Category Archives: Happier Abroad

This is the Latin America I Love

Check out this fun music video about getting high on the weekend. You’re liable to see a scene just like this on any random street in parts of Latin America on Saturday night. Or any other night of the week. The great thing about this video by Dominican artist Mozart La Para is that it’s not fake.

Notice what you see that you won’t see in Anglo America. Women who are happy and smiling and not acting superior to men. Everybody getting along. Camaraderie. No social climbing or comparing clothes or plotting to climb the corporate pyramid or careerism. Young people (under age 21 in some cases since the legal drinking age is 18 in saner nations) tossing around bottles of champagne. An electric party scene. Guys clowning around. Thin, pretty women with sweet attitudes. Living for the moment. No YouGoGrrls or feminist posturing.

This is a culture that still functions.

Are people poor in Latin America? Hell yes, some are very poor. But it isn’t the scary, sinister, miserable place Anglo media makes it out to be. Oh, and if you haven’t noticed, most Americans are just getting by, there are poor neighborhoods aplenty in every city and every state in this “rich” country, the middle class is being squeezed out of existence, and almost no American’s life matches the glossy image Hollywood broadcasts to the world in which a $100,000 a year income and plenty of leisure time is the “norm.”

The reality is most Americans work long hours and barely get by. So compare the fantasy of what America is to the reality, and you’ll see quite a different picture from the one you see on TV or in a movie. (Are you paying attention, potential immigrants? You’re being sold a false bill of goods!)

This video summarizes so much of what I love about Latin America and why I break my back saving 95% of my income from trucking in America to take abroad with me. Once you’ve been enveloped in the warmth, functionality, and normalcy of an Old World culture, The New World Order Anglo-American Matrix starts to look like a pile of shit by comparison.

I can’t wait to go home. Videos like this keep me motivated and my eye on the ball of what I’m working for.

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Realizing You Have Nothing in America


Thoughts on the bleakness of modern America, as seen through expat eyes

What a bleak realization for a man to have, that there’s literally nothing left for him except endless, pointless labor in the New America. It is such a bleak and depressing place for the man who possesses expat eyes, knowing things don’t have to be this way. If only immigrants knew what they were really getting themselves into when they chase the stucco, hollow fantasies American media puts in their minds.

Everything has been ruined by a pervasive, sellout culture. First and foremost to the man with functioning testes and a healthy libido, women have been destroyed and sold out. Sure, a keen-minded man can find a woman to enjoy some sex with. But that’s all she’s good for, because feminism has ruined her for anything else besides slavishly serving The Man at the corporation, blindly chasing that carrot like the ass she is.

Oh, and better be damn careful, because if he knocks the bitch up that’s a nearly 20-year sentence of hard labor on the corporate plantation once she cashes him in at the child support lottery office. Not to mention, odds are she’ll be fat, have a dreadful attitude, and he’ll have to wait in line with 10 other men to see which one is awarded the tryst.

He can chase The American Dream of home ownership, but the truth is he’ll never really own that home. He’ll be renting it from the government with ever-higher property taxes and vivisecting regulation of what he does in and outside of his home by homeowners’ associations. The interest alone will steal most of the fruit of his labor right out of his hands. He can try to amass a fortune, but the truth is 50 to 70 hour weeks for crappy salaries are the new norm. If he’s straight and even worse, white, he’ll be vilified by Human Resources and last in line for promotion. So, home ownership and those “jobs” Americans worship have also been sold out.

To do any better than just getting by he’ll be forced into figurative Hunger Games with other employees, trying to outpace each other to see who can win raises, at jobs where “sudden death” comes in the form of being fired, laid off, or left in a dead-end position. In all likelihood, he’ll end up a used, wrinkled man looking back on an entire lifetime of labor with little to show for it other than a home and some material possessions that don’t really bring him happiness.

Children? Aborted or state-owned. Food? Genetically modified. The media? Full of nonstop propaganda. Politicians? Liars and thieves. Education? Indoctrination, and not enlightenment. Medicine? Endless pills and no cures. Culture? Ersatz and appealing to the lowest common denominator. Time? Every activity is already preplanned and controlled. Conversation? Competitive and limited by political correctness. Freedom? Reduced to sloganeering. Hope? Didn’t you learn anything from 2008.

What is there, except the choice to spin like a rat in the wheel?

The exposure of hopeful narratives in modern American culture as frauds has been touched on in literature in the past, even in the supposed “good old days.” Perhaps these lines from Nathaniel West’s The Day of the Locust sum up the situation in modern America best.

They realize that they’ve been tricked and burn with resentment. They have been cheated and betrayed. They have slaved and saved for nothing.

That literary reference is for those of us who are wise to the game. Mention these themes to your typical, plump, clueless ‘Murican and watch them perform the most amazing mental gymnastics to defend the very people and system that enslave them, as an angry vein pops out in their forehead. “At least we’re not like those other countries!” What buffoons. They’ve obviously never been off their plantation for very long, or lack the imagination to see outside the myopic doxy their masters have placed in front of their eyes like blinders.

Intrinsically fulfilling aspects of life have been purposely divorced from this culture. All that’s left is extrinsic consumption, trying to buy one’s way to happiness.

The bleak feeling of having nothing is what this man feels after he’s been back inside The Matrix for a while. And the feeling of utter desperation to get back out of this hellish paradigm as quickly as possible. He must not get sucked back into the throes of this system again. Everything he ran away from is now refreshed in his mind, and the terror of being saddled with debt slavery again, forced to toil anew motivates him to run like a gazelle, away from the predators in corporations and government who would consume his life again.

It’s time to leave. And soon. The expat’s sanity demands it.

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The Only Way to Win is Not to Play


Why play a game in which the house always wins?

The MGTOWs are fond of the sage wisdom that states the only way to win is not to play. This good advice for the modern man, as The Anglo-American Matrix is designed to consume him from the time he’s old enough to carry a bookbag and begin his indoctrination in the edumacation system.

By the time he’s an old man, the meat grinder most often leaves him a bitter husk of a human being, as the cost of being society’s and women’s utility repeatedly kicks him in the shins and gives him one figurative anal raping after another.

Just as touching a hot stove teaches a child to stop playing with fire, getting burned by enough times eventually teaches men to stop playing along with women and the system that gives women their power. Without the system, both women and the political parasites who buy their support with John Q. Public’s tax money won’t be able to extort men any longer.

Let’s examine how this system exploits the average man.

It tells men to follow the rules, while only rule breakers win. It tells men to get an education, then saddles them with an average of $30,000 in non-bankruptable debt, effectively turning them into debt slaves.

It tells them to get married, then sets up the rules so women can walk out anytime they want with frivorce court lottery winnings which leave men both financially and emotionally devastated. It tells men to save for retirement, when we all know job security for what the elite call the “precariat” class – i.e. you and me – has disappeared like a fart in the wind as have any hopes of having a portfolio that will cover a man’s Golden Years.

(As an aside, precariat is an important term to remember, as the modern economy is designed to make men members of this new class. Precariat means a social class formed by people suffering from precarity, which is a condition of existence without predictability or security, affecting material or psychological welfare. It is a moniker globalists know well.)

The list goes on and on.

Since the life plan foisted upon men in modern times is a marvel of H. Sapiens’ innate talents of Machiavellian Intelligence, it is naturally corrupt from top to bottom and only the unawakened and fools play the game. The people who profit most are the most talented deceivers. Those who do the labor get to subsist on crumbs, while the wealth they produce is shifted up the pyramid and super-concentrated in the hands of a few ultra rich families and corporations. The irony is men’s own productivity is thereby used to further oppress them.

This is not free market capitalism by any means. The modern day alliance between corporations and the government is creating de facto Communism, as TNMM has pointed out before.


To win, fold and start your own poker game

Walking Away from the Table

Yours truly played the games for 35 years. No more. The second half of my life is mine, and I will protect my freedom and autonomy at any cost.

I’m not alone.

The encouraging news is men don’t even have to discover any of the counter cultural messaging in our burgeoning manosphere communities to do exactly what we’re doing – refusing to play along with a system designed to exploit our labor and productivity for the benefit of the elite and idle, thankless women who destroy the environment almost as efficiently as they destroy men’s lives. This is underscored by the fact Anglo females are responsible for 80% of the eco-destructive materialism in the economy.

Additionally, Anglo women consume far more in public largesse than they pay in during the course of their lives.

Therefore, there is enormous power in living on less and cutting ties with the system. If one million men realized the only way to win is not to play it would make an impact. If ten million realized the only way to win is not to play we might get noticed by the power structure and see the media descend upon us to do their infamous hit pieces and character assassinations. If tens of millions realized the only way to win is not to play, and followed through on that wisdom the system would be powerless to stop us.

The beauty of this message is we don’t have to preach the evangel, as men are awakening on their own. They will find their own way out, we don’t have to find them.

Now, the only game I play is one designed to make me the winner. I work half the year to avoid paying into a system that exploits me. That fact also makes it possible for me to avoid paying on predatory student loans until they’re “forgiven” in another decade. (I already paid on them a decade for an education which my last employer told me was now worthless. If the system wants to get down and dirty with its workers, we need to return the favor. I’m not doing anything immoral or illegal – I’m playing by the system’s own dumbass rules.) I refuse to give an Anglobitch the frivorce lottery winnings and child support annuity she craves as I will have children abroad, in a society that doesn’t culturally and legally encourage females to exploit males for financial gain.

In other words, I learned a lot from the system and exploitation the first half of my life. Taking a page from the American female’s own playbook – the second half of my life is ALL ABOUT ME. Every man that realizes this for himself can free himself from bondage.

Stop playing a game in which the table is tilted, the cards are counted, and the house always wins. Creat a new game using your own House Rules.

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Stories from the Road: Back from Playa del Carmen, Mexico


Another escape from hell to paradise

After taking a week long sojourn in Mexico to cleanse myself of the cultural toxicity of America, I’m back.

Luckily, I can request time off anywhere in the U.S. my trucking company does business, so naturally I request time off on the border every 3 weeks to escape the mean-faced, Cloroxed hair women and the spiritual emptiness of a nation that worships the shopping mall and the slow death of bad, ersatz food.

Here’s how it went.

I arrived at the international bridge around 10:00 p.m. after dropping my last load. I decided to walk across into a border city tormented by ongoing battles between Prohibitionist Mexican police and drug cartels. (Prohibition never works, it just leads to violence.) After having my sanity questioned by everyone who knew I was a white boy walking alone into Mexico, I can tell you I had absolutely no problems other than having to dick around with cab drivers who wanted to rip me off. You gotta be a man in Mexico. You can’t be a bitch. Weakness will be pounced on. Just so you know.

I immediately made my way down to the zona de tolerancia to search out some $40-$50 legal whores. Oh yes, renting sex isn’t illegal in Mexico.

The brothel inside the zona was dead, no chicas in sight, but there were still a few working girls in the cuartos or rooms around the compound. I ended up banging a 30ish chick from the capital of Mexico City and remember thinking as we finished up, “Holy fuck, this $40 prostitute just treated me better and made me feel like more of a man than any of the American women I spent large sums of money on dating when I still tried to be the Beta nice guy.”

She was light skinned, could have passed for white, and treated me with utmost respect. I remember thinking as we put our clothes back on that I come here to the zonas from time to time to experience women treating me like a human being and not a utility object, not just for the sex. (Which is hit and miss in terms of quality.)

Anyway, after that it was on to coastal Mexico.

Wisely avoiding the tourist areas, I ended up in Playa del Carmen. Initially disappointed by the Eurotrash and Americanized clubs and shops, I decided to take a walk to the bad part of town. Ended up having an awesome time with a couple of chicas.

And then, it happened.

I met a Mexican girl, about my age, who pressed all the right buttons. She reminded me of the first Latina I ever dated way back at the tender age of 24. The rest of my trip was magical. Transcendent, even. I remember why having the Latina experience changed the course of my entire life and I’m still chasing adventures in Latin America over a decade later.


Latinas are the antithesis of manly Anglo women, but only in their home culture

This chick was hot. I mean really hot. Beautiful face, flowing dark hair, sumptuous curves, full booty, perky tits, luscious lips, and haunting eyes. She was so charming and treated me so well I was in a trance. I spent maybe $100 on the both of us for food and dancing the ENTIRE WEEK. Obviously, she was not after my money. Nor a green card. No, this was a real woman. She was everything I ran away from Anglo America to find.

A couple of times I fought back tears at the rush of emotion and happiness, having been starved of tender, female affection like this back home.

She would nibble on my ear and we would make out in public like teenagers. She would lay in my lap at the park. She would grab my hand as we walked around town and focus her attention on me. She cooked for me. She talked to me like she was interested in what I had to say.

Of course, the sex was incredible. It was real. More than just physical, it was emotional. There’s just nothing like the experience of a real, Old World woman. It can be a life changing experience, realizing there are places where women treat you like a man and not a dog. This is a big reason I travel.

But, my Savage Pilgrimages are about much more than empty sex and good times. I travel to have beautiful experiences like these in my life, in which I get to feel what it’s like to be with a woman who knows how to treat me like a man, rather than biding my time with a chick trying to be a man herself, like Anglobitches.

I am still high on this experience, walking around with a spring in my step and stars in my eyes as I wander back in to a nation of hateful, spiritually dead materialists. The memories and the happy daze make the transition back to living the life of a monk easier while I work and save for 6 months of living abroad. Memories like these motivate me. There are places where women aren’t taught to hate men.

While everyone else snarls their nose when someone mentions Mexico, I know the truth. This is a place where a man can still be a man and live a full life, one denied him by a gynocentric death cult.

All you gotta do is speak the language.

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MGTOW Grows: Marriage Rates Continue Steep Decline


Marriage rates are tumbling among adults under age 35

Marriage rates are in steep decline as men go MGTOW and otherwise avoid selling themselves out for subpar women.

After all, what mind in his right mind would sign up for marriage to an Anglobitch? Especially considering high divorce rates, plus the added threats brought on by a man-hating court system and the danger of losing everything for implied (but not guaranteed) use of a depreciating, moist piece of anatomy.

Nature’s magic credit card, in other words, which today’s women are already over their credit limits on isn’t quite the honey trap it used to be for luring men into The Marriage Trap.

Whether it’s MGTOWs or et cetera, men are avoiding marriage at ever increasing rates. Bloomberg, after seeing new statistics revealing the decline in matrimony recently reported Young Americans Are Killing Marriage. That headline is incorrect. Women and feminism killed marriage. It’s nothing but a legal, financial, and social albatross for the modern man. Here are some stats revealing the steep decline in marriage over the last generation and a half. From Bloomberg:

In 1980, two-thirds of 25- to 34-year-olds were already married. One in eight had already been married and divorced. In 2015, just two in five millennials were married, and only 7% had been divorced.

In other words, marriage rates for young adults have tumbled from 66% to 40% in that time period. There is some good news here: fewer men are being subjected to frivorces now than in the past. Divorce rates have fallen from 12% to 7% in that same time period, which means men are getting smarter about who they are choosing to legally tie themselves to.

Here’s why the blame for the decline of marriage can be laid directly at the feet of Anglobitches. There are some interesting statistics that show the themes we discuss on men’s blogs have validity, and aren’t just polemics designed to attack Anglo women. They deserve every bit of ire we send their way.


Want a marriage that will last? Go to Asia or elsewhere abroad as statistics prove foreign women are superior life partners

Marriages to Foreign Women Last

Many American men are choosing to make investments in foreign brides. The U.S. Census Bureau reveals a foreign bride is a much safer bet than an Anglobitch, as interpreted on City Data:

The divorce rate for American men who marry American women: 57%. But since the figures from several states (including California) are excluded, the true national divorce rate is likely closer to 65%. The divorce rate in California is over 70%. The divorce rate for American men who marry foreign women: approximately 20%.

Put more simply:

You can marry an American woman and have a close to two-thirds (66%) chance of getting divorced, or you can marry a foreign woman and have at least a 75% chance of success.

So, it turns out all us guys in the manosphere aren’t just ranting and raving. Anglobitches really are terrible women.

In addition, as the noose of the corporate-government complex tightens around the necks of those in The Matrix, more young people are working more today than their parents did. This is due, in part, to Anglo women deciding to become common laborers rather than moms and housewives.

But, nobody can say young people aren’t working as hard as their parents did.

There’s also no sign that young people today are lazier than three decades ago. In 1980, 74 percent of baby boomers reported that they had worked in the past week, the Census data show. In 2015, slightly more millennials, 77 percent, said they’d been to work in the past week.

In spite of the fact more Americans are working, they’re obviously taking home less as many are forced to forgo purchasing their own homes or renting their own places.

The chance that Americans in their late twenties and early thirties live with parents or grandparents has more than doubled. In 1980, just 9 percent of 25- to 34-year-olds were doing so. In 2015, 22 percent lived with parents or grandparents.

It should be noted marriage rates were designed to tumble as a wedge was driven between the sexes by 50 years of leftism and Cultural Marxism. This has made women and men compete with each other for scraps off the corporate table rather than cooperating with each other to produce families and legacies beyond those of empty materialistic consumption.

As has been pointed out previously by TNMM, the ultimate irony of feminism is it has made women worthless for men when it comes to just about anything but sex. Feminism literally turned women into nothing but sex objects, since they bring nothing else of value to the table!

And now, men have to go abroad to find a decent spouse.

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