: someday you are going to die, Roosh V. Fuck you and your terrible book.
Wager:
Who will win the 2014 Perth Darts Masters competition? (two picks allowed).
Results:
1st: Beau Dashington (Phil Taylor and Dave Chisnall
2nd: Peartree (Michael van Gerwen and Peter Wright)
3rd: WildCard (Paul Nicholson and James Wade)
4th: AdmiralFartmore (Raymond van Barneveld and Sam
Whitlock)
:o
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