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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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“When I Die, I Want to Remember How This Felt”


Scenic vistas like this abound, just off Highway 5

I was driving along yesterday on Highway 5, one of my favorite routes on the Samaná Peninsula and this thought came to mind.

“When I die, I want to remember how this felt.”

I was not only referencing the drive, flying down a winding country road on a motorcycle, through some of the most lush and scenic vistas this side of paradise with a cobalt blue sky, a nice sea breeze, and tropical sun shining down on me. And, a hot girl with perky tits pressed up against me, her firm thighs with sexy dark skin glistening in the sun as she rides along with me.

I want to remember the freedom I had. I want to remember the cornucopia of beautiful, cinnamon tanned and dark skinned women available to me. I want to remember the magnificent simplicity of life, including the fish meal I just ate. It consisted of a fish I picked out, grilled to perfection over a wood fire. Surely better than any corporate feedbag I’ve ever visited.

I want to remember the happiness spending over a year on this island in the Caribbean has brought into my life. My expat adventures have provoked feelings and emotions in me which I didn’t even know I had.

My mind, carefully conditioned by decades of edumacation system indoctrination, combing me for a life of pointless work that would benefit my paymasters far more than me, now ruined for life on the human farm.

What a thought for a man to have, only a few short years after often wishing he was dead as he shuffled papers and created scandals out of whole cloth for the dirty laundry business, a rat in a wheel making the wheels of the economy turn as money came in and money went out and he watched grey hairs slowly appearing in his scalp, and lines in his face getting clearer. Having a moment that he wants to remember even as he leaves this world. These are thoughts I never had in the “free country” I left behind.

Moments a man wants to immortalize.

I had just come from spending nearly a month in Southeast Asia, time which flew by all too quickly. It was a month I enjoyed immensely. But there’s just something about the Samaná Peninsula that cleanses this man’s soul.

I think it’s the simplicity of my life when I’m here. These are pleasures I never had in the States, as my focus was hijacked from a tender age and turned towards the agendas of those who would make their fortunes on my back and enjoy their pleasures profiting from the sweat off my brow.

Even if a moment like this doesn’t last forever, the memory will. I found true happiness once in my life.

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RF Life Coaching: Where to Expat Now That Brazil is Being Assimilated


The sun is setting on Brazil as Western cultural assimilation descends on the land, according to this eyewitness account

Thanks to our reader Henrique for his donation which sponsors this RF Life Coaching session on The New Modern Man. Have your own questions answered and help us spread The Truth About Women and the World by sponsoring an article on our blog or an RF Life Coaching session.

Henrique writes The New Modern Man:

I’m a regular reader and like to comment on your articles from time to time. Here’s my situation: I´m thinking about leaving Brazil to greener pastures and want to check if you can help me out with your advice.

A brief intro before the question: I’m Brazilian, 35 years old and have a government job which pays me the equivalent to U$35,000 after taxes (this is considered a good salary in Brazil). I live a minimalist and debt free, albeit independent, lifestyle on US $1,000 per month and save and invest the rest, so I’ve got about US $250,000 saved. I have reasonable good looks and keep myself fit. I’ll be able to work from my laptop in a few months time, so there’s a real possibility of living outside Brazil.

I’ve been thinking about leaving the country for a while because Brazil is also part of the same globalist political matrix the Anglosphere belongs to (i.e. feminism, Marxism, LGBT, anti-Christianity, anti-family etc), so when it comes to women we´re heading in pretty much the same situation the US is in presently.

The whole thing has really gotten worse since 2010, when Facebook and other social media platforms took off: women have become flooded with options so their quality has plummeted and they are getting pickier by the day, in other words it´s really hard to find, attract and secure a high quality girl even if you are a quality man. The new normal for women is to get married in their 30s (as is the case with my sister and female cousins) to some guy who is clearly in the submissive position in the relationship. I have 2 male cousins, both in their 30s. One of them is single and the other has turned gay a couple of years ago.

Even though there are exceptions here and there, most of my male friends in the 30-40 age range are single and having a hard time with women, and they aren’t losers.
Most of them are upper middle class, financially independent, fit and intelligent, and have at least moderate game. This is just to make it clear that I’m not the only one facing this problem. At least to me, it’s obvious that we’re facing the same cultural issues as the US and Europe because the globalist plan has been implemented in Brazil as well.

Let’s cut to the chase: what would you advise me to do? I think we have a similar taste in women, since I also like black and caramel chicks with an hourglass figure, big ass and thighs. I’m thinking of leaving Brazil and going to a country outside the globalist political matrix, where the culture is on my side.

Picture this: My ideal place would be somewhere where there are plenty of women who fit my type (curvy Latinas and black chicks with a big ass) where I’m a guy who’s sought after and respected by women and where I have the choice of either playing the field or starting a family (with a pretty young girl of good quality and morals) and being a patriarch.

The local culture would keep the women in check so that I could dedicate myself to pursuits higher than chasing pussy (believe me, as much as I like pussy, I also have interests of a higher nature that I would like to pursue) and where my money is more than enough and I’m legally protected from divorce rape (also common in Brazil). To sum it up, I need to find a place where it feels good to be a man.

The advice I’m seeking refers not only to location, because I also need a plan of action.

Thanks for your support Henrique, and for requesting a Life Coaching question.

This is a difficult question to answer as The Matrix is unfurling its tentacles worldwide. This “Westernization” of the world’s cultures – destroying true cultural diversity is proceeding at an alarming rate for anyone paying attention. In my recent travels to Asia and Latin America, I was disturbed at how ubiquitous Facebook and other social media are. And Henrique is exactly right, this is causing women to become pickier and even more impossible to satisfy.

I am truly bothered that Brazil has become culturally assimilated into the Borg collective, as this means my haven from Anglo-American insanity has been infiltrated at least on one front.

This means the best solution for a man is to find a place that hasn’t been quite so infested with the cultural rot of the West. This is still very doable, and I predict will be a viable plan of action for no longer than about 10 years. Immediately, SE Asia comes to mind as there are still plenty of girls from traditional backgrounds available. The ones who come to the city “fresh” from provinces like Isan behave in a strikingly different manner than other girls in Thailand.

But, our friend likes darker skin women. So, let’s look at two options.


Scenic Lake Victoria can be found hugging the border of this African country

Option 1

My thoughts immediately turn to Africa as modernization a.k.a Western-style Cultural Marxism has just begun to infiltrate the culture. There are a number of places that come to mind. First and foremost would be Kampala, Uganda, a city I’ve done quite a bit of research on. There’s a reason this will be my first foray into the Dark Continent later this year.

Check out this excerpt from Naughty Nomad on why I think Kampala has a lot of potential for our friend looking to flee Brazil:

Uganda kicks ass! Kampala is base camp and party central…

So far, so good. But here’s the kicker. An expat wants a place where he is welcome. There’s good news here, too:

Ugandans are considerably more friendly than the Kenyans next door. White water rafting and Lake Bunyonyi are an absolutely must. This place offers endless entertainment. If you’re a man that likes a hip to waist ratio to beat the band, you’re in the right place. They have tiny waists with big assets that would convert any man. They got it and they know how to use it. Bootylicous babes stalk the city and are keen to meet foreigners.

In short, it is my opinion that East Africa is wide open for the expat who likes chocolate.


The Dominican Republic is another appealing choice for the expat who enjoys caramel and chocolate ladies

Option 2

Much closer to his present home and still providing Henrique with the type of women he likes, is my own expat locale on the island of Hispaniola. Specifically, the Dominican Republic. Western cultural assimilation is proceeding at a glacial rate here.

Why? The island itself is still mostly rural, outside the largest city in the Caribbean which is of course, Santo Domingo. This means the cultural rot is infiltrating more slowly here than in other possible expat locales.

Also, women range from light caramel to dark chocolate in color and they absolutely love light skinned men.

The locals are friendly, picture postcard beaches are everywhere, there is a modern communications infrastructure, the cost of living is low, and Latinas are sure to win any man over with their femininity.

In addition, the small Caribbean nation features one of the most welcoming immigration systems in the Western world, and the economy has been growing at an incredible rate of 5% to 7% annually in the last few years. This makes it the fastest growing economy in the Western Hemisphere.


A plan of action before making the leap

Plan of Action

There’s some good news as Henrique prepares to make his move on one of these two options. He is good as gold to pursue this adventure because of the following reasons. Take note, those who want to get out of Anglo-America while the getting is still good. Henrique has:

  • A nice nest egg saved up ($250,000 which is worth 2x to 3x that amount abroad)
  • A mobile income (earned from his laptop)

This means his potential risk is relatively low, and his payoff is high. If all fails, he can come back to his previous government job in Brazil while his nest egg provides a safety net.

But how does he do it? My plan of action includes the following:

  • Take several trips to the location you’ve chosen to survey what’s on the ground. See if it’s a good fit for your culturally and otherwise. Watch every penny carefully on each trip, so as not to let women or other get into your wallet. Don’t be influenced to make bad decisions just because you are flush with cash.
  • Stay as long as possible on each trip. Minimum 2 weeks. Optimally a month or more.
  • Get outside the Westernized tourist traps as often as possible.
  • Make contacts with the locals and date as many women as possible to get a feel for how they behave.
  • Look around to see what types of places are available for rent and if this fits your budget. (My own research has yielded the fact $500 a month will get you a decent, comfotable life in most non-Western countries.)
  • Research Visa requirements. Specifically, Work Visa requirements. The tried and true English teaching abroad trope certainly is a possibility, just to get your foot in the door. In many nations, a “border run” will get you reset with customs officials every 30 to 90 days. Plan to travel to other nations as often as you need to (whether by ground or by air) while maintaining your “home base” in your country of choice. As a side note, I will add there are many Europeans who stay “illegally” in foreign countries abroad. While I don’t recommend it, penalties for overstaying in some nations are as little as $1,000 for overstaying up to 10 years. In the Dominican Republic, overstaying a year nets you a $100 fine customs officials laugh at in the airport as you leave.
  • Consult an immigration attorney to see what your options are for getting residency in your country of choice.
  • Grow, grow, grow your passive income as aggressively as possible before making the leap.
  • Once a decision has been made as to which location you will choose, make the leap.

Out of the two choices I elucidated above, the Dominican Republic has the most welcoming immigration policy. An investment in their economy can get you residency fairly quickly, and set you up to earn money as you start a business. However, Africa is wide open for development right now and getting your foot in the door in a friendly place on this continent could also pay dividends.

Stay tuned for a full report on Kampala later this year.

Personally, if I had Henrique’s quarter of a million I’d invest it in good growth stock mutual funds with long track records and live off what the principal earns. With even a modest 5% return annually he’d have double what he needs to live abroad. With a 10% return annually he could live a great quality of life. And with 20% returns (doable) he could live like a sultan in any of these two nations.

The mobile income (from the laptop) would just be gravy.

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5 Music Videos Showcasing the Libertine Latin Lifestyle


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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