Book Review: American Pilgrim by Roosh V

I first came across Roosh in 2012. My first marriage was on its last legs and deteriorating fast. Around that time, people I read like Vox Day and Matt Forney began writing about something called “game”. I wasn’t sure what I was reading at first, but Vox Day especially has dragged me into subjects I never thought I’d learn, like economics. Somehow, through all that, I found Roosh’s landing page for his book “Bang”.

Game has many negative connotations, although I found it helpful. It helped me to begin understanding she who is now my late ex-wife. I believe it also helped me to meet my new wife and to hold things together in a second, much better marriage.

Like me, Roosh was a shy guy who knew nothing about women. Following advice from his mom lead him to the “friend zone” curse. Roosh is a scientist by training, and as he came across “pick up artist” material, he began conducting experiments and recording his results, which resulted in “Bang”. He began a life of travel and fornication and living off the proceeds of writing books about it. If nothing else, Roosh was always interesting.

I could tell through his writing that Roosh was begining to experience what Solomon called “vanity and vexation of spirit”, and I began to call him the personification of Ecclesiastes, my favorite book of the Bible. I thought if he didn’t become a Christian eventually, he would be a shell of his former self.

Roosh’s conversion in 2019 seemed to come on very suddenly. One week, his podcast was about normal for that stage of his life, and the next week, he had Dr. E. Michael Jones on. I sure didn’t see it coming. Roosh was baptized in the Armenian Orthodox Church, so he returned to that.

After his sister died of cancer and he realized his life in eastern Europe was not going to be fulfilling, he returned to the Washington DC suburbs to live with his mother. Then he launched a car trip around our nation, giving speeches in 23 cities. The trip took 5 months. Each week, he posted a travel log video of the places he’d been and the thoughts he’d had in the prior week. He showed clips of cities and parks and interesting places he’d been, along with commentary about his experiences. He called it “Babylon Road” and the videos are probably still on YouTube. I followed along at home.

Roosh created “American Pilgrim” as a book based on his experiences. Like the videos, the chapters are organized by weeks, beginning with leaving his last city and culminating in the next city. After making a few changes to his routine, Roosh settled into attending church on Sunday if an Orthodox church was available, the exception being attending Joel Osteen’s church in Houston, which was a let down for him. (A common practice; Barbara Ehrenreich also attended as research for her book “Bright Sided“, a very good read. (My Amazon affiliate link is included.))

I’ll include a few thoughts on the book. Roosh encountered many people. Some were open to discussing spiritual things and others were not. Some people may not follow Roosh closely as they showed up to his events expecting to hear about how to bang women, while Roosh no longer wants to encourage sin. He met several people who were happy to hear his new message and encouraged him. Roosh still writes a lot about his fornicating past, but it is part of his testimony and conversion so I don’t see how he could avoid it and remain authentic.

Roosh struggled with being new in the faith. He felt greatly under-qualified to give people spiritual advice, and mostly stuck to his conversion story or how he was able to overcome problems through faith. He stopped at many monasteries and churches and talked to as many priests and monks as he could. He told many of them his story and received advice and blessings. I think his approach is the right one. Many of us Christians get a little too caught up in trying to tell others what to do, when it should simply be “This is my experience”.

I don’t know much about the Orthodox church, but I thought we “Protestants” were bad. Roosh often experienced Greek Orthodox not letting him take communion because he’s Armenian Orthodox, and the two churches are not in communion. At one church, he got a long lecture about how he needs to convert to Eastern Orthodox because the Armenians are wrong. (I’ve been through the “You should come to my church because yours probably teaches the Bible incorrectly” talk myself.)

Roosh also struggled with substituting one idol for another, such as novelty for fornication. None of us are immune from it, but Roosh demonstrates a spiritual maturity for recognizing it. Through the tour, he began to desire living in the mountains, but due to choosing what used to be a drug house, his experience was short lived and he promptly returned to living with his mother.

I personally have given up on thoughts of leaving my area. I don’t hate it, but I don’t love it either. But where would I go? People say South Dakota is free, but I’ve also been told if I hated the insular nature of New Jersey, I would definitely not like South Dakota. I also grew up in the military and somehow got the message that I was supposed to serve in the military and settle wherever I landed, which left me far from home. I’ve begun telling my children that it’s probably time to put down roots, and since I’m stuck here, then this is where our family should settle. I figure if God wants me somewhere else, he’ll drag me there. But last year in the middle of “COVID”, we were able to sell our old house after only 7 days on the market and move into a larger house after one offer and one counter-offer. It was so effortless, God had to have been involved.

I’m surprised to find that some of Roosh’s books are still available on Amazon. I thought they were all banned. You have to buy “American Pilgrim” directly from his store though. Like all of his books, it’s a good read. I guess I could facetiously call it “Jesus and the Art of Challenger Maintenance”, although Roosh only had to pay a mechanic to put a cover back on the underside of his car.

Personal Security in the Current World

I don’t know if I really am heartless, or if I’m just desensitized. Tragedies in the world seem to accelerate and get worse, and it doesn’t affect me all that much anymore.

Last night at a country music festival in Las Vegas, somebody with an automatic rifle managed to kill approximately 60 people and wound 500 (last estimates I saw.) I’m not going to provide a link because I’m sure you all know what I’m talking about.

I’m not going to bother going into the politics of the situation. I’m sure the media is PRAYING it was a white, Christian, conservative man. I’m assuming it was either a representative of the “Religion of Peace” or a deranged leftist. One report I saw indicated it was both.

But that doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. If you put yourself in a situation where bullets start flying, does it really matter in the moment if it’s a Southern Baptist, a Sunni Muslim, or a Bernie Bro? Save that for the talking heads and keyboard pounders after it’s over.

What really matters is, when the bullets start flying, don’t be there.

We’re at the point where, until some serious changes happen in the world, you are not safe in large gatherings. Hell, you’re barely safe in church anymore (although my church will put up a wall of lead to anybody entering with the intent to do harm.) A church shouldn’t have to have a security plan, (in a perfect world), but smart ones do. This can range from doing background checks on people who work with children to actually having a security force. A friend of mine is on his church’s security force. They’re armed. I know of other churches that have similar programs.

I suppose that’s one thing, in general, that I won’t give up. For me, the rest is easy. I can’t stand crowds and traffic, so I avoid them as much as possible. I don’t go to movie theaters. They cost too damned much anyway, and most of the previews don’t interest me. Plus, they play commercials. I live a commercial-free lifestyle. I avoid them as much as possible. I’m not going to PAY to watch them at a movie theater.  I rarely watch movies anyway, but when I do, I like to stream them at home where I can hit the pause button to take a leak or get another beer.

Hating crowds and traffic keeps me out of city centers where “vans of peace” can plow through a crowd. I’ve told my wife not to bother going to the mall anymore. Nothing has happened at ours, but it’s only a matter of time.

I don’t like loud noise and I want my ears to work when I’m old, so I’ve never had a problem avoiding music festivals because I don’t go to them. Same for sporting events because sports bore the hell out of me. Plus, both have crowds and traffic so I wouldn’t be there anyway.

The rest of you might have a problem with my natural immunity to the current threat environment.

You can’t eliminate all risk from life, but you can take some reasonable steps.

  1. Avoid large crowds and gatherings. Don’t be shot like a proverbial fish in a barrel.
  2. If at all possible where you live, carry a weapon. When you’re not even safe in church, make sure you’re packing.
  3. Learn how to be aware of your situation and what is going on around you. (Situational Awareness.) You can find tons of material about this online. Who is walking in front of you? Who is walking behind you? Who is on an intercept course? What cars are around you? What are they doing? Are they looking down playing with their phone while tailgating you?

I don’t think things are likely to get better anytime soon. Maybe we’re entering “The Apocalypse.” We’re most likely in “The Fourth Turning” crisis.

What I worry about are people looking for bigger game. If some guy can knock a couple windows out of a hotel and hose down a crowd of country music fans, how long until somebody else knocks out a window of a hotel along a highway with malicious intent?

I don’t live very far from a bridge where if somebody knocked it out of commission, it could shut down traffic along the east coast.

There is some scary shit still to come in this world. Take some reasonable steps to keep yourself out of some of it.

Why Do We Act So Surprised At Human Failure?

This is a repost from my old blog on Blogger. I have another post I’m thinking about writing, and wanted to reference it. But I figured I might as well redirect the traffic here. I’ll provide comments at the end. This was originally written on 15 December, 2008:

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A couple of years ago, I showed up at church on Wednesday night ready to teach the final class in my series on Judges. I worked hard to prepare for that class. It was on Judges 20 and 21, the aftermath of the slaughter of the tribe of Benjamin. I thought it was going to be very interesting, and I got, well, angry when I found out that we would instead be assembling in the auditorium (in the churches of Christ, we’re forbidden to call it the sanctuary; we are the sanctuaries) for some kind of “family meeting.” I am almost ashamed to say that I normally don’t think too highly of those things. I don’t like it when we break our normal routine for these gatherings. I don’t like it when missionaries visit and we cancel classes so they can talk. I said I’m almost ashamed because I really don’t surprise myself much anymore.

That night, when I found out that the class I worked hard to prepare for was replaced, my thoughts immediately went to the cynical. I had thoughts like “Oh, great, somebody stubbed her toe and we have to get together and pray for her”. The 4 elders we had at the time (we added 2 more a few weeks after this account occurred) gathered at the podium. I don’t recall the exact words used, but apparently somebody in the congregation did something really bad. I tried to imagine who it was. For a second I worried it might have been me although that was groundless. It’s just human nature. It turned out that the youth minister that we had at the time did something very bad; so bad that we may never again have a youth minister. I’ll leave out the details here on my blog. When the thing he did was mentioned, very straightforwardly, some people gasped in horror. Some started crying. Some started shrieking. Some had to run outside to cry, others just numbly walked up and down the aisles holding their head saying something to the effect of “Oh, no, oh no, this can’t be happening!” The funny thing is, although I was shocked, I was not surprised. I don’t remember being surprised at all. If anything, considering what was done, I was almost glad I didn’t find myself in similar circumstances to fall in the exact same way.

I don’t understand why we always act so surprised when people do bad things. The governor of Illinois thing has me wondering this. A corrupt politician from a state known for it’s corrupt machine politics gets caught being corrupt. Where is the news in this? Why does everybody act so surprised? What’s the point? He screwed up and acted corrupt too far in the open, so he’ll get impeached and his power to replace the Senator who didn’t do a darn thing as Senator but run for President to the highest bidder will go away for this time, and he’ll be replaced by another corrupt Illinois machine politician, and life will go on until another one steps out of line and discusses corrupt things on a tapped line. The corruption won’t go away, but the corrupt politician who screwed up will for now.

This is why the “messianic theory” of politics has me so scared. It seems to me that when you ask people who voted for either McCain or Obama why they did so, the most common answer is some variation of “I hope he’ll deliver me from…” It doesn’t matter what. “I hope he’ll save me from health care.” “I hope he’ll save me from taxes.” “I hope he’ll save me from Global Warming.” “I hope he’ll save me from McCain.” “I hope he’ll save me from Palin.” “I hope he’ll save me from Obama.” “I hope he’ll save me from liberals.” “I hope he’ll save me from fundamentalist Christians.” The list goes on and one. Of course, most of the promises made by these candidates and most of the reasons people voted for them have NOTHING to do with the job description of the President of the United States found in the Constitution of such United States. It’s just that people are afraid and somehow believe one of these men might be the Messiah and save them from whatever they fear, no matter what else the man might screw up in his attempt to, if he actually kept that particular promise, which is not something that politicians are known for anyway. Then, when President Obama doesn’t keep his promises, or screws something up, people will act surprised! “How could he have done this? Oprah told us that he might be THE ONE!”

Knowing the capacity for human failure, I have to ask: why do you act so surprised when people fail horribly, and why do you look to other humans to somehow deliver you from whatever has you scared this election or the next? I’m asking this question in the “you” context because I’m honestly not surprised in the majority of cases, and I honestly don’t believe politicians can deliver me, nor do I trust them to. I’m happier if they just leave me alone and I vote for the one who will just leave me alone. At least, I do now. I once subscribed to the “Messianic” theory of politics, although I didn’t realize it at the time.


Additional commentary:

I no longer go to a Church of Christ. I have nothing against them. I just moved on. I currently attened what is described as a non-denominational church, where our pastor has a Pentacostal background. I’d never been in a charismatic leaning church before, although that is not emphasized.

The “youth pastor” thing I was referring to is far enough in the past to explain. I kept it vague for a reason, but like I said, it’s in the past and I’m divorced from the wife I’ll be referencing.

That church brought on a youth pastor shortly before I joined it in 2002. He was approximately my age. Him and his wife had two daughters who were both born within months of my two sons. His wife had to work. I was able to structure things so that my ex-wife was able to quit working and become a full-time stay at home mom when my first born was about 7 months old and she was pregnant with my second. My ex did not love or respect me one bit, so let’s just say even with her NOT working, things were not good. I had needs that were not being met, and had somebody come along to meet those needs, I would have easily fallen for her.

The night I was referring to, it came out that the youth pastor had a two-year affair with one of the teen girls. She was 17 at the time. You do the math as to when it started. What did NOT come out in church (which we found out through the family involved) is that he’d gotten her pregnant, gave her money and sent her to get an abortion. Yeah, very youth-pastorly.

He was convicted, served five years in county jail. His wife forgave him, and last I heard they were still married and he is working as a youth pastor. Far away, praise the Lord. That church apparently knows about his past. They get what they get, I guess.

But it goes back to the question: why do we act so surprised when people fail? I could have failed in a similar way had the temptation presented itself, although I’d like to think I wouldn’t have been stupid enough to end up alone with a 15 year old with daddy issues. But even a woman my own age at the time would have caused enough trouble.

I deal with this kind of temptation in a couple of ways. One is accountability. I have a few really good friends I firmly trust to throw the bullshit flag on me. And I have permission to throw it on them. A good friend will not let you get away with bullshitting yourself.

Another is to not let it happen in the first place. If you’re married and committed to being faithful to your wife, NEVER let yourself be alone with another woman. Women, never let yourself be alone with another man. Even when I travel, I make sure to go out in groups if there are women present.

I also deal with temptation by operating under the assumption that I will get caught.

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