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The 2017 Relampago America and World Tour

What could be better for the ZFG awakened man than a year of travel, exploration, and debauchery? Since I defected from the gutless mainstream media, I’ve decided to let it all hang out. This year, I plan on saying “Fuck the world” with a couple of different meanings behind the phrase.

Living in the Caribbean as an expat and dissident fleeing Cultural Marxism and a growing tyranny in America was only the beginning. My latest adventures have taken me to Las Vegas and Seattle as I pump and dump America participating in the economy as the equivalent of a migrant worker, saving up enough money to travel the world the second half of this year.

I’m spending the first half of 2017 driving all across America, visiting everything from brothels to strip clubs to SWPL coffee shops and city parks along the way. Already, I’ve reported first hand from the field on such eclectic topics as:

The second half of the year, my tentative schedule takes me to:

  • Thailand, Laos and Cambodia
  • Uganda
  • Colombia
  • Back to the Caribbean

That will be a total of 4 continents this year: Asia, Africa, South America, and North America. And I’m just getting warmed up. Expect to see photos from my adventures (there’s a new Relampago Furioso Flickr account created just for the occasion) and of course interesting stories.

It’s an adventure I’ve dubbed the 2017 Relampago America and World Tour. If you want to help contribute to making my journey even better, I’ve opened up a Patreon account where I hope to raise about $250 monthly to help cover expenses. I am self-financing most of the journey, and may be the only Emmy-award winning newscaster who holds a valid Class A Commercial Driver’s License (license to drive a big rig) in America. More on that angle soon.

As always, your comments and support are appreciated. It doesn’t take much for a man to live on, and a man who is free of the Anglobitch has the ability to live a world-wandering, sexually fulfilled, awesome life.

Come along for the journey right here at TNMM. Hopefully it will inspire other men to walk off the plantation.

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Rel’s Strip Club List: Kittens | Seattle, WA

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There are plenty of black girls looking to have a good time at Kittens

Kittens | Seattle, WA
Relampago’s Rating: Star16Star16Star16Star16StarBW16

Regular readers may already know I typically avoid interaction with dull American women unless it’s at a club where they’ve already taken off all their clothes or at a brothel in Nevada. They’re really uninteresting, self-absorbed, entitled little things in every city I go to where “normal” people hang out. So, when in The Anglo-American Matrix I bypass the freakish social scene and go straight for the red (or is it pink?) meat.

I found myself in Seattle recently and the locals recommended Kittens for a trashy good time. I must say, I was pleasantly surprised at how much fun there was to be had in such a SWPL city. Almost as surprised as I was that Seattle was sunny when I went and not the rainy, moldy city it’s marketed as. (After looking at climate data showing the city is quite dry several months out of the year, I knew the media had misrepresented facts again. But that’s a story for another time…)

Even though the state of Washington does not allow alcohol in strip clubs, I must say Kittens in Seattle is a place where there are some good times to be had. And, there’s a bar right next door if you want to go get your buzz on before coming in. I decided to throw back some Tennessee Honey with a sexy girl after hanging out in Kittens watching buck naked women prance around on stage for a few hours. I had enjoy watching my new friend get naked multiple times on stage, showing me her luscious little black ass.

Don’t let media stereotypes fool you, because this chick was quite intelligent and interesting to talk to, even though some men would dismiss her offhand because she had several tattoos. But I can tell you from experience black girls are always going to be more fun than white girls at strip clubs. Trust me.

In my case, using just a little charm, attractive sartorial choices, and Game I was able to have some drinks with this sexy little hood girl right after her shift, and we ended up going back to her place. She was a delight to hang out with both at the club and after hours. (By the way, I never pay for play in strip clubs, and neither should you. Just Game these girls hard and once you find one who’s interested in you, close the deal!)

I had a great time with this girl, and I think several other girls would also have been good options for a guy looking to have some fun and get to know some new party girls.

There was a decent selection of women to choose from on the night I went. There was about a 50/50 mixture of black and white girls in Kittens. A couple of the white girls seemed a little more lively than the norm in the club, but as usual the black girls were where the fun was at. One of the highlights of the evening was a bootylicious girl with a sexy accent from Kampala, a city I hope to descend on later this year. She was interesting to talk to but hustled for dances like a white chick.

Oddly, two of the strippers at this all nude club had butt plugs. I couldn’t figure that out, as when I asked them why they put them in they told me it was because the men like them. Hmm. I told her I didn’t much care for it.

The overall atmosphere in Kittens is not bad, but it certainly isn’t as lively and classy as Deja Vu in Spokane. But, the strippers are a lot more fun at Kittens than Deja Vu. When in doubt, I go for fun over class any day.

Kittens gets a recommendation since I think it would be pretty easy for an attractive, well-dressed guy to use a little PUA here to ease the pain of a lonely evening. It’s certainly a much better idea than using a dating app or trying to use day Game in the Seattle area.

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5 Ways Anglo Women Have Turned Themselves into Sex Objects

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Anglo women complain about being seen as sex objects even though their selfish lifestyles mean they have no other commodity to offer a man other than a flat behind and well-used anatomy

The more globe hopping I do and the more time I spend in different parts of the world, the worse I feel for my American brethren, and the more I know it wasn’t me who was to blame for the fiasco that was my dating life until I deserted the Anglobitch once and for all. American women are truly the worst in the entire world, and I can now say that with reassurance and confidence after spending some more time in the States. This isn’t just hyperbole from the manosphere. This disturbing realization is palpable every time I come back to The Anglo-American Matrix.

Those who read my material may already know I reside in the Caribbean, but I recently embarked on an extended road trip from coast to coast across the United States (and incidentally, will be hitting four continents this year while writing about my journeys). Sometimes you just have to spend time with buddies and I wanted to challenge myself to see if American women really are that bad, as I had been away from them for a while. Give them a second chance and all that jive.

Was that ever a horrible idea.

The most interesting part of my trip was my visit to the infamous Moonlite Bunny Ranch, a legal whorehouse in Nevada. I came to the conclusion there needs to be a whorehouse like this one in every town in America, for feminism and women’s instincts unleashed by liberalism have made them absolutely worthless for anything else except casual sex.

Maybe I’m spoiled by living in Latin America, but I just refuse to deal with American women for very long, refuse to put up with their nonsense, and refuse to put up with their bitching – even those who show interest in me. I’ll hit it and quit it, but that’s as far as it will go.

It didn’t take long before I was aching to leave the dry and dusty snatch of America once again. Here’s what I saw.

Obesity. Lord almighty at the obesity. People have transformed themselves into consumption machines, and a recreational eating obsession is taking its toll on American women. They’re the most piggish women on the planet.

Bad manners. Talking to women in bars or worse, online, has become an exercise in futility and sadism directed towards oneself. It was PAINFUL to try and carry on a conversation with a girl in America.

Trashy appearance. Chalk it up to slut worship as the media tells women how to dress and act, but it would seem at some point we could have a national conversation explaining to women being covered in tattoos with blue hair and an unhygienic countenance isn’t desirable.

And these are only appetizers for the all you can eat buffet of disgust!

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With literally nothing else to offer to a man, American women have become self-made sex objects

Self-Made Sex Objects

With nothing to offer men but sex, the truth is modern American women have become self-made sex objects. They’ve done it to themselves! Let’s delve into the cost-benefit analysis and return on investment for today’s Anglobitch.

  • Cost: Astronomical. Whether it be damaged goods working girls with badly painted on eyebrows asking for up to $1,000 an hour in many cities (that was the quote I got from two hoes in Vegas who stopped me to talk in Caesar’s Palace) to women who won’t settle for anything less than the Barbie Fun House and a quarter of a million frivorce settlement, expected male investment in even Plain Jane women is sky high.
  • Benefit: Are you kidding me? Other than a vagina that’s been around the block more times than the UPS man, there’s literally nothing American women have to offer a man other than sex. What are they good for? Companionship? Fuck no. Good life partners? Fuck no again. Good mothers? Nope. Entertaining to be around? No. Good conversationalists? Only if you like endless stories about careerism and vacuous banter. Sweet natured? About as sweet as vinegar. Their loyalty? Please, stop already.
  • Return on Investment: Negative numbers here, as men pay through the nose for a substandard product.

Here are 5 more points that help prove American women, by stripping themselves of anything of value to a man other than their anatomy, have ironically turned themselves into the very sex objects they supposedly loathe.

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A recent trip home only reinforced the following talking points

5 Strikes Against The Anglobitch

Can’t Cook Or Clean. It’s well known American women know how to stuff their pie holes quite well, as they’re literally the fattest women on the planet, but when it comes to actually preparing food they prefer to leave that to kitchen slaves. Cooking is a lost art, as people settle instead for ersatz corporate cuisine that got stamped out of a machine rather than something lovingly cooked by a girlfriend or wife. Would it hurt them to be able to make a decent sandwich, when women from other cultures can serve up culinary delights most gelded American men dare not dream of?

Many if not most American women live in unkempt, messy, and even dirty living spaces. Rather than lift a finger to do some light housework, they spend their days watching daytime TV, playing career girl, and/or drugging themselves with both legal and illegal substances to silence the dying eggs in their wombs.

Statistically Sterile. With a birth rate below even mere replacement fertility for more than 40 years, American women’s selfish, ego-driven lifestyles have resulted in a population that is literally dying off. More white people are now dying than being born nationwide. Yet, the Anglobitch still proudly marches around Washington demanding the right to kill her own unborn offspring rather than demanding that women be responsible and use one of the myriad forms of birth control available. I recently listed about a dozen and a half forms of birth control right here on ROK that will prevent pregnancy in the first place, but Anglo women find killing unborn children a sexier topic than using birth control properly.

No Fun to Be Around. Anglo girl’s personalities are the interpersonal equivalent of wandering into a dry, dry desert. One realizes just how obtuse the Anglobitch is after he’s spent months or years abroad. She is in many ways a miserable human being. In fact, many of them will go out of the way to be boorish and offensive. Beyond those negatives, they have nothing of interest to talk about other than the trite talking points shoved into their silly putty minds by social engineers in the public school system pushing careerism and the mediaites pushing hatred for men.

Have Made Themselves Slave Owners. Slavery never ended in the United States, for potential slaves are exactly what fathers are in modern times. Women can single-handedly turn a free man into a slave who has 18 years of debt servitude and penury on his hands with one call to a filthy lawyer. This is one of the most inhuman ways of treating men in human history, a return to the doleful days of the matriarchy, before society was civilized. We are regressing to a society in which men have no roles, and will become uncivilized as a result. That fact is based on anthropological science, not opinion.

Are Empty Souls Attempting To Fill The Void With Material Things. On my trip around the nation, I noticed just how similar every state and every town is to every other state and town in the country. Thanks to women, who drive four-fifths of the consumption economy, the nation is literally a coast to coast shopping mall built on the female predilection for mindless consumption and Keeping Up With The Joneses. I see women populating these churches of materialism with nothing inside them except the desire to mindlessly buy more and more and more consumer crap, and to make sure her crap is better than her neighbor Becky’s crap. This is the be-all, end-all of human existence, and the great victory for women’s lib? A world of drones lumbering around the mall and local slop joint?

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Pump and dump the predator before she pumps and dumps your wallet

Pump And Dump, My Friends

This recent experience – reinforcing knowledge I already knew – only served to take away any remaining guilt I had for looking at women as sex objects. By their own volition, that’s the life they’ve chosen. When they have nothing to offer but sex, they shouldn’t be outraged when that’s all men want from them. Women did this to themselves, with the assistance of unscrupulous social engineers.

No man should be expected to make an investment in an empty human being, devoid of any qualities that makes her worthwhile to a man except the sex she maneuvers to control and even enslave him with. As many of us know the modern Anglobitch exhibits all the traits of a predator, elucidated by Lawrence Shannon:

Know your adversary. Know that she IS your adversary. Develop a working understanding of predatory females. Accept what you’ve learned about predatory females, both emotionally and intellectually. Forget your past presumptions and values concerning females. They were sprinkled into your mind by the matriarchal system. You have to break out. For the risks involved, you’d definitely be better off with a high class prostitute. After all, there are good reasons, most of them very Darwinian, for prostitution being the oldest profession. We’re talking survival here. Banned and hunted by the matriarchal society because they threaten the established marital scam, prostitutes are not only legal in some jurisdictions, but may be the wisest investment for your dating dollar.

In other words, better to pay for the ass up front rather than suffering a balloon payment after a frivorce. Don’t let the predator eat your bank account and freedom.

So, next time there’s a pang of guilt inside you for using a woman for your pleasure and a good time, purge those feelings from your mind. You got to the predator before she got to you. You tapped it before she could maneuver to use and abuse your utility value. Make out like a bandit, and never feel any remorse for the pump and dump.

American women literally have nothing else to offer men other than sex.

P.S. Legalize prostitution in all 50 states, already. Not just Nevada.

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Rel’s Strip Club List: Catwalk | Memphis, TN

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Ebony hotties abound at Catwalk in Memphis

Catwalk | Memphis, TN
Relampago’s Rating: Star16Star16Star16Star16StarBW16

As regular TNMM readers will know, black strip clubs are typically held in high regard among those of us with hedonistic leanings. That’s especially true for those of us who enjoy the look and feel of ethnic women. The Editor of this humble publication maintains black strip clubs are the best you can find in America for legal bootylicious fun.

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A scent that drives them wild! Pheromone cologne is now available on Amazon – click image for more info

Let’s first define what makes a worthwhile strip club. I am not into clubs that filch money from clueless Beta males who pay for pointless dances that leave them broke and with a bad case of blue balls. Most strip clubs are set up to take advantage of sexless and hopeless Betas, Gammas, and Omegas. Why men let themselves be treated this way, I’ll never know.

I approach strip clubs from a totally different perspective. The women in them are obviously attractive, promiscuous and already have their clothes off, it’s up to me to take advantage of this situation by gaming them. I maintain that if I can pull tail out of these clubs, men who study Game can do the same thing.

Whenever I wind up getting laid with a hot girl who works in one of these clubs, it gets a gold star. I never pay for sex unless it’s in a jurisdiction where it’s legal…so these aren’t pay for play experiences. To me, the good clubs are those rare ones that have the right combination of easygoing management, quality women, and girls who don’t hate the men they strip for.

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Dress for success: Peacocking is an important Game concept and the right sport jacket helps you look your best – click image for more info

Which brings me to my experiences at Catwalk in Memphis. As usual, I found the most fun at a strip club on the bad part of town, near the airport.

From the minute I walked in, I was approached by a 7 who had a gorgeous ass. It was as is I had a gravitational pull and she couldn’t help grabbing me before another girl did. I guess confidence really shows, as I had just come back from Latin America for a visit home and I had been through more women that week than most unawakened men go through in a year.

After throwing around a few negs and turning on the charm, it wasn’t long until she was talking sexually with me. Long story short, we ended up exchanging phone numbers and she came over to my place to have a few drinks after she got off work. Meantime, I hung out for a few hours and enjoyed multiple hotties dancing around on stage. Granted, there were a few fatties mixed in the night I was there, but the fatty ratio was not that high especially considering the South has the highest obesity rate in the nation.

There was a lot of enjoyable eye candy, worthless conversations, and beer drinking until closing time.

Anyway, back to my sexual chocolate story. She came over, I poured some wine. We talked, chilled out a little while, then the clothes started coming off. She looked great totally nude, perky titties and the classic black girl ass along with sexy thighs. I couldn’t wait to get inside this girl.

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Ethnic strip clubs are more fun than white girl strip clubs if you know how to hang

Long story short, she didn’t even bother getting a condom as she climbed on top and rode the hell out of me. She was very into our lovemaking session, which isn’t unusual in my experience with strippers. I dated one about a decade ago, and in addition to sharing the money of the Beta males she got dances from she would always come home in the mood for love.

She ended up falling asleep on my chest.

This particular stripper did tell me right before she left the next morning I reminded her of the late Paul Walker appearance wise, so having good looks does help grease the skids with women.

I’ve since returned I was able to pull another 7 out of this club using the same play book. The dances are reasonably priced and the drinks are also very reasonable. Overall, Catwalk gets a Recommend. It’s a fun place to hang out, and a guy with even modest skills in Game will have no problem taking a stripper from Catwalk out to breakfast the next morning.

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Are American Women Really The Worst on the Planet?

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How dare you have an opinion that differs from mine!

As 2016 draws to a close, I’ve been thinking about goals for 2017. Both personal goals and goals to push an agenda for Red Pill men.

Most of the goals I’ve been dreaming up are positive ones, like continuing to grow this outpost for men, visiting new places, having new cultural experiences and of course banging new chicks. (By the way, I maintain WE are the true multiculturalists in the manosphere, as we respect other cultures who don’t think feminism is the gospel, etc. The fake multiculturalists want all cultures to adhere to Anglo-American norms like feminism.)

The thought occurred to me this evening that I might try to quantify what makes for good and bad women, and then use observations from my travels to answer the question that most of us already believe to be true: Are American women really the worst in the world?This would be a two-pronged approach – quantitative and qualitative.

Quantitatively the quality of women would reflect the demographic viability of an ethnic group and/or nation along with other important measures like outcomes of any offspring they have; and qualitatively I could also ask men around the world what they view as a good and bad woman.

Obviously, manliness, whorishness, bossiness, Penis envy, and all the other issues American women have would score low in most world cultures.

I’ve been to three continents so far, North America, South America, and Asia, and nowhere have I found women who are quite so low-quality as the females we must live with in the USA. Either way you look at it, they’re low-quality. I don’t want to make any investment in them whatsoever beyond getting a pump ‘n dumps from them.

They’re not reproducing in numbers sufficient to keep the population from dying off for Anglo whites, children who are reared by single moms end up addicted to drugs or as drop outs at a much higher rate, and they’re generally a pain in the ass to deal with or be around. They’re also not very good financial investments or life partners as they can – and often do – financially rape men at will.

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In search of the world’s worst women: quantitatively and qualitatively

Really the Worst?

My goal would be to search for women who would be even worse than the women in America, as daunting a task as that might be.

I’ve already found women who are much better than they are, one only has to hop on a plane and leave the country to find that out, but I’d like to see if I could find an ethnic group that is even more entitled and even more coddled and pedestalized. And, I’d like to see if there’s a group of women who hate men more and are more ungrateful than the females we share a nation with. Hell, one could even rank them with regards to how they perform in the sack.

So why do it?

If there are women who are worse than American women a man could compare and contrast the two groups, and then rank them along with women who score higher in terms of demographic viability, outcomes of offspring, male opinion, etc.

The research would also blow even more holes in the feminist narrative as different world cultures’ opinions about what makes good and bad women would give us a truly multicultural (heh) perspective on the estrogen-fueled train wreck we are witnessing before our very eyes.

Besides that, it’s fun to meet new people, get different perspectives, and bed foreign hotties while doing some occasional blow. That said, as I do my part, feel free to post your personal experiences with non-American women so we can get a dialogue started while I continue some hands on research this year. I’ll be headed back to Asia and to Africa for the first time.

Look for reports from the field, along with my own photography from around the world coming in 2017. This is only one of the ways The New Modern Man will be enhanced and improved in the coming year.

Stay tuned, as the search for the world’s worst women gets underway.

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