The 6 Worst Inspirational Posters Ever Made by Man

by Luke McKinney

True manliness is more important than ever before, because true manliness is “getting stuff done” and there’s more amazing stuff now than at any time in history. Because our caveman skills of brute strength and hairiness have been obsolete since the invention of forklifts and indoors, true manliness now transcends testicles. But some whiners still insist that physically dangling your weak points in a little fleshy handbag between your legs is the only proof of being worthwhile. Because that’s the only proof they have. They think whatever they do automatically matters just because they’re men, and they’re wrong about both statements.

This beard just does not get the chicks

This beard just does not get the chicks.

One such No Girls Club is The Red Pill Room. It’s run by “Ian Ironwood,” and hahaha, I just lost a writing battle against him because I can’t think of any funnier way to mock him than the one he’s already written. Ian Ironwood. It must have been a hard battle between that, “Dick Master,” and “Commander Badass Boobtoucher”.

"I work for Big Boners Unlimited."

“I work for Big Boners Unlimited.”

He claims to represent the “Manosphere,” a collection of blogs dedicated to the cause of men’s rights. They insist that they’re the real face of masculinity while whining online about their problems, and honestly don’t see any contradiction. This includes his own alter-ego “The Sex Nerd,” and his other alter-ego “Red Pill Wifey” where he fantasizes writing posts as his own sexually satisfied spouse. I don’t think we’re meant to know that one is him, but it’s more obviously fake than a porn spambot wearing a false moustache. But has much less sex. And he channeled all his blueballed might into his masterwork, a series of “Inspirational Posters

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“Pffft! Silly female! Who’s been filling your head with fanciful notions of dignity and human rights?”

This is a crazier combination of concepts than the inmates of Arkham Asylum, and those guys still have better luck with women. You can actually see where the edges of the letters are tearing and glitching as try to pull themselves out of this stupid image. It’s a crazier attack on women than writing “Tampon” on a stick of dynamite. There’s no relation between any of the concepts involved except that Richie Rustcock didn’t understand any of them. The entire punchline is “Feminism,” and there’s no set-up, and by “punchline” we mean “a line which makes you want to punch him.”

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If that’s your idea fo what marriage is, you missed eight or nine steps and the entire point.

I think we just found out why Stevey Steelknob is so upset with women. But you can’t blame his wife: when a husband’s romantic strategy is waving their marriage certificate while crying “But you promiiiiiiiised!” his wife’s vagina secretes superglue instead of lubrication.

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To any woman who survived a date with Ian Ironwood: you’re our heroine.

A picture might be worth a thousand words, but that doesn’t mean you’re meant to include them all. He’s trying to tell you how relationships work when he can’t even use MS Paint without turning it into an endless nagging session. Note the guy’s hand positions: even his posters don’t get to touch breasts. That guy is clearly aiming to eat a fresh kidney, but ’50s fanart of Hannibal Lecter might not be a good source of relationship advice. Especially when his point is “using a picture to talk about boobs online,” and he still manages to screw it up. If you need 75 words to communicate a selfish desire for breasts, you’re provably dumber than a newborn infant.

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It’s kind of cute how he spews volumes of misogynist bile, but is afraid to swear.

That is amazing. It’s not even a standard “nice guy whine” because it’s too long, which really doesn’t sound like a problem the author has to deal with. He’s spent longer imagining the perfect bad boy to screw every women he meets than they have. Possibly because every women he meets gives up on men entirely and starts fantasizing about dying alone.

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Are you sure she wasn’t just too polite to tell you you’re the worst man imaginable?

Nothing says “I don’t need women” like stalking them for twenty years and then writing an entire book about it. I was going to blur this to make sure no one risked reading it, but he’s done a damn good job of that already with font choice. He’s clearly as good at choosing fonts as he is at getting with ladies: even if anyone bothers, it’s difficult to look at, too small and curled, and very badly used.

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You spend an awful lot of time describing how much you don’t care about this topic, Ian.

You can really tell that someone doesn’t need the approval of ladies when he yells for their attention and writes a novel explaining how little he thinks about them. And when they list videogames, porn, and friends in that order, he’s not just showing his priorities, that’s his exact plan for a Friday night. And the he calls “friends” are the 7/11 cashiers who call him “That guy who tries to make conversation when buying tissues and hand lotion at 1 a.m.”

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“I said I just want to be friends, Mr. Ironwood!”

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Unliving things really shouldn't be able to judge you

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  • ianironwood

    Hey, thanks for the Link Love! Although when it comes to your analysis, Epic Fail.

    1) “Ian Ironwood” is my porn name. I work in porn. Not in front of the camera, but when people whack off, I get paid. Since I work at the lube factory, I don’t need to haunt a 7-11, thankyouverymuch. I get my shit wholesale. And I get laid like tile. Also, I’m not “afraid to swear”, I just have a modicum of artistic license. You should look into it.

    2) I’m a happily married, never divorced family man, with the same beautiful woman (“Mrs. Ironwood”) for over 20 years. Three beautiful, intelligent kids. Best job in the world. Great relationship with my parents (still married), my siblings, my in-laws. I’m a pillar of the community. Tell me where you see “loser” in there anywhere.

    3) Red Pill Wifey is NOT a pseudonym of mine, she’s a real wife running the female version of the MAP and having a ridiculously happy marriage, which she blogs about. The Sex Nerd is a blog about sex, from a porny male perspective. The Red Pill Room is my Manosphere blog about male issues and relationships and marriage and such. I wouldn’t deny it if you were correct, but you weren’t. You might consider the idea that there are people who agree with me, and they blog, too. Red Pill Wifey was inspired by me, but she works very hard on her blog and should be given all due credit. Please get it right.

    4) My sites are designed to help sell porn. I’ve never made any bones about that. The fact that 90% of my customers are dudes means that I speak to my customers and their issues and concerns. The posters you reference are, actually, excerpts and suggestions from my commentors and fans within the Manosphere, reflecting their issues and concerns. And there are a lot of them.

    5) I also give dating advice and have had a ridiculously high success rate leading men and women toward a good, working long-term relationship. Read into that what you will. But if you still haven’t found Prince Charming and you’re looking at a long life filled with watching Dancing With The Stars by yourself every week, then perhaps you should re-think your mating strategy.

    6) My book, “The Manosphere: A New Hope for Masculinity” will be released on Kindle some time this month. It details the emerging blogosphere dedicated to Male issues and the interests of men. Yes, it’s sexist. I’m okay with that. I don’t care if you aren’t. Really, your outrage and your feelings of insult? Don’t bother me one bit. In fact, rage more — I can use the publicity.

    7) Anyone who can’t get past the humor and snarky douchebaggery in my site and in much of the rest of the Manosphere has already self-selected themselves out of the gender equation. If my work offends you, then it got your attention. If you want to think I’m some hopeless, pathetic loser, good on you. If you want to think I’m some lone crazy voice crying in the wilderness . . . I encourage you to mention that often.

    What I am in actuality is an agent provacateur for masculinity and men’s issues. The fact is I’m Progressive, a devout Humanist, and fully support legal and social equality for women, I’m pro-Gay marriage, pro-Gay rights, and generally pro-women’s rights.

    But when I tried to discuss and criticize feminism as such, and took a reasonable approach, I got steamrolled and no one paid any attention. Men, it seems, aren’t allowed to have a thoughtful opinion on gender issues — not one that can be taken seriously in our society.

    So if society won’t take the issues of men seriously . . . this is what you get. Enjoy!

    • curelight

      “But if you still haven’t found Prince Charming and you’re looking at a long life filled with watching Dancing With The Stars by yourself every week, then perhaps you should re-think your mating strategy.”

      Wow. Thank you for that brilliant insight into the female brain.
      Please, tell me more about how I might find a man willing to have sex with me since that is my only mission in life.

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