Facebook is losing money for permitting a massive data leak. It has nothing to do with Mack and his fuckery.
I'm glad he came up again, though, because I've been trying to read one of his books - an exercise that convinces me Facebook didn't take down "scriptural posts" as such, but rather they took down insulting horseshit...and no, "they" didn't send trolls. He invites trolls.
I'e read six pages of that idiot's babbling.
This [WARNING: I'VE CREATED A WALL OF TEXT] is what I've found so far:
To protect himself from accusations of condescension, Mack hides behind the pretension he's only speaking TRUTH (all-caps). He tells you so while attempting an end-run around accusations he's being patronising and judgmental.
I suppose we should just take him at his word as opposed to...taking him at a bunch of his other words.
He starts his book with a condescending assumption: That most of the women reading have only bought his crap because they're fucked-up whores looking for a man to save them from themselves.
To them, he first offers this comment: “You can't hide from the harvest you sowed for. You can't pass off the rewards of a foolish sinful lifestyle or bad choices made.” (pg ii)
Keep in mind this is the second paragraph on the first page. It should come as no surprise that he slides downhill from that to social commentary about welfare, of all things. This is in the third paragraph:
“People have a lottery ticket mentality when it comes to relationships. They expect to put in a dollar's worth of work to get a billion-dollar payout.
“You know what that's called? Laziness.
“That's a welfare mentality. Nature doesn't respect your welfare mindset. It has no regard for your pipe dreams.” (pg ii)
Your welfare mindset...your pipe dreams. You're a terrible person, reader, but don't you worry; Mack is here to offer you a get hitched quick scheme of his own.
(You know what that's called? Contradiction. And it occurs within the first two pages of his grammatically-challenged book.)
As it concerns his advice, you've made a wise investment with the purchase of this book, he says, and, “If you follow what this book teaches and put these points into action, you'll find yourself being pulled by a powerful mysterious Force right into the path of the right guy for you.” (pg vii)
Um, sure. Let's hear what $13 bought me. (Mind that I've been happily married for a long time.)
Here's his advice on how to dress for the right man, so as not to allow other guys to visually molest you (pg 2): “Under wraps means: I DON'T KNOW WHAT SHAPE EXISTS UNDERNEATH YOUR CLOTHES...” (pg 1)
So, a burqa then, or else it's your own damned fault if you “[get] ran through like the D-line of the Atlanta Falcons. (Sorry Falcons fans).” (pg 2)
I actually bought this e-wipe expecting to read more about what he promised in the marketing: Secret gays congregating at the gym to engage in what Mack refers to online as “undercover faggotry.” (Try not to take his use of that epithet too hard. Mack knows as little about behaving with class as he does about using a colon properly. )
Mack interrupts his own discussion about sex with a typically crude comment about vaginas:
“So ladies: stop thinking you have the best nana in the world that no man can resist. NEWSFLASH: you don't! You have the SAME thing between your legs that billions of other women have too. So what makes you think yours has some type of super human capability? Don't let your ego make a fool out of you.”
In this situation - pg 3 - Mack ceases to write like a grown man and instead adopts the internet persona of an angry 15-year-old girl attempting to put a potential sexual rival in her place: Bitch, please. Urs is not special. It don't glow in the fucking dark! Quite flashing Ur pubes at my man.
He continues in the same vein, committing to print a quote he likely thinks Shakespeare would envy:
“If you're a basic female...you'll take [being called sexy'] as a compliment that a guy wants to stretch you out and use your uterus as a penis punching bag.” (pg 4)
By page four, this book has already proved to be an atrocious farce. I'd already guessed the book would be a waste of money, and poorly written, before starting this slog. What I should have seen coming, but didn't, was how Mack's venom toward women would manifest not only as condescension but also as outright crassness at a level I doubt most men's magazines would publish. Keep in mind, here, that Mack makes his money on the pretext that he's some kind of preacher.
He tries to reclaim a level of decorum with his brief treatment of how being exceptional' is more likely to draw a family-minded man than is brazen sexuality. The fact that commentary is so simple and short leaves me wondering what demographic, exactly, he's trying to attract with this book...because if he's looking to inform adults about things they don't already know, Mack is failing miserably. A sixth-grader could probably parse this, and yet it's wholly inappropriate for someone in that age group to be reading the kind of crap Mack writes.
So, again, who is his target audience? Grown women who dropped out of middle school?
Anyway, Mack goes on to inform women everywhere that, while they might think they work to make at least some aspect of themselves exceptional they're actually wrong. It's a good thing they're reading this book because Mack will teach the females how to stand out.
No, seriously, he actually fucking says that on page five, where he informs his readers they need an overhaul on their minds. As a willing victim of his writing, I must agree: I was dumb enough to buy this stinking pile of shit and, at best, I need mind bleach.
It goes on and on, with Mack finding different, but equally dumb, ways of saying the same thing over and over. He goes on to tell women to swallow their arrogant pride and listen to what men consider marriage material. Apparently all men want a maid for the home and a mother for the lineage. Fuck your career. Fuck your personal tastes. Fuck your own beliefs. In fact, just fuck YOU, ladies.
EDIT:
Where I posted the following, the comment in half-quotes is not Mack's but my own view of something he said:
In this situation, Mack ceases to write like a grown man and instead adopts the internet persona of an angry 15-year-old girl attempting to put a potential sexual rival in her place: Bitch, please. Urs is not special. It don't glow in the fucking dark! Quite flashing Ur pubes at my man.’ (pg 3)
