An Analysis of My Twisted World by Elliot Rodgers

Before I get into anything, I don't really recommend reading this. Although several media outlets have called this work a manifesto, which it is in part, it's more of an autobiography, really. But if you're thinking of educating yourself as to what sort of horrors it must take to turn a young boy into a mass murderer and serial killer, I'll save you the time as this book is mostly filled with banal non events and the rantings of a misanthropic malcontent.

In My Twisted World, we learn Elliot's "bullying" turns out to be very slight. A girl pushes and yells at him, one time. Some seniors threw food at a freshmen him, again, one time. And one time some guys drove by and yelled random stuff toward him and threw eggs which missed. Oh, and another time a guy called him a loser to his face. But wait, the bullying gets even worse! In probably the most unbelievable and shocking of these human rights violations, his beautiful dream girls don't desperately throw themselves onto his penis. My god, even Dante couldn't have imagined such circles of hell.

He rants about his parents a lot. And I can see why. They allow him to quit every time something becomes slightly difficult. When he throws a big enough tantrum, they give in. He's so accustomed to this, that he thinks it's reasonable to demand his mother marry a man for money, just so he can be rich and never have to do anything because doing stuff is hard. They let him turtle from the world, with the exception of his stepmother who seemed to actually give enough fucks to try to push him out of his comfort zone. The fact that he hated her so much, probably means she tried to help him.

Elliot writes about every year of his life. In this 100,000 plus word turd, he has one real hobby for a year, skateboarding, and quits because he didn't become Tony Hawk right away and, of course, practicing is beneath him.

His lifelong goal is to become popular. To do this, he fixates on pretending to be wealthier than he is and lives as a hermit in his father's basement. For some reason, avoiding human contact did not help him obtain his goal of being noticed by women. Who would have thought?

The obvious theme in the book is rejection by women, but nowhere in it does any real rejection occur. He get's sloppy drunk and creeps on some girls, like twice, but that's more self defense on their part than it is actual rejection. As Elliot can't be bothered to strike up a conversation with them, he parades around with his designer sunglasses and polo shirts, picking fights with brutes and slobs (everyone who isn't him), while occasionally brooding by various walls, waiting for the party to magically come to him.

"Hey everyone, there is a really pissed off creepy looking guy standing with his arms crossed in the corner, let's go to him," said no one, ever.

My favorite part of the book happens right after his last party scene. He gets drunk, and his racism comes out. He did what he always does and got angry when nobody came to bask in the glory of a "magnificent gentleman." He's sauced and decides to antagonize a group of  boys and girls.

Well, they dish it back, and he ends up threatening to kill all of them by trying to push the girls over the edge of a ten foot drop off. The men they were with, who I'd like to buy a round of drinks, thwarted his scheme and subsequently kicked the shit out of him. They even finished him off by shoving him off it. Elliot ended up breaking his leg and gimping around for months. This was one of the few times justice was actually served, in his story.

Rodger's eventually goes full retard. Deciding that he'll never get laid, he planned his day of retribution and deemed himself a god of vengeance, intending to kill his roommates, his little brother, and an entire sorority. But even before then, he actually talked bout some of his fantasies of flaying and boiling people alive with his best friend, who then unfriended Elliot in real life.


This brave soul pulled knives in fist fights, dumped coffee on couples from the safety of his car, and loved to cry in public restrooms after seeing public displays of affection. His last resort before his end game was a foolproof, genius plan to become wealthy. Wait for it ... he was going to keep buying lottery tickets until winning the jackpot! Yes, that's right. He continuously drove to Arizona to play the powerball, thinking that the universe owed it to him for all his "suffering." Then he'd use the money to buy someone's love, even though he would never buy a prostitute because that's way different ... somehow.

Feminists claim that these guys are everywhere, but they really aren't. There are bad guys, everywhere, but I've only met one person, in my entire life, who was similar to Elliot Rodgers. There is nothing we can do about them until they become violent. We can't give them any life advice because they don't take it. They remain awkward forever because they won't take any risks or put themselves out there. They develop inferiority complexes and become hyper sensitive to criticism from their isolation. Honestly, they need to be sent to some sort of rehab that forces them into situations that stimulate emotional growth.

Anyways, the story ends right before he heads out to murder all those innocent people. Not ironically, he ultimately did fail at his master plan, like everything else in life. It's just too bad any idiot can fire a gun. If it would have taken some skill, everyone would still be alive right now as Elliot Rodgers had the mental fortitude of an amoeba

In conclusion, My Twisted World is about one of the biggest losers in American history. It's a tale of how not to live a life. It's a guidebook on how not to raise your children, and all he did was prove every woman that ever rejected him, right.