This is nothing against the people. I've had several wonderful Romanian students in the past. Rather, it's because Romania is still recovering from the disastrous socioeconomic policies of the Nicolae Ceaușesc regime, i.e., a large population of unwanted young people who grew up on the streets due to Ceausesc's prohibition of contraception = a high crime rate, degraded family structure, and pervasive despair. It certainly isn't a place that would draw me as a tourist,
But Roosh favors Eastern European countries like Romania because the people (specifically, the women) are poor and desperate. American tourists are rare for the reasons described, and they represent opportunity (for cash or green cards). This is Roosh's value in the eyes of young Eastern European women. The language barrier which he occasionally complains about actually works in his favor; it's harder to evaluate a stranger's intentions or character if he does not speak your language, and people tend to forgive foreigners for social faux pas that they would not tolerate in a native.
Roosh likes Eastern European girls because, unlike American or Scandinavian women, they embody traditional "feminine" characteristics: they put effort into their sexual appeal (naturally enough, as it is their only real avenue of social mobility), they tend to be thin, they defer to men (at least in public). And unlike American and Scandinavian women, they are not "promiscuous" (that is to say, sexually autonomous).
The problem is that the chastity that Roosh admires is an obstacle to his mission, which is to have sexual intercourse with as many nubile teenagers as he can without either opening his wallet and paying upfront, or establishing a committed relationship. He deals with this by deceiving women, either directly or by omission. For example, he suggests he's more interested in a serious relationship than he really is, he attempts to disguise his true identity, he doesn't hang around too long in one place. He coolly acknowledges the occasional tears, the sense of betrayal these girls experience, yet remains emotionally detached. He is, after all, a predator, so is only acting according to his authentic nature: "This is what I do."
He is not disingenuous when he denies that the appalling way he exploits girls reflects any animosity toward them. In the same way, many of us are genuinely fond of animals, yet still enjoy eating cheeseburgers.
He blames global feminism and western materialism on corrupting the women he himself is trying to corrupt. He refuses to acknowledge his own culpability in the process. The lack of integrity, the disconnect, is mind-boggling. He doesn't seem to be stupid. He certainly takes his own intellectual pretensions seriously, with his regular reports on the "big ass books" he is reading (Thucydides, really?).
And yet there is a giant blind spot in his moral consciousness that defies explanation.
To read Roosh is to enter the mind of a functioning sociopath.
In a Roosh V forum thread, a reader worries whether he himself is a sociopath. Some readers dismiss his concern, reassuring him that the fact that he asks is proof he is not.
I dunno, if I thought I might be a sociopath, I'd be running, not walking, to a good shrink. But that's just me, your garden-variety neurotic.
Roosh, on the other hand, responds, tellingly, "Why do you feel the need to label your behavior? Do what you want. As long as you don't get arrested, get AIDS, or cause unreasonable harm in other individuals, who gives a fuck whether you are or not." [italics added]