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5 Music Videos Showcasing the Libertine Latin Lifestyle

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Imagine a place in the world where women like men instead of trying to humiliate them

Regular readers may know I have been in Thailand since the 1st of March, and that I will be descending on several other exotic locales this year. As wrap up a month spent in SE Asia chasing sexy girls, eating delicious Thai food, and relaxing on the beach my thoughts now turn to Latin America, a place I love so much.

I just spent what was the best year of my life in the Dominican Republic, and as I soon venture back across the pond from Asia I will be headed back down to the lush Samaná Peninsula before returning to The Anglo-American Matrix to finish up my remaining 4 months of work for the year in my big rig. (I now work 6 months a year to finance my goal of traveling and banging the world.)

As I book my plane ticket and prepare to descend on the Caribbean once again, these hits are never far from my mind. Here’s a sampling of some of my favorite music videos from that part of the world. These snapshots of the libertine Latin lifestyle aren’t just PR and fantasy – my life is pretty much like these videos when I’m there.

5. Plan B – Candy

In Latin America, women don’t mind dressing up like candy and prancing around in skimpy clothing to please a man. That’s exactly what we’re treated to in this Puerto Rican hit. Rather than rubbing their sexuality in a man’s face but not sharing any of it with him as is the case in many Western countries (clearly evident in today’s music videos), Latinas are always seen playing along and having a good time with men in music videos like Candy.

In short, they don’t pedestalize themselves.

What’s amazing to me is this wild, sexy world has been going on right under our noses, and yet very few people know about it. I only know about it because I took Spanish in college and my first job in the television news industry was in a bilingual market. Needless to say, seeing what was going on south of the border was my ticket to a completely new life.

Cotton candy panties…mmmm.

4. El Super Nuevo – Cuando Bebo

El Super Nuevo is a Dominican Dembow artist you’re sure to hear in almost every discoteca you visit on the island. This new hit features his harem of sexy Dominicanas in skimpy clothes getting drunk with him as he details “When I drink, I always get crazy and step in it…” Yeah, that details my life when I’m in the DR.

The video is filled with curvy ladies typical of the ones a PUA can find and hook up with virtually any night he goes out.

Just watching how these women act around a man compared to the way female artists in America rub their sexuality in men’s faces while telling them “put a ring on it” if you want to have it is enough to make a man fly away and never come back.

3. Pitbull Ft. Don Miguelo – Como Yo Le Doy

Como Yo Le Doy is oldie but goodie. Literally translated, the lyrics in the song mean “She loves how I give it to her.” There’s some English mixed in with the Spanish here, so even those who don’t know the lengua franca can follow the lyrics.

Once again, as is the case with many Dembow and Reggaeton hits we find the Cuban Pitbull and Dominican Don Miguelo surrounded by a harem of hot Latinas of almost every skin color. Again, for an attractive American guy who can sling some Spanish around and knows how to carry himself like a man this isn’t just a music video fantasy, it can easily be reality.

See why I am proud to call this place home and have a house here?

2. Secreto El Famoso Biberon – Mi Vida es Mia

In Anglo America, motorcycles are considered rolling death traps. Abroad, they’re daily transportation and a good time on the weekends, too boot.

This video from Dominican artist Secreto El Famoso Biberon showcases a typical weekend of motorcycle and dune buggy riding in one of the many lush locales on Hispaniola. Again, notice how the women act in this video. They are having fun with men rather than putting themselves up on a pedestal.

“I do what I want because my life is mine” is the hook in this enjoyable song. I’m so totally with that message, as I work to design an accessible lifestyle plan for other men to follow who want to see what the world buffet of women has to offer.

It’s easy to see in Mi Vida es Mia to there are a helluva lot of good times going on in the DR, and why it was so hard for me to break myself away from the island when I started going there 5 years ago. I could go anywhere in the world, but yet I chose to keep going to the DR. My passport book is full of DR stamps, I have a home there, and plan on starting a business here in the next few years. (P.S. The DR currently has the fastest growing economy in the Western Hemisphere.)

1. De La Ghetto, Arcangel, Ozuna, Anual Aa – La Ocasion

As this hit opens, we see a bunch of guys sitting around, smoking hookah, counting money, and smacking “mami” on the ass. Could you imagine the fire and brimstone that would result if a white guy came out with a music video like this back home? Why it would be seeeexist. Around the Caribbean, this is just another night out.

This is another video that will make you love Latin women, because beyond being beautiful and sexy, they’re accessible to the average man.

I also think a lady who is confident in her sexuality is much sexier than a lady who is embarrassed by her sexuality and tries to be like a man rather than embracing her femininity. Again, take your pick as there are sexy ladies of every skin color available in this video – and in reality.

Meanwhile, In Anglo America…

Contrast this with mainstream music in the States. A video representative of the YouGoGrrl matriarchy is “Dear Future Husband” in which plump tart Meghan Trainor, who apparently needs a personal trainer, makes astronomical expectations of the unfortunate Beta male slave who gets stuck with her and her food bill.

She brags “I never learned to cook” but she obviously learned to eat. Not surprisingly, she has nothing else to offer her “Future Husband” other than a laundry list of demands and what’s sure to be a future of her “getting bored” and ending the marriage with frivorce rape. This is the current state of women in the West.

Guess which kind of women I’d rather be around? I’ll take the chicks dressed up in cotton candy panties rather than the chick that looks like she ate all the cotton candy. And the machine.

Hopefully you enjoyed this little glance into what’s going on down in the Caribbean. I will add these videos revolve around the good time girls. If you want a wife, you can find that, too. But why get married and miss out on all the good times? Why not enjoy a decade or so of decadence and then focus on building your legacy? Especially when many men like us were so deprived of good times in our youth.

I must say learning Spanish was the best life move I ever made. A lot of people think all Latin countries are like Mexico, and I’m here to tell you that’s just not the case. I’ll add I’ve honestly been treated better by Latinos than I get treated by most Americans. Don’t let the media’s negative headlines about this area of the world confuse you.

There is a lot more going on down here than most people realize. Just don’t let too many people in on my little secret, I don’t want them to destroy this place.

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Juxtaposition: Why I Left America

Which place would you rather be in? A crumbling, sexless empire in which leftists have become Racial Bolshevists who regularly burn down cities and campuses to agitate thought criminals, or a tropical island that has literally become the fastest growing economy in the Western Hemisphere, where politics are seldom discussed, libertarian values are the norm and sex flows like water?

I’ll tell you which one I’d rather be in.

The fiery scene, was of course, the University of California at Berkeley as Commie leftists attempted to shut down the free speech of a gay man named Milo. The beautiful scene is from the North Coast of the Dominican Republic, a place I’ve called home for a year and a half now.

Nothing against Americans, by the way. It’s not you who are to blame, it’s the evil son of a bitches who run the corporate-government power structure in the nation. These people have no soul, they have no love for anything except quarterly profits and their own self-aggrandizement, and they’d sell their own mother for an extra nickel or bureaucratic appointment.

Today’s corporate-government mentality is reflected in The New Modern Man’s logo. There’s a deeper meaning to that logo than meets the eye:

The site logo is Artus Quellijn’s sculpture inside the Royal Palace of Amsterdam. It depicts Justice flanked by Death and Punishment triumphing over Greed and Envy, the gods of the merchants; the unrestrained pursuit of profit poses serious threats to the soul of a nation.

There’s nothing wrong with making profit, but when the money changers and power brokers sell out everything that makes life worth living in order to keep a consumption economy moving – turning women into men to double the labor force and tax base, destroying the family so the state can mold the next generation into mindless lackeys and consumers, cuckolding the masses of men with a gynocentric welfare state, etc. – you’ve got some serious problems.

Not to mention white people are conditioned to hate themselves, their culture, and their lives by social engineers who seem hell-bent on ethnic cleaning and genocide.

As an added bonus, there’s an ongoing total breakdown of civility as Racial Bolshevists attempt to repeat the horrors of Communism, this time in America. It can’t happen here? It is happening here. And it’s only going to get worse. The left will keep agitating until they provoke a violent reaction from the right. It’s happened before, and it will happen again.

A man has but one life to live, and there’s no reason he should spend it unhappy, being a laborer and sperm donor in a society that threw him overboard in the 1960s. Especially when that society is breaking down through no fault of his own.

With that, I’ll get back to my caipirinhas and feminine, chocolate ladies.

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I Still Cringe When I Hear an Anglobitch Near

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Someday soon, true cultural diversity will be destroyed by Anglo-American, feminist cultural imperialism

There’s nothing more rattling to expat nerves than hearing a loud, entitled Anglobitch nearby. For an instant, it’s as if everything I ran away from has somehow followed me, and found me on my island paradise. A flood of memories of half a lifetime of putting up with this abomination of humanity briefly surges through my memory before she is whisked off in whatever land barge she happens to be riding in.

In that voice I hear entitlement, vacuousness, and arrogance all in one. There’s also the faint echo of sexual imperialism in that voice, for she is the self-anointed queen and Anglo men just exist to power her lifestyle of exorbitance. We aren’t to be given any of the pussy pie except when we are useful to help her achieve some end, and then only do the legs briefly spread.

Thank God she’s gone.

Thankfully, visits from Anglobitches are rare on this part of the island, but there are times of the year in which there are a worrisome number of them that appear. The Anglobitch, a product of a female worshiping culture stands in stark contrast to the ladies of the Latin culture I’ve adopted as my new home.

They still have a modicum of humanity left in them. And sex flows like water around here, it hasn’t been commidified into an interaction men must sacrifice their lives and fortunes for. The liberation I’ve experienced, as wonderful as it has been, is but an echo of the wonder days when men didn’t put up with shit from entitled bitches.

One can only imagine what things were like in the heyday of traditional Amerindian cultures, such as the Tainos who inhabited this part of the Caribbean and the Aztecs who inhabited nearby Mexico. If anything, English scholar Rookh Kshatriya in his recent article Repression, Freedom and the Mexicatl One World: Aztec Thoughts on the Anglobitch Thesis shows how far the Western man has fallen when one compares and contrasts today’s America with the past glory of masculine cultures.

Aztec culture is gallant, manly and virile, without a trace of feminist misandry or female ‘appeasement’. This ‘masculine’ civilization flourishes because Aztec culture is entirely free of sexual repression. Consequently, women have no intrinsic status in ancient Mexico, beyond their social birth-class. This shows us that feminism does not – indeed, can not – exist in a truly liberated culture. When sex has scarcity value it becomes a sacrament bestowed by women on males, thereby creating a misandrist climate that permits both the rise of feminism and the marginalization of men.

Interestingly, echoes of this sexual paradise for men exist to this day in the Caribbean, but local women are adopting the Western Sickness more and more as tourism increases on the island.

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Sex isn’t a “sacrament” bestowed on lucky men by holier than thou women in many world cultures

A Life of Sexual Liberation – For Men This Time

A man can still live a life of sexual satisfaction – legally – in many parts of the world. Once a man has experienced this type of sexual liberation, a figurative butterfly’s wings have been touched and he will never be able to see a sexually repressed homeland the same way again. Oliver Wendell Holmes put it best:

A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.

In any case, Gary Jennings’ Aztec, which Kshatriya wrote the linked article about touches on what my life has been like since leaving the dry, dusty snatch of America behind.

Wherever Mixtli travels, fresh young women are available for his sexual entertainment. Every inn on the road has an adjoining whore-house, just as it has beds, drinks and breakfast. A lissom whore is always available, served up like a glass of wine or a hearty meal, an uncomplaining body for men to enjoy. Sickly Anglo repression is utterly absent from the Aztec world – and with it, misandrist feminism of the odious Anglo variety.

Indeed, the sexual bounty I’ve enjoyed since beginning my travels into Latin America – sexual conquests I get for free by the way – makes dealing with or even hearing a cackling Anglobitch an experience that makes me shudder. As an attractive man who is fluent in Spanish, with light hair and blue eyes, I can’t walk outside without being approached by quality women. This is an experience I never had in Anglo America, where I was totally ignored by women and had to compete viciously with other men for attention.

I had some measure of success living this way, if you can call that living, before deciding life was too short to be treated like that by Anglobitches.

On a recent flight over the Christmas holiday, I met a Mexican girl who was 7 months away from becoming a doctor. She was VERY into me, and even slept in my arms on our flight. I got her number but I already have such a thick black book I may never get around to meeting up with her. That simple human interchange is something I thirsted for, for decades back home.

I know the Anglobitch doesn’t like runaway slaves from the plantation. And sooner or later, she’ll have her way and infect this culture I love with her insanity and imperialism. I may not be able to change the future, but I can enjoy what’s available in a culturally diverse world before the coming New World Order monoculture destroys the islands of humanity that are left and turns everyone into consummate consumers.

There’s a troubling question that results from this experience and a glance at history. How in the hell did such a normal, natural part of life like sex become such a sacrament – a “blessing” bestowed on men by women in the minds of millions?

It’s a bizarre situation, really. Sex is everywhere in Anglo culture – on TV, in magazines, online, in the news, on the magazine stand, the topic of discussion and gossip – but Beta males can’t have any of it. Fuck that shit. I’m getting my share while the getting is good.

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Nearly 20 Times More Citizens Renouncing Citizenship Under Obama – But You Can Never Truly Leave

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You can find girls like this in Eastern Europe instead of the bloated, entitled land whales that pass for women in the USA

As the gynocentric USA continues shitting all over its men and the producers of its wealth with a giant, Ponzi scheme welfare system more people than ever are saying “Fuck this shit, I’m leaving.” We are witnessing men Going Galt on a scale never seen before.

There are as many as 8-10 million Americans living abroad now, a number that is growing by the year and some are going the extra mile and renouncing citizenship altogether. A proto-Communist regime under Obama has not been helping the matter. Forbes lays out the numbers:

Yet to put this into historical perspective, there are now 18 times as many renouncers as in 2008, with Americans renouncing citizenship up 560% from their Bush administration high.

The advent of the Internet and subsequent disintegration of the corporate-government narrative spewed by the Alphabet networks for half a century, in addition to Obamacare soaking the tax farm cattle (i.e. us) has helped accelerate the process of evacuating the Titanic by those with the prescience to realize what’s coming.

If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times in conversations with close friends and family: Everything the founders of this country ran away from in Europe – oppressive government, excessive taxation, rulers using citizens for their own purposes rather than the citizens living their own lives – has grown back, and grown back even worse than anyone could have ever imagined.

While the number of expatriates is in the millions, those who officially break off their relationship with The Matrix (the USA) is only a few thousand people each year. The only reason I haven’t broken off my relationship with the country is the fact it’s my bank. I use it only for economic reasons even though the parts of my life that are worth living are now offshore.

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Thought criminals that rebuke Freedom™ are tracked by the FBI and IRS even after they leave

You Can Never Leave

While fleeing is a ticket to a happier life for many, just know the USA has become the Eagles’ Hotel California as you can check out but you can never leave. Big Brother still follows those who don’t kiss the king’s ring and leave The Matrix. Here’s a creepy fucking fact:

Surprisingly, no one seems to know exactly how big the real number is, even though both the IRS and FBI track Americans who renounce.

Nothing says freedom like the fulfillment of Orwell’s worst nightmares.

It’s really no surprise to The New Modern Man why people are leaving, as we document the cesspool current Anglo society has become on a regular basis. But here’s Forbes’ reasoning:

Expatriations have historically been much lower than these figures. There is no single explanation for the increase, although some renouncers write why they gave up their U.S. citizenship. The reasons for renouncing can be family, tax and legal complications.

There is no family since Cultural Marxism and feminism, the serfs are buried with forced tax tributes, and the nation has morphed into Police State USA.

For those who officially renounce, there are of course fees and fines to escape the Land of the Free.

America charges $2,350 to hand in your passport, a fee that is more than twenty times the average of other high-income countries. The U.S. government has collected over $12.6 million in fees since the fall of 2014, after hiking its fee to renounce citizenship by 422%.

The bastion of freedom wants its cut of your money a second time even after you’ve already paid taxes on it, and is only one of two nations in the world – along with Eritrea – that charge its citizens income taxes on money earned while living abroad. It tracks every financial move its tax farm cattle make once they’ve fled the plantation and even after they’ve officially severed relations.

FATCA has been painstakingly implemented worldwide by President Obama’s Treasury Department. It now spans the globe with an unparalleled network of reporting. America requires foreign banks and governments to hand over secret bank data about depositors. Non-U.S. banks and financial institutions around the world must reveal American account details or risk big penalties.

On a personal note, I haven’t officially renounced but my heart is no longer of the USA. Perhaps that’s what really matters. Everything else is just formalities, bureaucracy and paperwork.

I feel betrayed in many ways by my nation. It took our families away and called it progress. It is working to criminalize heterosexuality and regularly jails and villainizes “Johns” for trying to get laid. It takes half of our money and gives it to people who contribute nothing to society except consumption. The litany goes on and on.

Creedence Clearwater put it this way in the 1970s.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask them, “How much should we give?”
Ooh, they only answer More! More! More! yoh

More! More! More! is the battle cry as the producers of society are hung out to try to support a bloated, corrupt, and male-hating empire. It’s comforting to know I’m in good company when it comes to pulling the plug on this house of cards and doing what’s best for me. The numbers don’t lie, men are checking out of the insane asylum in droves.

The choice for the awakened man amounts to Enjoying the Decline a la Aaron Clarey, or leaving altogether for a better life somewhere the human spirit hasn’t been sold out for quarterly profits and the next fix of female-driven materialism and consumption.

Can Trump stem the tide when it comes to the nation bleeding off its best and brightest in exchange for state-dependent serfs? I doubt it. The pile of shit is just too high. But it will be interesting to watch the next four years.

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5 Things I’ve Learned From My First Year Abroad

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Some of the most beautiful beaches in the world are right here on Hispaniola

It seems like it was just yesterday I was running off the plantation in search of a life in a beautiful, sunny, libertine paradise.

Already, I’m just about to cap off my first full year of living abroad. I selected the Caribbean for my first experiment in living abroad for several reasons. First, it’s close to home, being only a two hour flight away from the U.S. Second, it’s Latin America so it’s still wild and free and I speaky the Spanish. Third, the women here are hot as hell and insatiable. Fourth, it’s warm and sunny with an average high of 85 degrees year round. And fifth, the island of Hispaniola has some of the most beautiful beaches in the world.

What are my conclusions after living here for a year? Am I homesick? Hell no. Am I happy? Absolutely. This without a doubt has been the best experience of my life so far. I’ve done more living and living on the edge in the past year than the previous thirty some odd years of my life before.

I have also been living on a fraction of the cost of my former corporate drone lifestyle. In all honesty, $500 covers housing, food, electric, and Internet, the basics. I will have to admit my partying budget for booze and other recreational consumables has soared. Here are five conclusions I came up with on the motorcycle ride back to my house from a hot girl’s apartment this morning.

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Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes. -Ghandi

1. I don’t want to come back to America.

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Morenas (dark skin Latinas) abound on Hispaniola

I look at Anglo America as a figurative prison of sorts. The entire society is geared towards nothing but consumption for consumption’s sake, and creating problems with people’s lives to create profit. When I think of my future I always see myself either being here on an island or in any number of exotic locations. (Some more adventures in Southeast Asia are definitely on the agenda). The worst nightmare I have is going back to the lifestyle of working 50-60 hours a week to keep up a bunch of deadbeat bums and illegal aliens with my tax dollars and the sweat off my brow.

2. I have gotten used to true freedom.

I can do just about anything here. Literally, I have never felt this kind of freedom before. There are no checkpoints busting people for DUIs on Saturday night. The police by and large leave people alone. Many small infractions can be taken care of with a $20 bill. Quite simply, this island is a Libertarian’s paradise as almost nothing is illegal and those things that are illegal are loosely enforced. You have to be quite an asshole to win up in trouble with the law here.

I imagine the intent of the Founding Fathers was something like I enjoy here: freedom to do just about anything you want within reason. Where did this ideal get lost and a micromanaging nanny state become the norm? It’s totally insane and upside down.

3. I feel more masculine than ever.

Almost nothing scares me anymore. I don’t go around watching what I say or how I say it like I did when I worked in the news industry. I drive a motorcycle as transportation daily, as does most of the rest of the population. A man either sinks or swims here pretty quickly.

In contrast to rabid feminism, women expect me to tell them what to do. I was having a conversation with a neighbor just yesterday and she commented that she expects her husband to be “the man of the house.” Why the West felt the need to reinvent the wheel, changing a cultural and familial practice that has worked for thousands of generations is a mystery. Under men leading the family the human species has prospered. It was the blunder of all time to abandon this model, and women as well as men are happier when feminist boilerplate is not adhered to.

By the same token, I realize that I must be able to stand up for myself and carry myself like a man. A weakling will get taken advantage of in this environment. You can’t be a bitch here. If you are strong inside and outside you will get respect. If you aren’t, you will get fucked.

4. I have more women than I can handle.

I go through several women a week. It’s amazing to compare and contrast this experience with the experience of putting in so much effort for so little return back in Anglo America. A libertine culture is a wonderful thing in my opinion. Threesomes, all but unattainable back home are easy to come by here if you have the right connections and the reputation of being a bad boy.

I realize a lot of my success is due to not only game but hypergamous female instinct. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it is my motto.

I have had so much success with women I can’t drive through town on my bike without some girl I’ve banged shouting at me or waving at me. It’s really incredible having this much access to twenty-something flesh, and a reminder that contrary to what we are told sex will often cure what ails ya. A man can even have so much sex he occasionally gets burned out on it. But too much is better than ain’t enough. Maybe Americans are angry and hateful online because they aren’t getting laid on the regular in a sexually repressed culture? The thought has crossed my mind.

5. I realize what it means to feel alive.

I have never felt more alive in my life. Whether it be playing pool and dancing with one hot girl while another hottie you’ve been banging walks in and both of you have to hide your feelings for each other, or learning how to have a backbone when conducting negotiations for housing or buying things (everything is negotiable here), this corner of the world has a way of bringing out the best in a man.

That’s what makes Latin America great to me. A man is still expected to be a man and can be a man. The rewards for a strong-willed man can be almost limitless. This can be summed up in two general themes: Possibilities and experiences. A man is not alive if he only exists to create profit for other people and has no life outside his job and career.  One of my idols, Charles Bukowski, said it best:

How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 8:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?

A man is alive if he wakes up everyday wondering which avenue of possibility he will pursue that day and what exciting experiences (and stories a man will carry to the grave) those possibilities will bring. The great Burgess Meredith flawlessly explains this concept in Grumpier Old Men:

Well, let me tell you something, Johnny. The first 90 years, or so go by pretty fast. Then one day you wake up and you realize that you’re not 81 anymore. You begin to count the minutes rather than the days and you realize that pretty soon you’ll be gone. And that all you have, see, is the experiences. That’s all there is. Everything! The experiences! You mount the woman, son. Or else…send her out to me.

Indeed, experiences, not things. That’s where it’s at.

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…all you have, see, is the experiences. That’s all there is. Everything! The experiences!

Is Living Abroad is Right for You?

What do men do when their government turns into a tyranny and their women become repellent? They either look for greener pastures or overthrow such a system, or both. The critical mass has not yet been reached to overthrow the current tyranny. In the meantime, the man looking for adventure will surely find some, and in many cases it may be closer than you think. There’s a whole other world burning just south of Anglo America.

My advice for those who want to pursue this avenue of personal fulfillment: Get out of debt, stay out of debt, limit interactions with women to fun and games, become a minimalist, and dive in. You won’t miss the mall, McDonald’s and loud, obnoxious women as much as you might think.

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