Thank You, Miss Anglobitch

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This fool suffered ungladly decades of treachery, but now I’m onto your game

I’d like to take the time to write a short thank you note to all the Anglobitches out there. The ones who used and abused me from adolescence through the first half of my life. The ones who treated me as an expendable meal ticket even while I gave them my best. The ones who cheated on me, dumped me, and exploited my utility value.

Without you, I would have never been at my current station in life – living on a tropical island and on the verge of touring, photographing, and writing about life in various parts of the world.

On the verge of realizing what it’s like to enjoy true freedom from you and the web of social control you’ve spun around most men in Anglo America. You might have taken half my life away from me, but I’ll be damned if you’ll get the second half.

There was always a terrible feeling gnawing at me in the back of my mind, that somehow there just wasn’t something right, that somehow life must be better than the terrible deal you gave me.

And I was right. I’ve found it. All it took was courage and a few plane tickets to become a truly multicultural man of the world, not the ersatz version liberals and feminists claim to be.

Learning to speak Spanish fluently was the single most important skill I developed in my entire life. The events of my life turned towards the better once I polished my language skills and began to delve into a new cultural experience. Thank God I discovered a place in the world where women are totally the opposite of what you deem as normal.

You see, I was one of those men you threw away. One of those from the wrong social caste and without enough Beta Bucks for you to consider me worth a short pump and dump, and unworthy of children and a family. Until now, once I gained a measure of financial success your blinders opened and I became visible. But now it’s too late. This dog got kicked around one too many times.

Sure, I had some measure of success bedding Anglo women, but without the misery that resulted from my dealings with you I would have never had the motivation to learn pick-up artistry and watch my notch count soar from a respectable 30 in a law of the jungle sexual market to well over 100 in only a few short years.

I would have never had the motivation to leave the control matrix you’ve imprisoned many millions of men with via the power of Big Daddy Government.

Thanks to you, I was forced to rearrange my entire life to escape you. But I’ve done just that, and that decision is reaping incredible rewards. I have a feminine, old-school woman in Latin America offering me more from life than you ever could. I have financial freedom I never would have realized had I accepted the high price you command for the subpar companionship you offer.

And you know what? I am more motivated than ever to show other men how to escape the plantation you’ve created for us. I am more motivated than ever to show other men the way out of the dark cage you’ve placed us in through endless manipulation, dissimulation and victim role-playing.

I was mad, but now I’m glad.

If you had never used and abused so many millions of men just like me you might have gotten away with the ruse. But now, the word is out and your fortunes are fading fast. Men are running for the door to get away from the toil required to power your selfish, barren, materialistic fantasies. We are either Men Going Our Own Way or Going Galt or both.

Either way, the utility value you took for granted is now in jeopardy of disappearing forever. I know after 15 years in and out of Latin America I will never again see the culture you’ve made men suffer for so long as normal. The push back has begun, for in nature every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

So again, thank you for all the misery. I would have never been the happy man I am today without it. And I have nothing but vinegary truth and inspiring tales from a Happier Abroad life to write about.

The best part of it all? I have absolutely no guilt or remorse for treating you as a recreational activity, because I spent half a life living the “good guy” way only to be figuratively kicked in the teeth for my effort. Now I’m living the “bad boy” lifestyle and have never been happier.

In summary, thanks for the memories. Now you can go straight to hell with your cats, and I will stay here in paradise. By the way, take the bills for your materialistic, exorbitant lifestyle with you when you go.

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3 comments

  • Marriage;

    a year and a half of utility for the male imperative

    48 and a half years for the female imperative

    I am also so glad that they went so far over the top. Just in time too. I’m a ‘weird’ 45 year old who’s not married. The right girl could have gotten me. I was able to see what happened to about 17 of my 20 closest friends in divorce court. Protect your male imperative.

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  • Great description of Western women. I m living the happier abroad lifestyle in SE Asia. Are u ever in this tropical part of the world?

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  • I’d like to thank all of the previous generations of women for making men great. Without making the men of the past compete with one another for the “privilege” of the access to a moist hole, men never would have become as intelligent, and creative as we are. Without the anglobitches of the past we’d most likely still be living in squalor without hardly any of our modern technology. So I’d like to thank them for the seemingly limitless will power, and utility that has been bred into me, combined with the free will to direct my life as I see fit are some of the greatest gifts a man could ever hope for.

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