My Baltic tour started coming to an end in Lithuania during a rare cold spell. Not deterred, I went out on a Thursday night, suited up. No matter how ready and pumped I was to get some prime Lithuanian ass, there was little action on that night. After walking around for a while I finally managed to find a small club with more women than men. Right away, a tall local girl approached me, the first time that happened in Lithuania. She was okay-looking but the vibe was off and her teeth were snaggly. I ditched.

At the bar there was a brunette standing next to me. I couldn’t get a good look at her face before making an offhand comment. I said, “Is it just me or is there a cold breeze coming through here?” She looked at me and smiled. I was initially taken aback because of how ugly her face was. Everything was wrong: spooky eyes, big nose, horse mouth, and asymmetrical facial structure. I actually flinched a couple inches. She was so ugly it seemed like she was wearing a mask.

I should have ended the conversation right then and there, but I pitied her. I indulged in it until I felt like a good samaritan. Then I stopped talking. But she kept going, not all discouraged by my silence. Next thing I knew, we were talking for at least half an hour. I would make short comments here and there, until I put my hand on her hip due to game reflex. A bit of electricity ripped through me: she had a tight body. I explored a little more, going towards her back to the top of her ass. It was spectacular, very unlike her troll face. The sword fight between my dick and brain commenced. My dick shouldn’t have won (I just got laid a few days prior), but time went on and I was still there with my hand rested on her body.

My dick tricked my brain. It said, “If you fuck her, you’ll build momentum going into the spring. Bang her to get even better quality in just a few weeks. It’s no big deal, bro, you won’t see her face when you pound her from the back.”

There are two types of men in the world: those who do it for the notch and those who don’t. There were other girls in the club and I’m sure I could have progressed on them, but Lithuania is not a one-night stand culture. I already had enough numbers in my phone and wanted to go for the gold. The ugly girl liked me enough that I felt like I could win. I was going to sell out my standards for an easy lay, but there was another problem: her breath was awful. I was entertaining fucking an ugly girl with bad breath while suited up. You know the humiliation you get after banging a hog? Well I was experiencing it before the bang. In spite of that, my brain wouldn’t stop. Do it for the notch. Do it for the momentum. Just do it, you pussy!

So I did it for the notch. After spending nearly two hours with her in the club, I invited her back to my place and she accepted. Her kissing did not please me. The sex, which should have been a saving grace, was awful. She was awkward in bed, even leaking blood all over my sheets and balls. She didn’t want me to do her doggy style, saying it was “like rape.” It was the worst sex I had in Europe. I couldn’t get her out the door fast enough.

The next day was the lowest of my adult life. I felt ashamed and dirty. I couldn’t look myself in the mirror, in disbelief that I went so low to have bad sex with an ugly girl who had halitosis. The post-sex afterglow I was supposed to feel was more like a clinical depression.

When a guy is depressed over a girl who dumped him, the common advice is to fuck other girls to get over her. I learned that the same advice applies when you bang a beast. She gave me momentum alright, but not in the way I had imagined. I was driven by shame and humiliation, not the desire for success.

The next night I had never been so driven to approach pretty women. I figured I’d have to bang at least five girls to metaphorically wash away the beast blood that found its way on my testicles. I don’t remember working so hard.

If I ever find myself in a funk, complacent and lacking motivation, tired of pussy, of the grind, of running game, I’m going to put on a suit and fuck the ugliest girl I can find.

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BODY

Estonian women have some curves and boobs while Lithuanian women have boyish bodies that are Asian like (I was grossly disappointed with the Lithuanian ass). Latvia is somewhere in between. The biggest problem with Estonia is that they have a growing obesity problem. If all Estonian women were thin, they’d win by a mile, but for now they only get a slide edge over Lithuania thanks to their more juicy curvature.

First place: Estonia

FACE

Estonian women shine yet again, with wonderful cheekbones and bright blue eyes (well over 50% of the Estonian population have light eyes), but I have to give top prize to Lithuanian women. Their faces reminded me of Argentina in the amount of cosmic beauty they contained. Some of the most beautiful women in the world I’ve seen have been from Lithuania.

First place: Lithuania

HAIR

Latvian women do better than Estonian women, who have adopted some of the Scandinavian style of head shaving (Finland is just a ferry ride away). Lithuanian women, however, have extraordinary long hair. It is common to see girls with hair going down to their pancake asses and sometimes passed that. It doesn’t make sense why hair would be boner inducing, but it is. I told many a Lithuanian girl that I wanted to make sweet love to their blonde locks. A couple of them let me extract a specimen for personal use.

First place: Lithuania

PERSONALITY

Estonian girls are plain fun because they love to drink. They also like talking in English and can hold their own in a conversation with an experienced man. Latvian girls are the worst: they are too guarded and take forever to open up, probably because they assume every foreign guy is a sex tourist thanks to Riga being the capital of Eastern Europe for that sort of thing. Lithuanian girls can be hit or miss, but generally I find them to be shy and detached.

First place: Estonia

ENGLISH LEVEL

Estonian girls have the strongest English while Lithuanian girls have the weakest. Latvian girls speak fine English but you may have some issues with the Russian girls in Latvia who may not speak it. I had moderate problems finding fluent English in Lithuania.

First place: Estonia

EASE OF BANGING

In Estonia I didn’t get any one-night stands, but by the first or second date I was straight. In Lithuania I got a couple but the quality was a bit lower, so it’s hard to say which is “easier.” I think if you’re prepared to go on two dates, both Estonia and Lithuania will be similar, with Lithuania a slight edge if your standards aren’t too high. Latvia was significantly harder for me than the other two.

First place: Lithuania (but for 6s and below)

FUN FACTOR

The only place I actually enjoyed going out in was Estonia. Lithuanian clubs were too cheesy for me and Latvia was scam-artist central. Estonia also has more of a pub/bar scene for when you get tired of the clubs, which you will.

First place: Estonia

OVERALL

The choice is easy: Estonia. If I had to go back to only one country, it would be there, but I’m reluctant to do so because of the increasing amount of sex tourists from Finland and Britain and also the rising obesity problem—and with that—fattitude. Some rude responses I got from Estonian girls made me think I was in America. My guess is that you have about one or two years until the place turns to total shit and it’s not even worth a weekend visit. It’s not quite poosy paradise, as my Danish friends below can explain, but I had a pleasant time.

Lithuania has tons of beautiful women (I’d give them a slight edge over Estonian girls with overall appearance), but it’s quite hard to pull quality. It’s the type of place you have to stay for a couple months to really be able to tap the higher talent pools. In Estonia, because the girls like foreign guys, you may be able to get something special from a shorter stay.

If you want to read more detailed reports I made of these three countries, click the following links:

• Latvia
• Estonia
• Lithuania

When it comes to comparing Poland to the Baltics, I can tell you that the Baltics have prettier girls, but Polish women have less attitude and are a tad more sexual. If the whole point of your trip is to go for “hotties,” then the Baltics are a better bet. But if you just want a cute-girl-next-door type of deal, then Poland.

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The USA has long had the highest rates of mental illness in the world, but the latest reports on the extent of it are still pretty shocking: mental illness struck one in five U.S. adults in 2010.

Among the highlights, people in the 50-plus age bracket had the lowest incidence of any mental illness (14.3%), while those ages 18 to 25 had the highest, at 29.9%. Women had higher rates than men: 23% versus 16.8%.

When broken down by racial and ethnic groups, the highest rates of mental illness were seen among people who reported two or more races (25.4%), followed by whites (20.6%), blacks (19.7%), Native Americans or Alaska natives (18.7%), Hispanics (18.3%) and Asians (15.8%).

This is an important story for American men looking to maintain perspective: at least a quarter of the women you run into at any given time are not going to be alright upstairs. When you take into consideration that the highly sought after 18-25 demographic has even higher illness rates and that many of the mentally ill go undiagnosed, you could be looking at a vastly higher proportion of crazy girls, possibly approaching 50%.

This can make success in the game a little tougher to quantify because a less than desirable outcome with any given girl could just as easily be due to the mental instability of your target as it could be to your own failings. When dealing with a mentally unstable girl, even the right moves can lead to her lashing out at you for no apparent reason.

This female mental health story doesn’t stop there. Have you ever wondered about the unusually high prevalence of female obesity in the USA? How is it possible that so many morbidly obese women can justify their appearance with absurd rationalizations that they possess “real womanhood”, “huge (read: fat) racks” and “womanly curves,” among other patently absurd claims? Have you grimaced as you watched some go as far as to eliminate even slightly overweight men as dating options, despite their own inability to stay at a normal size?

There are no coincidences here: obesity is corellated with mental illness.

University of Tasmania researchers studied data collected from 1,135 girls in 1985, and again 20 years later, and found “persistent obesity” was linked to the mood disorder…

“[Obese women] had twice the risk of depression, so it was quite a strong effect, ” he said.

“The researchers do not see the same effect in boys or men.”

Another article expands on this link:

Psychological disorders which obesity may trigger include depression, eating disorders, distorted body image, and low self-esteem.

Obese people have been found several times to have higher rates of depression. For example, David A. Kats, MD and colleagues at the University of Wisconsin-Madison assessed quality of life in 2,931 patients with chronic health conditions including obesity. They found that clinical depression was highest in very obese participants (BMI over 35).

Evidence from the Swedish Obese Subjects (SOS) study indicates that clinically significant depression is three to four times higher in severely obese individuals than in similar non-obese individuals.

This final study shows the correlation more clearly:

Obesity was significantly associated with any mood disorder (OR 1.23), major depressive disorder (OR 1.27), any anxiety disorder (OR 1.46), and most strongly with some individual anxiety disorders such as post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) (OR 2.64).

In other words: fat girls are quite likely to be nuts. The fatter she is, the greater chance she has some type of mental disorder. It’s no surprise that this news has been scarcely published in mainstream outlets, for fear of offending women.

Is it a coincidence that the most mentally ill nation in the developed world is also the most obese? The next question to ask is this: how did we get here? Why are these widespread mental health issues a reality in the USA?

I believe the cause is cultural. American culture promotes endless work without self-gratification. It represses sexuality, resulting in a society that wants to be sexual but cannot express it, thus creating unhealthy sexual dynamics. It’s obsessed with dog-eat-dog individualism, materialism, and consumerism. This society is built to breed unhealthy people who are materialistic and constantly stressed and overworked. America’s Faustian bargain to achieve its dream is to trade high incomes and material possessions for balanced societal cohesion and a high mental quality of life. The effect of this bargain on women, on both their mental health and their appearance, has been nothing short of devastating.

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1. Start a workout routine. Working out will surely improve your appearance, but there are two other reasons that are more important: (1) to increase your testosterone levels, and (2) to increase your confidence. Both are absolutely vital for successful pickup. If there’s a gym near you, I recommend Starting Strength, which I’ve personally seen strong results from. If you can’t afford a gym, buy Convict Conditioning, a bodyweight and calisthenic program. Within only one month you will see noticeable gains.

2. Get your hands on a game resource. As you know I’ve written two game books, Bang and Day Bang, but there are other options as well. Mystery Method is one of the more important books in the field and, if you don’t want to pay anything at all, you can go with the free Layguide, a resource I started with. Be sure to take notes on whichever resource you select. I don’t advise using The Game as a resource because it’s more of a memoir, with only a cursory glance at specific game techniques.

3. Do 100 approaches. You need to get a feel for game, its structure, tempo, and how cold conversations work. This is going to be a rough period for you because chances are you won’t get laid from your first 100, but realize that all players have gone through this stage. I recommend 10-20 approaches a week in either day or night settings. Don’t mix the two because their game is very different and doing both will confuse you. If you already go out at night, for example, then do your first 100 at night. You must also understand that 100 means 100. It doesn’t mean 30, it doesn’t mean 60. There is no shortcut to this step. If you don’t do the 100 approaches, you’re not doing the program.

4. Watch one episode of Seinfeld a day. Seinfeld is an American comedy program that will teach you two things: (1) how to spit humor that girls like, and (2) how to have long, meandering conversations (i.e. how to ramble). What’s great about the show is that it offers quintessential American humor that will be well-received anywhere in the country, and even in foreign countries as well. I’ve lost count how many times I’ve successfully used word-for-word bits from the show in my pickups. The best time to watch an episode is right before heading out to approach. You can find used DVDs of the show for only a few bucks.

5. Limit masturbation to only one day a week. You’re not going to be too motivated to the challenging task of approaching girls if you’re not horny. Therefore you must greatly curtail your masturbation habits to only one day a week, preferably an off day like Sunday. You want your weighted balls to push you to approach since there is no option of release through your overused hand.

6. Write down notes and observations in a dedicated player notebook. Learning game bombards your brain with so much information and data that it’s necessary to write notes from your field experiences. Record lines that worked and lines that didn’t. Jot down specific venues you did well at. Write your conclusions from episodes of success or failure. I also want you to keep track of your daily approach count to know when you’ve gotten to 100. Your player notebook will eventually be a personal bible that reminds you of all the lessons you’ve learned.

7. Read one new book every two weeks. My old recommendation was to read only one book per month, but I no longer consider that to be enough. Reading is important because it sends a waterfall of words through your brain that want to come out during conversation. The biggest problem beginners have is maintaining interesting chats, a gap that book reading and Seinfeld viewing help narrow. If you’re looking for book ideas, I’ve reviewed over one-hundred. Many will give you excellent fodder for conversation.

8. After your 100 approaches, take two weeks off to reflect. Spend days in the coffee shop with your player notebook to take further notes and review the things you have learned. Instead of blindly continuing, I want you to break down your 100 and then come up with a plan for your next 100. Where are you failing? What are your sticking points? What is the feedback that girls have been giving you? What are some changes you can make to improve your results? Re-consult your game resource if you have to. Ask questions on the forum if you don’t know how to solve a problem, but don’t ask a thing until you’ve done your first 100.

9. Repeat steps 3 through 8 while still working out. Stick to the initial venue you started with (if you did your first 100 at night, stick to night for the next 100). This allows you to build real competency. Don’t try to switch just because it’s difficult, because both are difficult in their own way.

Most newbies will not get laid in their first cycle of 100 (maybe not even a date), but a few number closes should hopefully occur. In the second cycle you should start to see dates or intimacy if you did step number 8 correctly and identified your weaknesses. Some others who start off with low social ability will take even longer, maybe four or five cycles. It doesn’t matter how many cycles it takes as long as you focus on your goal and refuse to stop until you get what you want. If you find yourself wanting to quit like a little pussy, watch one of the following YouTube clips and then go out and give me at least five approaches…

• Powerful beyond measure
• I am a champion
• How bad do you want it?
• Inch by inch
• Pain is temporary
• Hard work beats talent

There’s a man inside you that is being held back, dying to be released from the pitiful sexless existence he’s trapped in. I know this to be true because your ancestors were real men who survived a much harsher world than the one you are being coddled in. Now go put in the work to release him.

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One day a mysterious mind-altering chemical is sprayed over the queen. It inexplicably leaves the worker ants and serves a new master, the wasp. The queen is initially hesitant about this change, but the wasp is bigger and stronger, and promises to give its new subject even more benefits than the worker ants could provide for her. All the queen ant has to do is work just a bit harder than before.

Thanks to the wasp’s better mobility, it is able to shower the queen with more gifts and exotic foods that she has never before seen. The queen is happy that her increased labor is resulting in an increased gain of stuff received.

After working for the wasp for many months, the queen can’t say she’s happier. In fact, she’s less happy, with a dull dissatisfaction that plagues its days no matter how much stuff the wasp gives it. The wasp, seeing this dissatisfaction, sprays her with more chemical to keep her confused. It then distracts her with various gossip from the grasshopper hive and also tells her that with just a little bit more work, she can get the new type of bread crumb that the preying mantises are eating. The queen decides not to return to the worker ants because she doesn’t want to receive less gifts, food, and entertainment. To her, happiness is material, something she can touch with her mandible.

So the queen stays with the wasp until her death, thinking she made the correct life decision. The wasp, of course, received much more from the queen’s labor than what it gave her, becoming the richest wasp around. The queen died with nothing, not even a bread crumb to her name, with muscles that were strained from hard labor.

As much free will as human beings think they have, we’ve been programmed by nature to fulfill a certain mission. Nature rewards us with the release of enjoyable neurotransmitters if we do so. Even if the mission appears basic and maybe even “boring,” going against it will guarantee dissatisfaction for the animal subject.

Human males are programmed for adventure, accomplishment, and procreation.

Human females are programmed for nesting, communication, and procreation.

The chemical being sprayed upon all of us, particularly women, has them serving a new power instead of having a natural relationship with the worker ant, which is the human male. She bows down to her new masters: her consulting firm, Facebook, Apple computer, gender neutrality groupthink, restaurant week, and so on, receiving much more validation and worldly enjoyment than one man could possibly give her. Yet she is less happy than ever. She is becoming mentally sick, self medicating more than her species ever has in human history.

In spite of this, she would never trade in her new masters for a single hard-working man. She doesn’t want to be a “stay at home mom,” a phrase that the wasp has cleverly redefined as “slave.” Every now and then she suspects she would be happier if she went back to the ant hive, but then she thinks of how the wasp would no longer give her shiny gifts that the worker ants cannot possibly carry on their backs. She decides to remain with the wasp, dying alone and unhappy.

If you go against the program that nature has installed in you, you will become sick. To tell all women that their path to happiness is to run the male program instead of the female program they were born with is one of the biggest lies told to womankind. The result is what we see now: a collective collapse of women into derangement and masculinity, of entitled women who have a loose grasp on reality and what it means to be human.

The wasp is getting nervous now. The worker ants are not happy that their queen were stolen from them. Their revolt is just beginning, but deep inside they know that natural order will never be restored to their hive. The best thing they can do is travel a long distance to a new hive where the wasp has not yet sprayed its chemical on the queen.

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There is no point in telling other people your goals. They will talk you out of it or give you bad advice. There is no point trying to convince others of your world view. They will plant seeds of doubts that prevent you from action and seeing the truth. The minute you go just slightly higher than you have been, they will try to sabotage you. They are the worrymongers, fearmongers, scaremongers, shamemongers, guilt-trippers, trolls, and haters. Ignore them. Feeding them brings you down to their level, which is exactly what they want.

You’re completely on your own. You don’t need help from anyone. If you can’t reach your goals without the validation and support of other human beings, the bulk of whom I promise are against you, then you don’t deserve to succeed.

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In Poland, I began asking girls when was the last time they had sex. I’m not sure why I first did it, but the information I got from asking has encouraged me to now always ask during night pickups.

When there’s a pause in the conversation at about the 30 minute mark or beyond, after there has been flirting, I look her in the eyes and say, “Can I ask you something…. when was the last time you had sex?” She will be taken aback and remark how personal your question is, maybe asking “Why?” Then say, “Because I have an answer in my head and I’m just curious. If it’s yesterday then that’s fine, I won’t judge you.”

Logic would tell you that the longer her answer, the more likely she will bang you that night, but your logic would be wrong. The optimum answer is 2-6 weeks. The answer is poor if after six weeks and godawful if after three months. Worse yet is if she refuses to answer at all, which likely means she has sexual issues. The most conservative girls answered me even if she wasn’t at all interested in having sex.

Before we analyze why shorter time frames are better, understand that girls will lie. Just like how when you get pulled over by the cops on a weekend night and automatically say you’ve only had “two drinks,” a girl’s default answer to seem normal is “two weeks.” In fact, I hear it about 50% of the time, which should be statistically unlikely. It’s a safe answer that insinuates she’s neither a prude nor a slut.

I’ve found that an answer of two weeks generally means she has an infrequent fuck buddy and will put him on the side burner for better. The good news is that the more likely she has a fuck buddy, the more likely she needs to fuck just to fuck, with no emotional connection required. These horny girls are a player’s bread and butter. They will not take much time to lay because they need sex. When a girl says two weeks, commit to the interaction and try to get her home.

Up to six weeks is also acceptable, but between six weeks and three months means she has the ability to go without sex and doesn’t find fucking as necessary. You are less likely to get more than a kiss on the same night, though she will probably fuck you within two or three dates. If you get such an answer on a Saturday night when the venue is packed with girls, you may want to eject early. If it’s an off night and there are few other options, stick to the interaction and see what you can get out of it.

If a girl says under two weeks, she has a semi-serious fuck buddy or boyfriend. Girls are constantly worried about what you think of them, so if she has no problems telling you that she just got her vagina demolished, she is less likely to view you as a future sex partner. You want her to be shy about saying she just got fucked—even though you told her you wouldn’t judge her for it—so that she doesn’t think you view her as a slut. If she doesn’t care how you view her, which comes from answers under two weeks, she’s not that interested in you. It has happened where girls I’ve suspected of having a boyfriend gave an answer such as “two days ago.” She doesn’t care what I think because she’s happy with her dude and is just using me for entertainment.

If you hear a longer answer over three months, you’re tempted to think that you hit the jackpot of a horny girl who needs the cock, but these girls actually don’t need sex at all. They’re sexual camels. Think of how many dudes have offered her cock during that dry spell and how she has refused all of them. It won’t matter if you happen to be better than the dozens of dudes that have tried during that time period because she places her sexual needs (or lack thereof) above your value as a man. When a girl tells me an answer of over three months, and she’s a pretty girl who is likely hit on every time she goes out, I get the hell out of there. Let some other guy try to crack her dusty vagina.

Asking a girl when was the last she had sex is like gathering intelligence for an upcoming covert operation. You need all the information possible to make a smart decision on not only what to do with your time but how to proceed with the seduction. I no longer “go with the flow.” I don’t hope that luck is on my side. I figure out what she wants and her level of horniess. If I consider her a good prospect, I act on that information in order to close the deal as expediently as possible. If I close then great, but if not then I think about the interaction and what can be learned to optimize my fuck funnel and increase my future close rate. Romantic, yes?

Every night I’m out, I either succeed or learn. I’m guided by experience and knowledge, not luck. All players reach a point where luck is no longer part of his vocabulary. All that matters is skill and work.

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To the website Administrator and Server
Ref: Association of image of Brazil

Dear Responsible Officer,

The Brazilian Federal Government, through the MINISTRY OF TOURISM, has found that the website, hosted in the network of server ThePlanet, promotes pornographic content in the internet. Such content relates striking and characteristic features of the Brazilian Identity, such as the colors of the flag, culture pictures and images of Brazilian cities, to prostitution or sex.

Considering the institution of the Brazilian National Policy on Tourism, created by the MINISTRY OF TOURISM, Article 5th of Federal Law n. 11.771/2008: “The Brazilian National Policy on Tourism aims at, among other things, preventing and fighting touristic activities related to abuse of sexual nature and others that affect human dignity” – the Ministry is taking steps to dissociate the image of the country with internet content of sexual and/or pornographic nature, which stimulate internet users to seek Brazil as a tourist destination for such activities.

Given that, the MINISTRY OF TOURISM OF BRAZIL kindly requests the removal of such materials from the website located in the URLs listed attached, or the dissociation of such pornographic content with Brazilian identity or Brazil, as well as the removal of pay-per-click ads and subsequent redirection of such website, since these associations are in disagreement with the image of the country and are harmful to the actual aim of the Brazilian Government: the increase of sustainable tourism in Brazil.

Brazil is signatory to several International Conventions, including the Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Discrimination against Women, which suppresses the trafficking in women and exploitation of prostitution, and the United Nations Convention against Transnational Organized Crime, which determines the prevention, suppression and punishment of trafficking in persons, mainly women and children, activities which are often sustained by means of sex tourism.

Thus, we reiterate our request for the removal and disabling of access to pornographic material identified in this document in order to collaborate with the policies sought by the Brazilian Government to Brazil.

Should you have any questions, we are available via e-mail given in the signature of this message.

Sincerely,

MINISTRY OF TOURISM OF BRAZIL
enforcement@turismo.gov.br

Attachment:

http://www.bangguides.com/travel/brazil-compendium/

The above link leads to the information page for my book, Roosh’s Brazil Compendium, a compilation of all my blog posts on Brazil. The headline of that page says: “Strategy Guide For Meeting And Banging Big Booty Brazilian Women In Brazil.” I agree that my guide promotes sex with Brazilian women, though via normal game methods and not through prostitution. My book does not contain pornography and doesn’t advocate rape, sexual abuse, violence, sex trafficking, or slavery. While it can be considered tasteless by some, it doesn’t advocate breaking any laws in America or Brazil.

I’m not surprised to receive this email because Brazil is going through rapid change. Its leaders want to be taken seriously to enter the “first world” club of nations. To accomplish this they are pushing ultra-liberal and feminist programs in order to duplicate the West and what they think is necessary for economic and societal success. While feminism and liberalism organically evolved in the United States over several decades, the Brazilian government wants to get there within a few years.

To understand what I mean, check out the recent news coming out of Brazil:

• After divorce, women automatically inherit government subsidized real estate property
• Brazilian Congress plans to heavily fine companies whenever a woman gets paid less than a man
• Retirement fund for government employees to subsidize women’s retirement 5 years earlier than men
• Mayor bans music offensive to women and gays
• Theater owner arrested over racist joke by stand-up comedian
• Brazil debates outlawing homophobia
• Famous sex worker club shut down by government

This is feminism on steroids, putting Brazil on a path overshooting what they have in Scandinavia, the most feminist place on Earth. It’s happening so quickly that, as far as I know, there is no male response in the form of a men’s rights movement, but I expect it will appear soon enough (Brazilian men aren’t nearly as spineless as Scandinavian men). The government is so involved in installing feminism that a new term has been invented: state feminism.

Feminist activism in Brazil has stretched the very concept of democracy by including women’s rights in the process of re-democratization of the country. It has articulated a more participatory form of state feminism, and it has expanded and diversified to the extent that is best to always speak of feminisms in Brazil in the plural. Brazilian feminisms have made important contributions towards re-defining women’s place in society and in building a more gender equitable society. They have been instrumental in drawing up new legislation promoting gender equity and in the formulation of public policies for women, carving new spaces in state machineries to implement and monitor them.

People think I’m joking when I occasionally comment that Brazil is on the rapid downswing, but the feminist takeover is happening at a faster pace than has ever been seen in history, recently aided with the election of its first female president. Combined with the fact that the population is fattening at an obscene rate, what we’re seeing is the transformation of an entire country into a sort of Feminist 1984, the first of its kind. The attitude of Brazilian women was already above average when I was there a few years ago, so expect a country that may be very unpleasant to visit by the end of this decade.

For those of you who whine to me that I complain too much about feminism, you’re part of the problem. You don’t understand that this ideology is like a virus that won’t stop, and pretending it doesn’t exist by closing your eyes will only make it worse for yourself and every other man on this planet. Brazil is still better than the West, but it’s being destroyed as we speak mainly because of pro-feminist policies. There is no doubt in my mind that feminism is the principal enemy for men today. If you don’t see that then, well, you deserve the most masculine, fat, short-haired, insufferable cunt that exists. If things continue on their present course, that’s all we’ll be able to get.

As for my response to the above email, I’m not removing anything.

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As I’ve written here many times before, you can’t expect to arrive in a foreign country and make it rain with only speaking in English. I can’t say anything about the level of fluency you’ll need for establishing a foreign career, but with sex you need basic knowledge of the local language, especially outside of Europe.

Having to learn a new language for every country you go to is impractical, so you want to get some bang for your buck. The language you choose to learn should have the following benefits:

• be spoken by a large percentage of the world population
• be a stepping stone to other desirable languages
• be spoken in countries with beautiful women

The two languages that best fit the above requirements are Spanish and Russian.

Being able to speak Spanish is as close you’ll get to having a superpower: there are 20 countries that speak it, homes to the biggest bootied women in the world. An added bonus is that Spanish is very close to Portuguese, unlocking three additional countries for rape and pillage (Brazil, Portugal, and Angola). If you’re conversational in Spanish, it will only take you a couple months of intensive study to achieve the same in Portuguese as well. Both of these languages also give you a running start for the other Romance languages: Romanian, Catalan, French, and Italian.

Spanish is hands-down the easiest language for English speakers to learn. Attempting it as your first foreign language is worth your time because you have to learn how to learn a language, as strange as that may sound. In your Spanish studies you’ll develop tighter language habits that help you for much harder Russian.

Russian is the language spoken by the most feminine women left on the planet. Unfortunately, it’s hard as balls. Besides the cyrillic alphabet, you have noun cases, gendered verbs and nouns, comparative adjectives, difficult pronunciations, and all sorts of other crazy shit you don’t see in English. However, learning it will open up a whole new world of Former Soviet Union (FSU) pussy, such as Belarus, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Ukraine, Turkmenistan, and Uzbekistan. You probably know nothing of these countries, but guess what: neither do most of your countrymen. There are no cheap RyanAir or EasyJet flights. There are no stag parties. There are no Australians getting drunk in hostels. These are pristine but challenging places that have women you can’t find anywhere else.

As an added bonus, Russian is similar to Bulgarian, Serbo-Croatian, and to a lesser extent, Polish and Czech. Russian will give you the grammatical foundation to more easily learn these other tough languages. You’ll be shocked at how far you can get with a language such as Russian from studying only one hour a day. As for Spanish, studying one hour a day for three months will enable you to start having real conversations.

My advice to you is to learn Spanish first. Make it a project for the next 2-3 years. Take 1 or 2 trips a year to Latin America and work on your world game. Dabble a little in Portuguese and Brazilian poonani. If you’re content with Latin women then carve out a niche while seeking employment opportunities that are sure to open up with your increasing fluency. When you’re ready for something new and even more challenging, Russian and the former Soviet Union awaits you.

Recommended Resources For Learning Spanish

• Pimsleur Spanish (Units 1-3) – three units of Pimsleur give a great language foundation
• Madrigal’s Magic Key To Spanish – intuitive, easy approach
• Spanish Verb Tenses Activity Book – a million exercises that drill Spanish verbs into your brain
• Easy Spanish Reader – progressively harder reads

Recommended Resources For Leaning Russian

• Pimsleur Russian (Units 1-3)
• New Penguin Russian Course – the best Russian textbook  (not like there’s a lot of choice anyway)
• RussianPod101 – tons of downloadable audio programs, fairly priced

Again, start with Spanish first. Success there will give you the confidence that you’ll need to tackle Russian.

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In nightclubs they tend to do it in designated smoke rooms or outside, both of which are quiet compared to main rooms that can be ear-splittingly loud. While I can hear fine, girls have a very tough time hearing me in the second half of the night when their ears are shot.

In Lithuania, there were always girls in the smoking rooms, usually at a good ratio. Simply asking a girl for a light before going into your opener made it a normal talking approach. If the conversation goes well, you can easily invite her to the bar or to go dance. The main cost is smelling like cigarette smoke.

What has also happened is that I’d be talking to a girl and she asks me if I smoke. When I say no, she says she is going to smoke and will return. Most of the time she does come back, but it kills the vibe and takes me a step backwards. If I tag along and watch her smoke while I abstain, it makes me feel like a puppy dog that is following her. While this is not a situation where I’d smoke, I can see how it would help.

Being a casual smoker when going out in a place like Lithuania would greatly increase your approach opportunities and also strengthen rapport with girls who are smokers. Now I know it seems weird, maybe even beta, to start smoking just to get laid, but it’s an argument you can use on drinking as well, or just about anything that helps your cause to bang more women. In Lithuania, where a large population of smokers are segregated from the non-smoking areas, you would definitely get a better ROI by adopting a flexible smoker strategy. The four or five cigarettes you’d ending up smoking a week is unlikely to damage your health in the long-term.

In Industrial Shithole, where smoking is allowed everywhere (even in coffee shops), there is no point in lighting up since you already have continuous access to all the girls in the room. But if you live in a place where smokers are segregated, and the non-smoking areas don’t offer good logistics or opportunities, you might as well try it. In sausage fest America, where each approach counts, I wonder how many more notches I would have if I had adopted a more open-minded strategy while living there.

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But how about if you’re going to a country for only one week and don’t know where to start? Chances are you’ll use what you know: American game. This is all fine and good because you can still convert using basic American game, but it’s not your best option.

What I want to share is a skeletal game that you should use in South America and Eastern Europe. There’s a lot of variance in countries within these two regions so you’ll have to hack at it further to see higher results, but this world game will get you a lot farther than basic American game.

1. Relax your rules on buying things for girls. If you’re having a great conversation with a girl and she’s showing interest, you’re free to buy her a drink assuming she didn’t demand it. She will not think you are a weak man or assume that you’re in love with her like an American girl would. You could also take a girl out to an inexpensive dinner instead of only doing bar dates if that makes feel you more comfortable. Buying small things for girls in other countries often gives you faster access to her pussy. You have to be smart about it though: if a Brazilian girl in the club is acting aloof and interrupting the conversation to keep looking at her phone, don’t buy her shit. Buying a drink is a reward for the pleasant interaction you’re having, not a way to build her interest. It’s the foreign way of saying, “I like you, do you like me?”

2a. Adopt a more classic style. Don’t go out and buy new clothing, but pack the more generic items that would work anywhere. The two looks I rock is black v-neck and jeans or collared shirt with skinny tie. It doesn’t matter where I go—these two will not be objectionable to women. If you’re going to stay in a place for a long time, you can play a niche angle because you’ll have time to do it (and find it), but in a short time frame you should go for mainstream appeal. Understand that many foreign countries don’t have as many niches and scenes as in America. In Industrial Shithole there really is just one niche in the club: mainstream. If you roll up with baggy pants and a baseball cap, you may not be well-received (you probably won’t even be allowed to get into the club).

2b. Drop the hipster look. While you will find a hipster scene in most countries you go to, especially in Scandinavia, they are generally smaller than in America and don’t have the most desirable women. What I’ve found is that ugly women who can’t compete tend to fall back in hipsterdom just so they can get some attention from local men. To appeal to more women, tighten your look a bit to appear more clean-cut. I reduce the shag levels on my hair and also crop my beard close enough so that bits of food will not get stuck in it.

3. Don’t be reluctant to harvest numbers. One-night stands abroad are more rare because logistics will be against you. A lot of girls you’ll meet may never have had one and probably don’t want to start now unless she’s insanely into you or drunk. It’s better to get three numbers in the club from interested girls and plan to meet in a couple days than focus on one girl all night and just get blocked in the end. This is going to be your toughest issue while gaming abroad and the hardest to advise you on what to do. Unless the girl is feeling you strongly, you should get a number and go find another girl. A more advanced technique that awaits you is simulataneously working on multiple girls in the club in staggered time.

4. Drop all cockiness and teasing. Absolutely do not bring out these two devices unless the girl is bringing them to the table first, which in that case means she’s Americanized and therefore not a worthy target. Understand that in America you have to do these things to get a girl to be attracted to you, but with foreign girls it’s more about your look, vibe, and logistics. Of course you should be as interesting as possible since it doesn’t matter how good looking you are if you’re a bore who has nothing to talk about, but you don’t need to bust her balls to win her affections. I’m amazed at how just “showing up” can be enough. A lot of foreign girls genuinely just like being in your normal presence even though you’re not actively gaming them.

6. Be careful with your humor. One thing I like about Americans is their sarcastic and witty sense of humor, but this will likely not be received well on foreign women because they are not raised on Simpsons, Friends, Seinfeld, and Will Ferrel movies. Humor is actually not an important quality that foreign women seek out in men. I’m not saying don’t be funny, but they tend to like obvious “ha ha” humor instead of sharp humor that references something obscure. You’ll generally know what kind of humor to use when she tries to crack jokes with you. Just mimic her style.

7. You must day game. American nightlife offers the absolute best logistics for meeting the opposite sex. It gets significantly worse everywhere else you go. Either the girls go out in mixed set groups, they like to sit at tables instead of lingering by the bar, or they prefer mega-clubs that are painfully loud. If you only stick to night game, you’ll severely limit both the quantity and quality that you can get. In Industrial Shithole, there are only five major clubs even though the city population has around 1 million people. Compare that to the dozens of clubs in Washington DC, which if you don’t count the suburbs has a smaller population (about 500,000 people). Every city has a place where girls are easy to meet, whether it’s a trendy coffee shop, grocery store, university library, or what have you, and from day one you need to walk around and find where that place is.

8. Don’t be scared to escalate the encounter. When you’re gaming in a new country, and you’re insecure about what to do, you lose a lot of your edge as you put extra attention into soaking in your new environment instead of getting laid. You also will suspect, usually rightfully so, that girls are not as easy as American sluts. Even though this is the case, foreign girls don’t punish you for escalation. If you get rejected going for the one-night stand but she likes you, she will still come out on a date. If anything, staying aggressive is a great way to screen out wishy-washy girls who have orbiters or boyfriends.

9. Drop all anger. In the States, you will probably be amped up in a night out because of dealing with girls who have attitude. You can harness this anger into a cocky vibe that snags the next girl. But when abroad, anger will lead to a vibe that the girls don’t like. I wouldn’t even bother calling out a foreign cockblocker because it will just take you away from having the optimum softer attitude. Let things slide.

10. It’s less about being alpha or beta than being confident. Most foreign girls want a confident nice guy. This means you are more chivalrous and polite. It’s okay to smile, it’s okay to send emoticons in text messages, and it’s okay be yourself as long as you’re not needy. Since you still want to have a dash of edge in you, the best way to explain the vibe you want is to be a gentleman who makes the occasional rape or sexist joke. Political correctness has not hit many parts of the world.

11. Compliment (and cuddle). In America you are severely punished for complimenting a girl. She thinks you’re a weak man who is falling in love with her (like when buying her a drink). If you’re in a work setting, you may lose your job if she deems your compliment about her attire to be “sexual harassment.” It’s a different story outside of America. Girls warmly receive compliments because it’s part of the “I like you, do you like me?” game that is a natural progression to intimacy. If you’re like me, you probably have no idea how to compliment a woman after banging American sluts for so long. The three easiest compliments you can give which will give you a lot of mileage are: (1) “You have nice eyes,” (2) “You have a nice smile,” and (3) “I feel really comfortable talking to you.” If you’re American, you are trained to think these are cheesy or generic, but good lord have they helped me gain access to many a foreign vagina. A good time to compliment is about the same time you buy the first drink.

The easiest way to sum up world game is “horny nice guy.” You’re horny because you approach and escalate, and you’re nice because you treat girls well and are not arrogant. With this vibe you will do much better than hitting foreign girls with American game, which is highly specialized to apply to entitled cunts whose pussies only get wet when they are treated like a trash can. If you use American game on a feminine girl with good family roots and a heart of gold, she will think you are strange and crazy. Game as you know it is really a Western invention for use on women who no longer use biology or the pursuit of happiness to select mates. World game is nothing more than being a good man who isn’t a pushover.

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The Rise And Fall Of The Third Reich

This doozy of a book, clocking in at 1,280 pages, chronicles the rise of Adolf Hitler from homeless vagabond to warlord of Germany, which he came to control for 12 years. Hitler was legally granted power by the state thanks to his political genius, his use of terror, and his masterful lies, where a million things had to fall in his favor for him to succeed. Statistically it shouldn’t have happened, but it did and the entire world had to deal with it.

“That one day he would build [Germany] and rule it he had no doubts whatsoever, for he was possessed of that burning sense of mission peculiar to so many geniuses who have sprouted, seemingly, from nowhere and from nothing throughout the ages. He would unify a chosen people who had never before been politically one. He would purify their race. He would make them strong. He would make them lords of the earth.”

He laid out his full plans in Mein Kampf, a blueprint for how the war would proceed. If Western leaders at the time read the damn thing they wouldn’t have pursued the policy of appeasement, led by the British. The later performance of the Brits during the war was admirable, mostly thanks to Churchill, but it could have been prevented had they not let Hitler take over Austria, Czechoslovakia, and the Rhineland, whetting his appetite for conquer.

While a pass should not be given to the German people, imagine a politician feeding your ego by saying you’re a member of the master race who deserves more land and wealth after your country just got whipped in a war and had to bow down to concessions you thought were humiliating. Hitler was selling the dream and the people happily bought. The bitter irony is that upon the German defeat, “subhuman” Slavic Russians came pouring into Germany to begin the biggest mass-rape in world history of the so-called master race.

The book became more interesting as the war hit, but even then it focused more on diplomatic and political developments than battle action, giving you an eagle eye view on how statecraft is done. Very little detail is given to the major battles of the war. If you like battle scenes, this book will be unsatisfying.

The reader gets a clear picture of how Hitler’s disastrous decision to invade Russia spelled the beginning of the end. Here was a man who thought he was infallible and unbeatable, walking into the Russian war machine that, after some initial defeats, came back to crush Germany (there was a lol moment when the Germans realized that Stalin had twice the number of divisions they thought he had). Even when Hitler’s officers warned him about Russia’s power or his own stupid war tactics, he dismissed them. His judgement could not be questioned.

The Nazi terror wasn’t just against the Jews. The Germans literally enslaved conquered peoples to work in factories, camps, and farms. They also had a medical testing program that, for example, wanted to see how long a man would survive after being dipped in freezing water. The chapter on what the Germans did to civilians and POWs is a sad stain on the human race. Mass executions were the norm. Only the Germans, with their famed efficiency skills, could have killed so many people in such an expedient manner.

“Nazi degradation sank to a level seldom experienced by man in all his time on earth.”

Nazi Germany was a time for crazy people to shine. In most countries the medically insane are not given state power, but in Germany they were the cream that rose to the top. Sixty million people died as a result of Hitler’s war, about 2.5% of the world’s population.

This book contains no American propaganda saying that we won the war. While we played an important role, the Russians won it for the allies in Europe. The reason Stalin got so much of Eastern Europe was because of the immense sacrifice the Russians made in the war, more so than any other country.

What I liked most about the book was that it highlighted the mistakes that leaders made which contributed to setbacks and losses for their side. The 20/20 hindsight nature of history makes it clear to see how randomly made decisions can have profound consequences that weren’t previously considered. War really is a chess game that requires you to see several moves in advance if you want to come out victorious.

This isn’t a history book for newbies because of its exhaustive attention to detail. It’s essentially a Nazi diary that often gives you hourly updates as events unfolded, almost like watching a live news feed. It took a couple hundred pages alone just to get to the war. The minutiae was tiring at times when the author gave mini biographies on tertiary characters who played the most minor of roles, but it was always just interesting enough that I wanted to continue reading. If the point of a history book is to inform and transport you back into time, then this is one of the best there is.

King Leopold’s Ghost

This is a book about how tiny Belgium came to colonize the vast Congo in the early 20th century thanks to their crafty king. Using marketing and political genius, he grabbed a land rich in rubber, ivory, and minerals, enslaving the local population to fill up ships headed back to Belgium. Researchers estimate that 10 million Congolese died. Such a large percentage of the population had perished that the Belgians had to let up on their brutal methods to prevent their extinction.

Today’s consensus view is that what the Belgians did were horrible, but if we were Europeans living a couple centuries back, would we have thought slavery was evil? In another 500 years, what behavior that we do today, without question, will be seen as evil by humans of the future? How much are we a product of our times?

Initially there was little sympathy for the plight of Africans because they used slavery themselves. It made it easier for Europeans to write them off as “savages.” The great white man got little resistance in their efforts to “civilize” them, ironically by being uncivilized savages themselves through mass murder and torture, in particular the chopping off of hands as both a punitive and accounting measure. I find it interesting how every atrocity has its own flavor. The Nazis had the gas, the Communists had the frozen gulags, and the Belgians with the cutting off of the hands.

“In the Congo, as in Russia, mass murder had a momentum of its own. Power is tempting, and in a sense no power is greater than the ability to take someone’s life. Once under way, mass killing is hard to stop; it becomes a kind of sport.”

In perhaps a low point for humanity, the Belgian king brought a couple hundred Africans and put them on display for the world fair:

“When the king was told that some of the Africans were suffering indigestion because of candy given them by the public, he ordered up the equivalent of a zoo’s don’t-feed-the-animals sign. The placard said: ‘The blacks are fed by the organizing committee.’”

This occurred less than one-hundred years ago.

Some men who visited the Congo began to spread the word of what the Belgians were doing, leading to one of the most successful humanitarian movements of the 20th century. The second half of the book describes the series of events that eventually led to Congo’s independence. This is where the shining light of America—the CIA in particular—makes its appearance to keep corrupt dictators in power that are friendly to U.S. interests, with the Congolese forever suffering.

In the end this isn’t just a history book but a story of will, how one man from an insignificant country landed a colony the size of America east of the Mississippi to become exceedingly wealthy. He used much of that wealth to construct magnificent monuments that today will impress many foreign tourists in Brussels. On their organized tours through the capital, however, they will not learn that the targets of their many photographs cost millions of African lives.

“The urge for more can become insatiable, and its apparent fulfillment seems only to exacerbate that early sense of deprivation and to stimulate the need to acquire still more.”

An American In The Gulag

Say hello the real life version of 1984. An American working in Moscow’s United States embassy after WW2 was kidnapped on the street and declared a spy. He was put through unspeakable suffering and torture until being shipped off to the gulags where it became a game of survival. The U.S. government completely sold him out and even lied to his family about the circumstances involving his capture, all to maintain smooth American-Soviet “relations.”

In this book I learned what to do in case I get imprisoned:

• Keep yourself busy by creating little tasks, no matter how meaningless they may be.
• Try to outwit your captors to have the feeling that you still have control over your life. Don’t give them the satisfaction. (“I often wanted to cry for relief but I knew that if they saw me crying through the peephole then they would know I was beginning to crack.”)
• Review all your memories to take your mind off the suffering you’re facing.
• Never lose the will to survive. Many gulag prisoners dropped dead for no apparent reason because they lost that will.

What struck me about this book was how there was a system created for the sole purpose of crushing the human spirit. And it worked. It’s hard to comprehend how so many millions of lives were destroyed because of the power that Stalin was able to attain.

I highly recommend this book, especially if you’re the type of person who is prone to complaining about stupid shit and have lost touch with reality in your comfortable iPhone existence. It was one of the more powerful books I’ve read.

“I believe it was at that time that my eyes and my mouth began to settle into a grim cast which is still my normal expression when I am not excited or laughing, and even then I am told it lingers around my eyes. My iron mask never came off, and I can see that it never will.”

Worthless

This book is meant for guys in high school and college who have not received good advice on what to major in. It tells you which majors to avoid (liberal arts, business, psychology) and which to study (STEM), assuming you want a good income without depending on your parents or the government.

It is no accident that majors involving math have the best opportunity for employment:

“It is through math you will achieve financial stability and an increased chance of life-long happiness.”

Majors with math—particularly engineering—are hard and avoided by most college students. Even college administrators are eager to push you into a useless liberal arts degree because of the lower cost for them in doing so (no laboratories or special computers needed). Lots of parents let their students major in something dumb like Communications and then wonder why their kid can’t find a job four years later.

If the main source of employment for your major is teaching, like in philosophy or women’s studies, that means your field is a ponzi scheme that requires ever more students to keep it going. Ultimately, it offers no tangible value to society. The author cites starting salary figures to support his arguments, but one only needs to read a college graduate sob article to see that just about all the unemployed have a liberal arts degree.

“Why spend $5,000 a quarter on tuition to pay some old, bitter washed-up professors who got suckered into this “profession” 20 years ago to tell you about “Women’s Studies” when you can simply pick up a book at the library and read it for free?”

The author doesn’t pull any punches, trashing majors such as education, political science, and general biology. He holds strong contempt towards the university elite for not giving the young generation skills needed to survive on their own.

“The real reason they make you take prerequisites is to generate more money for other departments, notably departments of worthless majors. Understand worthless degree programs are like zombies. They always need new bodies to enter the program, otherwise the program goes away. So to ensure there’s enough demand to keep these worthless programs going, they force all of you non-worthless degree people to take some token class in those fields.”

I knew the author was plugged into the manosphere because of his many attacks on the women’s studies major (here’s his blog). If you have any doubt that the author is one of us…

“A ‘sexual abuse center’ or ‘shelter’ is usually set up on campus, not primarily for genuine victims of sexual assault, but rather to create jobs for otherwise unemployable women’s studies majors. Worse still, in order to receive additional funding these feminists will lower the bar in terms of what constitutes ‘sexual assault’ on campus to include innocuous things like an unwanted advance from a guy, thereby making it seem like there’s an ‘epidemic’ of sexual assaults on campus.”

The author argues that today’s economic stagnation is partially caused by kids picking the wrong field of study. Those who major in liberal arts become parasites on society because they take away value through their need of massive help in the form of government programs.

“It’s nice and kind to think about society and do charitable things, but the single best thing a person can do for society is simply support themselves and enjoy life.”

I’ve been out of college for ten years but still thoroughly enjoyed this book, which gave me a renewed perspective on the Occupy protesters and the anger they have at holding a psychology degree that can only get them a job at Starbucks. The finance industry should rightfully be blamed for raping taxpayers, but who should be blamed for educating American youth in majors that can’t get them a good job?

The first thing I did after reading this short book was buy a copy for my 15-year-old brother.

The Autobiography Of Malcolm X

This book chronicles his life from birth until his assassination. It’s primarily a biography but also throws in a lot of his beliefs and politics, much of which I read in Malcolm X Speaks. Here we get a good look at the events of his life that led to his activism.

One surprise of the book is his description on female psychology when he was essentially a gigalo to a white woman.

A woman should occasionally be babied enough to show her the man had affection, but beyond that she should be treated firmly. All women, by their nature, are fragile and weak: they are attracted to the male in whom they see strength.

…

Sophia always had given me money. Even when I had hundreds of dollars in my pocket, when she came to Harlem I would take everything she had short of her train fare back to Boston. It seems that some women love to be exploited. When they are not exploited, they exploit the man.

Yes, Malcolm X was a player. He toned it down after converting to Islam and becoming a dedicated husband, but he never forgot about a woman’s true nature:

Now, Islam has very strict laws and teachings about women, the core of them being that the true nature of a man is to be strong, and a woman’s true nature is to be weak, and while a man must at all times respect his woman, at the same time he needs to understand that he must control her if he expects to get her respect.

He correctly described the entitlement of American women:

I don’t know how many marriage breakups are caused by those movie and television-addicted women expecting some bouquets and kissing and hugging and being swept out like Cinderella for dinner and dancing than getting mad when a poor, scraggly husband comes in tired and sweaty from working like a dog all day, looking for some food.

If only he knew how bad things have gotten in 50 years.

Malcolm X has become a sort of role model for me, not as much as for what he did for black people, which of course was admirable, but for his relentless, fearless pursuit of the truth in the face of intense criticism and later, death threats. He had a cause that he believed in, that knew would lead to his end, but he kept going anyway. He wasn’t in it for the money or the women, but a belief on how a better world should be. If I can accomplish just 1% of what this man did, it would be something I’d be immensely proud of.

“I have been more reassured each time the white man resisted me, or attacked me harder—because each time made me more certain that I was on the right track in the American black man’s best interests.”

Catch Me If You Can

If you’ve never heard of Frank Abagnale, he was perhaps the greatest American con man of his time. He stole millions while impersonating a pilot, doctor, and lawyer, all before he was 21. Through uncanny street smarts and masterful social engineering, he was able to attain a high-wheeling lifestyle full of travel, women, and expensive clothes, solely by using his cons.

Even when he had enough money and could retire in some tropical locale, he kept doing things for the challenge and personal glory. For some men it’s never enough—they keep going until their ruin. Frank was caught and inevitably sent to jail, but he got a second chance in working for the government to catch guys like him.

The lesson I took from this book is to realize that every system, no matter how secure it looks, has a flaw which can be gamed. When I travel, I look for such flaws or loopholes in the dating culture, where a woman is likely to put out quicker due to some behavior you show to her. Sometimes I find it, sometimes I don’t.

I initially hesitated to read this book because I already saw the movie, but it turned out to be an entertaining read that did a good job of describing Frank’s motivations and thought while performing his brilliant scams.

“The transaction also verified a suspicion I had long entertained: it’s a not how good a check looks but how good the person behind the check looks that influences tellers and cashiers.”

“As long as a man knows what he is and who he is, he’ll do all right.”

From Pieces To Weight

I enjoyed The 50th Law so much that I went ahead and bought 50 Cent’s autobiography, focusing on his life before hitting it big with his first album Get Rich Or Die Trying. He talks about how he learned to hustle on the streets of Queens by selling crack, later applying those “business” techniques to when he wanted to be a rap star.

50 gives you a first person view of the inner city and how a life of crime, after doing the cost-benefit analysis, is the best option. Rising above the ghetto, while a romantic notion for those in the white middle class, has about the same odds as winning the lottery. I’m not saying that to excuse thuggery and law-breaking, but this book shows how much men are a product of their environment.

“When we got there, I saw a bunch of niggas with baseball bats and two-by-fours. A few niggas had knives and brass-knuckled fists; one guy had a dog chain. I couldn’t believe it. I was like, Awww, fuck that. Let me out—I’ma shoot all these motherfuckers just on principle. They were out there like it was the seventies, like we were going to rumble or some shit.”

It wasn’t as educational as 50th Law, but sort of like how 30 Bangs was to Bang, it gives you an idea how 50 developed his beliefs. I highly recommend it for its entertainment value, especially if you already like 50. I knocked it out in only a couple days.

“The hard times only seemed hard when I was going through them. Now, they’re just memories. Besides, if I didn’t go through the hard times, I probably wouldn’t be able to enjoy the good times.”

Ghost In The Wires

I’m not a hacker or computer programmer but I picked up this Kevin Mitnick autobiography on impulse. Surprisingly, I couldn’t put it down.

Like Frank Abagnale, Mitnick was always obsessed with finding a hole in the system. He started hacking into the telephone system and then later computers. Most of his hacks were not due to code but to social engineering, where he pretended to be someone with authority to extract secret information. It took a lot of charm and social know-how to pull of his hacks, something that is at odds with the stereotype of hackers being fat guys in the basement poring over volumes of code (though in the book he describes such guys). With his ability to create false papers and identities, to use cloned cell phones, and to gain access to just about any computer network, Mitnick came pretty close to a real life James Bond figure.

His hacker stories were interesting without being too technical. Only in a few instances did it really go over my head, but I understood them enough to get the main idea. When he wasn’t describing his hacks he went over the many stints he had in jail, including time in solitary confinement. Even when he knew getting caught again would send him back for a long time, he couldn’t resist one more challenging hack. Because of the way his brain was wired, he would find hacks when not consciously trying. Hacking became a part of him.

What interested me most about the book was the amount of failure that went into a specific hack. There’s a lot of “rejection” when you fail to get access or get discovered by a system administrator. Mitnick didn’t care—he just kept trying until he got in. If one approach didn’t work, he simply tried another. I notice this mindset in a lot of players that I meet.

His ultimate downfall was that his inability to stop hacking constantly supplying the Feds with clues. After getting caught for the last time, he served a few years in jail and is now rehabilitated as a security consultant. Entertaining read.

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As satisfying as flagging is, it can be hard to stay motivated once you’ve accumulated a respectable flag count. After you hit one of the two most important milestones (10 or 25), you’ll probably find the thrill fading away. I found something that gets the thrill right back: the flag sweep.

A flag sweep is when you get flags from a specific geographical area. The sweeps can be attained in a shorter amount of time than it takes to score a high number of flags like 25. Some sweeps are attainable in just one trip.

Here are some flag sweeps:

Iberian Sweep (2 countries)
-Portugal
-Spain

Aegean Sweep (2)
-Greece
-Turkey

Oceania Sweep (2)
-Australia
-New Zealand

Baltic Sweep (3)
-Estonia
-Latvia
-Lithuania

North America Sweep (3)
-Canada
-Mexico
-United States

Indochina Sweep (3)
-Cambodia
-Laos
-Vietnam

Inca Sweep (4)
-Ecuador
-Peru
-Bolivia
-Chile

Scandinavia Sweep (5)
-Denmark
-Finland
-Iceland
-Norway
-Sweden

Eastern Europe Sweep (6)
-Belarus
-Moldova
-Ukraine
-Baltic Sweep

North Sea Sweep (6)
-Belgium
-Denmark
-England
-Germany
-Netherlands
-Norway

Central America Sweep (7)
-Belize
-Costa Rica
-El Salvador
-Guatemala
-Honduras
-Nicaragua
-Panama

Central Europe Sweep (7)
-Austria
-Czech
-Germany
-Hungary
-Poland
-Slovakia
-Slovenia

Balkan Sweep (7)
-Albania
-Bosnia-Herzegovina
-Bulgaria
-Greece
-Macedonia
-Montenegro
-Serbia

Southeast Asia Sweep (9)
-Burma
-Indonesia
-Malaysia
-Philippines
-Singapore
-Thailand
-Indochina Sweep

Mediterranean Sweep (9)
-Albania
-Bosnia-Herzegovina
-Croatia
-France
-Greece
-Italy
-Slovenia
-Spain
-Turkey

Western Europe Sweep (11)
-Austria
-Belgium
-England
-France
-Germany
-Ireland
-Italy
-Netherlands
-Switzerland
-Iberian Sweep

South America Sweep (13)
-Argentina
-Brazil
-Colombia
-French Guiana
-Guyana
-Paraguay
-Suriname
-Uruguay
-Venezuela
-Inca Sweep

Former Soviet Union Sweep (15)
-Armenia
-Azerbaijan
-Georgia
-Kazakhstan
-Kyrgyzstan
-Russia
-Tajikistan
-Turkmenistan
-Uzbekistan
-Eastern Europe Sweep

You’re free to make your own sweeps. For example if you’re a history buff, maybe you’ll try the Axis Powers sweep (Germany, Italy, Japan, Sweden). Or maybe an Anglo sweep for countries where English is the primary language (Canada, USA, Ireland, England, South Africa, Australia, New Zealand). Even if you’re not a flagger, chances are you probably are close to completing one or two of the easy sweeps.

The only sweep I’ve completed is the Baltic sweep, but I have my eye on the Scandinavian, Eastern European, and Balkan sweeps. My hunch is that a couple of the sweeps above pop out at you as being worthy of your time. For example, I have no intention of doing any of the Western European or Asian sweeps, though the tough FSU sweep is whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

If you’re a travel newb I think the Inca sweep will actually be that easiest, least expensive, and most fun, though you may have to lower your standards quite a bit in Bolivia (I recommend you get your flag there in Santa Cruz where the talent is highest). The Iberian sweep seems easy enough but the quality will be low and difficulty high. The North American sweep shouldn’t be too challenging. The Baltic sweep used to be easy but it’s getting increasingly harder as sex tourism wrecks that part of the world. If you have a friend that can take a couple months off with you to travel, try a 5-7 country sweep.

If you didn’t have a project to do before reading this, I hope you have some ideas now.

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East European Women and the Battle of the Sexes in American Culture (PDF) interviews Eastern European women who have immigrated to the United States. Let’s begin with an EE woman sharing her views on gender roles:

I won’t refuse to be a woman in any way. On the contrary, I insist to be treated in a certain way, and I think I deserve it. You cannot have a man walking next to me and I’m carrying something heavy, and he comes and asks me to carry it and I would say, “No, I’ll carry it, because you know, I wanna show you that I’m as strong as you.” Give me a break! Of course he will carry it. He is three hundred pounds more than me, he has muscles… And if he comes, boy I appreciate it! (Bulgaria, age 35, 6 years in the US).

Only when I got to EE have I begun opening doors for women and helping them put on their coats. If I did this in America I’d be deemed a weak man not worthy of sex, but in EE this is a prerequisite to getting sex. Being chivalrous actually helps me get laid.

Giving compliments to EE girls (even generic ones like “You have a nice smile”) go a long way into winning their hearts and vaginas:

Many women also miss compliments about their physical appearance, which are common and are not regarded as sexist in Eastern European.

In America, a compliment is sexual harassment. You’re a creep who deserves to be fired. You can’t say nice things about her hair, face, or clothing. Even if you don’t work with her, such a compliment will close her vagina faster than a Venus fly trap.

East European women feel that in the US gender lines are blurred and the behaviors of men and women are very similar to each other. They are not always able to distinguish between men and women based on appearance, manners, or conversation.

Women acting like men and men acting like women. Denmark called—they want their Jante Law back!

The reason you should not listen to American women talking about “gender roles” is that they are lacking in clear gender. Would you ask a chicken how it’s like to be a cow? You could, but you’d get a better answer if you ask the cow. To find out the characteristics of a woman—a real woman— you have to ask one. They exist in South America, Eastern Europe, and Southeast Asia, in case you’re wondering. Some men tell me that real American women exist in rural Southern areas, but I have not been able to confirm this.

Just because a human being has a vagina, it doesn’t mean she knows what a woman is, just like how the majority of American men have no idea what it’s like to be a man, assuming we define a man as someone who doesn’t sell out his gender and even himself for a chance at mediocre pussy.

What does American culture do to relationships? Let’s have a look:

Gender-neutral treatment “sterilizes” relationships between male and female colleagues, and as a result East Europeans often lose interest in interactions with American colleagues of the other sex.

If EE women have maintained what it means to be a normal human female, which is what I argue, and they are unable to have meaningful relationships with Americans, that means that Americans are sterile humans. The American culture is dehumanizing, emasculating, and defeminizing.

Here’s what the women think of your countrymen:

EE women perceive American men as less masculine than men in Eastern Europe.

And also:

“That’s why it’s hard for me to date [an American man], because I feel I have to be the man of the relationship.”

American men have become so pussified that the most feminine women in the world feel like men when dating them. In other words, American men act like women. And how do EE women view American women?

EE women perceive American women as more assertive than they are, and they feel that American women “try to be like men,” “boss men around” (Albania, age 22), “try to dominate a lot,” “dress like men” (Bulgaria, age 35), and “expect to be treated the same way as guys” (Hungary, age 23).

American men who travel think American women are masculine. EE women think American women are masculine. How long will it take for these masculine women to put mirrors up to their man jaw and realize what they’ve become?

Here’s another statement that echoes my thoughts:

Participants believe that promoting gender equality means giving up women’s femininity.

Whenever I bring up the topic of Eastern European women, the first thing an American woman will do is say they are eternally dominated by horrible men, that I’m personally taking advantage of them by being a sex tourist who preys on impoverished women that have no free will. They barely stop short of saying that most EE women are sex slaves. This is despite the fact that they’ve never stepped foot into Eastern Europe. What they’re implying is that EE women are stupid and blind to see the heavenly light that is gender androgyny, of women acting like men. The study addresses this:

EE women are repeatedly told that they are oppressed by men even if they do not feel that way, and they are reproached for their acceptance of politeness from men.

American women are ragging on EE women for accepting compliments and flirtations instead of marching into the Human Resources office and filing a nasty complaint. American women are so combative they even get into arguments with EE women:

“[The American woman] implied that I didn’t understand what American feminism was about. I think I perfectly understand. And the other thing that struck me was her aggressive attitude. We weren’t discussing at a point. She was patronizing. She was telling me that I don’t understand. And I think I do understand. And I backed up, and I thought it was not worth it, because she wasn’t listening to me.”

We have a name for that: the rationalization hamster. She held onto a view that was brainwashed into her from studying a useless major in college and now refuses to change it no matter what. She is even unable to discuss it like a normal adult. While women are not known to use logic like men, I can tell you from personal experience that EE women are much less blind to opposing evidence. An American woman would rather get knifed in her vagina than change her mind concerning gender issues.

I have claimed that foreign women will become less sensual and feminine after living in the United States. The paper confirms this:

As a result the women become cautious around American men and avoid the use of touch during conversation with men entirely…

They seek to avoid cultural misunderstandings by becoming more gender-neutral and more impersonal. One woman from Belarus describes checking the language of her emails five times before she sends them to American men in order to make sure that she does not sound too familiar, because earlier someone broke off contact with her, possibly for this reason. They also avoid touch, gender specific topics in conversation, and sometimes they avoid interacting with American men altogether.

So she touches less, treats all men like coworkers, and withdraws from meaningful interactions. Sound familiar? Do you think you’d be more or less happy interacting with a woman who has these frigid traits? But wait, there’s more:

Because people behave in a gender-neutral way in most public interactions in America, East European women feel that part of their feminine identity is invisible or has to be hidden. They dress is a more informal and less feminine way when they are with Americans, because when they do dress and behave “like an East European women,” other around them seem intimidated and interact with them less.

EE women have no choice but to dress less like a woman so that haters don’t try to isolate her. The reason is because American women don’t want to compete with a woman who, you know, looks like a woman. Even though American women know deep down inside that men like feminine women with long hair, heels, sexy clothing, and pleasing attitudes, they refuse to act that way because they’re lazy, entitled, and want to be valued solely for their hamster brain. Today’s American woman rather masculinize the entire culture of women by shaming feminine behavior and spreading fat-is-healthy propaganda than grow out her goddamn hair.

“I cannot appear in a way that I really am, naturally, because the expectation that you shouldn’t be too personal and you shouldn’t be too feminine.”

Femininity is punished in America, and all those women who step inside its borders will transform, ever so gradually, to men. The sad part is that this effect is only partly reversible. Whenever I meet an EE girl who acts masculine, I ask her if she has lived in America or Britain. Most of the time, the answer is yes. Even once back in her homeland, she keeps a lot of masculine habits. She was been infected with a virus that has no immediate cure.

In America, you are considered a slave if you go out of your way to please men. EE women don’t feel that way:

“I enjoy certain activities. Why I enjoy them, I don’t know. Their assumption is that if I do cooking every day, I necessarily do it because I’m pressured by my husband. On the contrary, I enjoy to cook for him, and my favorite part of the day is when I serve the meal and we sit next to each other and we talk. I’m not pushed to do it, I’m not pressured to do it, I do it with pleasure, and I don’t want to give it up.”

It’s hard to imagine an American woman cooking for her man every night, let alone once a week.

The kicker is that this paper was written in 2004. Would you say that in the past decade American women have become more or less masculine? Have their attitudes gotten better or worse? If anything, this paper grossly underestimates the damaging effects that American culture does to women.

I’m not happy that we let the feminists and the elite de-feminize women and make them more like men. But for every action there is a reaction, and they are getting their reaction—their pimp slap—right now, of growing numbers of men who refuse to go along with the gender equality bullshit of putting up with women who don’t act like women. We will shame women who act like men. We will make fun of fat whales. We will punish women who have masculine behaviors. They changed the culture, now it’s our turn to do the same.

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Are you worried what would happen to your credit score if you miss a student loan or credit card payment?

Are you scared of getting sick?

Are you paranoid of leaving comments on web sites for fear that your employer or friends might find out about them?

At work are you tagged like a dog with an identification badge?

Are there things you want to do with your life but can’t seem to find the time?

Do you withhold your real views from people so you don’t damage your “reputation”?

Is the reason you are not starting a blog or writing a book because your identity might get out and hurt your employment status?

Do you believe it’s important to have professional and social responsibilities just for the sake of having responsibilities?

Think of something you bought in the last year. Was one of the reasons for making the purchase to impress other people?

Do you tell people what they want to hear?

Do you defend groups or organizations that do not defend you?

When you travel to foreign countries, do you withhold your whereabouts for fear that the authorities will come after you and your attempts to write a sex guide?

If you answered yes to any three questions above, you are a slave. Other people are living your life and thinking for you. Your existence is merely to serve them.

I see too many men who are house slaves but think they are free. They get a few crumbs from the master, get a little time off to go to the beach, and are even allowed to eat at the master’s table. They are happy not to be working on the fields, but they are still controlled and owned.

If you are a slave, can you think of ways to escape from the plantation, from the clutches of your master? What is one thing you can do tomorrow to put you closer to gaining your freedom?

What do you have to do to become your own man?

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You’re making deposits when it’s hard going and you’re doing approaches in new or tough environments. You’re leaning new things but making many mistakes. You’re working hard. You’re getting a return on investment that is less than what you’re putting in. Freebies are rare and accidental. But every Monday morning you go to the bank and jam everything you’ve earned into the vaults.

You’re making withdrawals when it’s easy. You’re not learning anything new. You’re not working hard. You’re getting softer. You’re doing what you already know to get results. You’re cashing out on your savings to have a smooth ride today.

For most of the eleven years I’ve played the game, I made deposits. I made deposits in the United States, in Colombia, in Brazil, and definitely in Argentina. Then I got to Scandinavia, where I noticed my pockets were much lighter every Monday I went to the bank. By the time I got to Poland, I no longer made deposits. I was cashing out large sums. I cashed out everything I had learned in the past ten years to make the pussy rain. It led to the most sexually enjoyable seven months of my life, a time I will never forget.

When I left Poland for the Baltics, I went to make another withdrawal at the bank but the teller said that there were insufficient funds in my account. Did I blow years of savings in just seven months? I went to another branch and they confirmed that my balance was zero. I couldn’t believe I was broke. For a second I thought I could keep making withdrawals forever, that I saved enough money to live fat and large until I died. I didn’t realize that ten years of savings can easily be wiped out in a few months of hard spending. I had nothing left.

I started to make deposits again in Latvia, working as hard as I ever worked. In Estonia I continued saving, though at a slower pace. In Lithuania I stepped up and saved some more. Then I got to Industrial Shithole, and let me tell you that I’ve never saved so much in my life. I’m earning so much that I’m making daily deposits. I’m studying the language. I’m building a social circle. I do approaches where there is seemingly no hope of success. The last time I worked this hard was when I was 22, when I had no money in the bank.

Either you’re making deposits, earning every lay with your blood and sweat, or you’re making withdrawals. Right now I’m making deposits. I can’t tell you when I can start withdrawing again. I don’t know if it’s going to be here or in another country, but I know that it will come, and it will be the best time of my life.

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If you want to boil it down to one sentence, here’s what they are teaching young women today: “Just do what guys do to you!”

Want to attract a guy? Talk about your awesome office job!

Want to get him more interested? Be witty, funny, and interesting!

Want to make him wonder about you? Neg him!

And as much as they made fun of The Game when it came out, they are now taking a whole chapter out of its playbook by negging guys so regularly that it’s becoming the main way American women “flirt.”

Women think, “Some guy used this on me once and I fucked him, so it must work!” They honestly think that men and women are the same, so that game must be interchangeable. It’s just a matter of time until they learn how to pee standing up.

The even bigger mindfuck is that a lot of guys out there have been tricked to think that he’s happier with a woman who has a good job, is witty, and busts his balls. But that’s another topic altogether.

Here is the secret to landing and keeping a man:

1. Spend most of your free time into improving your appearance.
2. Lower your standards.

Any possible problem a girl has with a guy is because she’s not hot enough for him. It’s as simple as that. I don’t care how mentally incapacitated a woman is, but if a man feels that she is much hotter than him, that she is “out of his league,” he will pursue her with everything he’s got and want to wife her up. If a Russian 9 wanted to date you but didn’t speak any English, I bet you’d speak your first Russian sentence in a week. Any possible complaints a guy has about a girl’s personality or character magically evaporates if he sees her as hot.

When a man asks a question about how to get a girl, he already lost her. When a woman asks a questions about how to get a guy, she’s not hot enough. Any questions?

Okay I see there are some hands raised in the hamster audience…

“But I really like this guy and he doesn’t like me.”

You’re not hot enough. Spend more time into improving your appearance and then lower your standards.

“I want a hot guy like my girlfriend has.”

You’re not hot enough. Spend more time into improving your appearance and then lower your standards.

“I work with this guy named Trevor. I give him a lot of signals but he doesn’t ask me out. What’s the deal?”

You’re not hot enough. Spend more time into improving your appearance and then lower your standards.

“Guys only want to have sex with me. What do I have to do to get into a relationship?”

You’re not hot enough. Spend more time into improving your appearance and then lower your standards.

If you’re a girl and have to think about “game” at any point in trying to get a guy, that means you are not hot enough for him and are aiming way too high. Otherwise he’d be chasing you with absolutely no effort on your part. Correct girl game is improving your appearance and lowering your standards.

What this means is that you will have to get a man who is less handsome than you are pretty. This is how it works in most of the world. You do not deserve a hot man because there is a 99.8% chance you are nowhere near hot (or even pretty, no matter what your friends say). You should be lucky that there is a man out there somewhere, ugly or not, who is willing to put up with your bullshit and neuroses. Take whatever you can get, and I’m not joking. Otherwise start building your cat colony.

Women in Industrial Shithole, my current home, are very sharp with their appearance. I swear that a 5 can make herself look like an 8 in the club, yet she’s with a 4 guy. They maximize their appearance and get someone who is still under their attractiveness level. You better believe that 4 guy is happy to land what sometimes appears to be an 8, meaning he will not stray or be aloof with her. The woman doesn’t need any game to keep him, because once all that makeup and hair is did, she’s a model to him. He worships her.

In America, you got 6 rating girls who look like 5s with their flip flops and short hair trying to snag an 8 guy. No amount of Cosmo reading or “girl game” is going to solve this problem. Hell, you can win the fucking lottery and still an 8 guy is not going to want to put up with your mediocre ass. Get a 4 guy, wrap him around your finger, and be thankful you don’t have to buy any more cats.

As you can see, the problem of finding a man has nothing to do with game or there not being “good men” left in the world. The problem is that women have grown up in a fantasy culture that teaches them that they can get a man more handsome than they are pretty, something that has not regularly happened in the course of human history.

To all the future cat ladies reading me: simply improve your appearance, aim low, and you’ll never again have to worry about game or keeping a man. You know you did well when your dude is ugly enough that everyone thinks the only way he got you was because he has a big dick.

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Unfortunately, he told her about my blog. It was upsetting to her since she was a diehard feminist, as most Swedish girls are. Our subsequent chats consisted of her bitching me out about my sexist beliefs, so I was forced to remove her on Facebook and block her on Skype. She’ll become important later.

Henrik adamantly refused to take my advice on dating a new dream girl he had met right before I came to Copenhagen. She proceeded to dump him after the second date, before they could do more than kiss. He was much less responsive to my ideas than when we were in Rio. It seemed that spending a year in Copenhagen with his old friends had caused him to fully regress to being a nice guy.

For the first month, Henrik and I went out one or two nights a week, reliving some of our Rio days. We joked about how our friendship was unlikely since we believed essentially the opposite of everything, especially women. He was a romantic beta who wanted a long-term relationship, and I the shallow gash hound who just wanted to fuck something for the night.

Over the next few weeks, I started to develop a mild resentment that he didn’t see things the way I did, even when I led by example. How could he not come to the same conclusions I had? Why did he insist on spitting a game that made it harder to get with women? A crack in the friendship developed when one night I got angry at him after he pulled me away from talking to a girl at last call. The reason? He was “bored.” He wanted entertainment while I was focused on getting laid.

I tried my best to rationalize how much his friendship meant to me, but now he was doing actual harm. I began to see only the negatives. Instead of bickering with him like my instinct was telling me, I realized that with only one more month remaining in Denmark it would be best to just take it easy until I left. There was no point burning a bridge when in all likelihood our friendship was going to dissipate anyway.

One night I convinced him to go out with me to a bar. He met a tall Polish girl. They connected quickly and the following Friday he invited me out to dinner and drinks with her and her friend. It sounded like a four or five-hour affair, so I asked him to send me a picture of the friend. If she was at least a 6, I’d go. She turned out to be a beast, so I told him, “Thanks, but no thanks.”

Then he disappeared. I didn’t hear from him in more than a week, even though we had been contacting each other almost every day. He finally messaged me to say he was going on a two-week trip with his buddy Paul to the Middle East.

During the three weeks I didn’t see him, I experienced a hot streak. It felt like pussy was falling from the sky. I was getting so much more going out alone than with Henrik as my wingman that I began thinking hard about our friendship. I concluded that we were friends because of my loneliness, not because we were a good match.

In no way did I blame him for not getting laid. I take full responsibility for my sex life, but his absence made me realize that I no longer needed him, or any other guy, to help me meet women. I didn’t need a guy to put me in a social mood, and I didn’t need him to wing me. A can of worms opened up where I asked myself what was more important to my life, friendship or casual sex.

Fast forward a month to my last Saturday night in Copenhagen. Henrik came back from his trip and I was genuinely excited to hang out with him for what would probably be the last time. He told me he had invited one of his friends for my goodbye celebration. It turned out to be the same Swedish girl who had beefed with me online.

I was annoyed, but tried to keep a positive attitude, saying I’d be nice to her. I went to my favorite bar and told him to meet me there.

While waiting alone, I talked to three friendly Danish girls, one of whom I took a liking to. Our conversation was going well when all of a sudden an ugly hog came between us and started stroking my arm.

“Excuse me, but I’m having a conversation with someone,” I said to her.

She didn’t move. I increased my volume: “I can’t talk to you right now, so can you please move?” I wasn’t surprised because it has actually happened before where Danish beasts had come up to me and refused to take no for an answer. Then I saw Henrik out of the corner of my eye, laughing. It turned out that the beast was the Swedish girl.

I put on a fake smile and politely asked the Swedish girl if she would move so I could resume my conversation.

“You don’t like me, do you?” the Swedish girl asked.

“You’re very quick.”

“But why not?”

“Look, I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t like you, and now you’re interrupting my conversation with someone. Leave me alone.”

She walked away while giving me the middle finger. I resumed my chat with the Danish girl. Ten minutes later, the Swedish girl interrupted us again.

I looked at Henrik and said, “Hey buddy, thanks a fucking lot for bringing this stupid bitch here on my last night. That’s how much my friendship means to you, huh?”

“I’m not a bitch!” the Swedish girl shouted.

“Yes, you are. A stupid, ugly, fat, cockblocking bitch. Now get the fuck out of my face.”

“Don’t try to intimidate me!”

Then Henrik said, “Don’t talk that way about my friends.”

“So now she’s your friend and I’m not. Okay man, I see how it is. Well you know what? She can fuck off and so can you.”

“You’re just being angry now,” Henrik said.

“No shit I’m angry. What kind of friend are you? You know it’s my last night and you bring a girl who gives me shit and then cockblocks me. You disappear for a week because I don’t want to go on some lame double date. Fuck all that.”

“And do you know why I disappeared on you? Because I was trying to teach you the value of friendship for not wanting to hang out with me and my girl’s friend.”

The bar was dark, but my face was shining a molten red. I felt ambushed, like it had been his plan to start drama with a girl he already knew had been giving me problems.

I said, “Hold on, let me get this straight. You ditched me because I didn’t want to waste a Friday night with your girl’s ugly ass friend? Are you my dad, trying to teach me a lesson?” I took my phone out of my pocket, removed the SIM card he had given me when I arrived in Copenhagen and threw it at him. “Take your fucking SIM card and go fuck off with that ugly fat bitch. FUCK YOU!”

Did I overreact? Possibly, but I didn’t want a friend who was capable of making me that upset. Our friendship, spanning two continents and seventeen months, was over. They walked away and left the bar.

The Danish girl I’d been talking to witnessed my temper tantrum, freaked out, and also walked away. I was no longer in any mood to talk to girls. I just wanted to go home, but it felt like that was what Henrik and the Swedish girl would have wanted. I decided to stay. In the next hour, I slowly got my mood back. I focused on drinking vodka from my spot, making small talk with the guys and girls around me.

I started chatting with a 28-year-old woman. Things were going well, but then I got into a heated argument with a drunk Danish guy who almost pushed me off my chair as he tried to get a drink at the bar. I told him to stop, he didn’t, and we were on the verge of blows until his friend broke it up. He was considerably bigger than me, but I had so much anger bubbling underneath that I was ready to fight and get beat up. The Danish woman walked away. Scandinavians are a peaceful bunch that don’t like displays of violence or aggression.

I was very edgy, but tried my best to remain calm. I knew I was failing when a gay guy came up to me and said, “Man, you look really pissed!”

Two ugly girls approached me but I didn’t indulge them for long. It was getting late and I was losing hope. Sure, my mood could’ve been better, but there just weren’t any cute girls to talk to. I sat in silence for what seemed like forever, stewing about the night’s events, when two young girls came into the bar. I forced myself to approach.

“You guys don’t look like you’re from here,” I said. I went through the motions until a conversation hooked. I ended up talking to the blonde while her brunette friend flirted with the bartender.

The night before, I stupidly told girls I was leaving “in a few days.” I went home alone, without a number or a kiss, the first time I’d gotten absolutely nothing since flying solo without Henrik. I’m positive my knightly honesty was the reason why. I find it weird that even when a girl wants a one-night stand, she needs to be able to rationalize it by saying to herself that a relationship could have developed.

I learned from my mistake. When the blonde asked me when I was leaving, I said, “I live here,” even though my flight was scheduled to leave in four days. Twenty minutes later I was making out with her while the friend was making out with the bartender. I bought a round of drinks and soon it was almost five a.m. I asked if she wanted to go. She said, “I can’t leave without my friend.”

Her friend told us she wanted to wait for the bartender until he was done closing the bar. Of course she didn’t want to wait alone, so the three of us sat on a bench outside, in the cold, for an hour.

My girl was falling asleep, so I talked gibberish to keep her awake. Finally the bartender came and took the friend away. I said to my girl, “Do you want to hang out at my place for a little while?”

“Yes, but we can only sleep.”

“That’s fine,” I said. “I’m tired anyway.”

We walked to my apartment.

Once on my bed clothes began coming off, but I was getting a shitload of resistance. She said, “I’m not very experienced at this.” She was 18 years old.

I said, “We can take it easy and slow, no rush.” Then I uttered the biggest lie of the night: “I want it to feel good for you. I’m not worried about me.”

It worked.

The poor girl was so self-conscious that she didn’t even like it when I looked at her pussy to do the insertion, and insisted on leaving her shirt on. Centimeter by centimeter, I worked it in by feel with the help of about a gallon of lube.

I can assure you that the sex didn’t feel good for her, but toward the end I could get some rhythm going and actually busted my nut. Then I saw all the blood on my bed.

The sex was awful, but I didn’t care because wounding that 18-year-old pussy left my dick hard until she left. I don’t know why, but the fact that she was thirteen years younger than me aroused me tremendously. She asked if I wanted to hang out again and I told her maybe, but I’d be out of town for a while. I didn’t feel at all bad or guilty about what I did.

I never spoke to Henrik again.

P.S. My newest book is called 30 Bangs. It's about 30 of my bangs. Click here to learn more about the book.

In my game books (Bang & Day Bang), I have the average reader in mind. I want the game there to be generic enough that most men will be comfortable using it, but at the same time it should be effective. I’ve omitted a lot of things I do that would not help the average reader, but some of you are curious as to how I currently operate. In this post I want to share my night game formula to help guys who are trying to find their own style.

For a few months in my youth I became addicted to Counterstrike, a game where your team has to kill everyone on the other team. The weaponry you choose should depend on how best to get your opponent in the chosen battlefield. A machine gun or pistol is best for close combat while a rifle allows you to camp behind an object and snipe from afar. Other players hated sniping so much that many matches had a “no sniping” rule. They didn’t think it was fair to be attacked by someone who had superior reconnaissance or tactical skill.

Today I run sniper game, where I process a lot of information in a particular venue to land an easy kill before I run out of ammunition (energy). My goal is to do no more than 3 or 4 approaches before landing a solid prospect. Here’s what I do…

1. Careful venue selection. This isn’t just picking a bar versus a club, but the right type of bar or club. If you think back to where you’ve pulled the most girls, that venue has a lot of qualities which, for whatever reason, helped your success. This can range from the loudness of music, lighting, dance floor size, crowd personality, and bar layout. I find that venue selection is more important than the ratio of males to females. I can more easily pick up in a sausage fest of my favorite venue than a poor logistical venue that has a better ratio of girls.

2. Careful spot selection. Once you find your favorite type of venue, the next step is to find the best spot within that venue. If you like dancing approaches, your spot may be somewhere on the dance floor. If you like talking approaches, it will be near the bar, but where near the bar? There are always a couple spots that people seem to congregate around. Maybe it’s a choke point or where the bartender gives more attention to customers. It’s the spot where if you freeze into a statue all night, you’ll have at least five golden opportunities. When I go to a new venue, I give a new spot about one hour to prove itself to me.

3. Reconnaissance of the females. After settling into my spot, I observe the women. On any given night, there will be two or three that I really want, and maybe five others that I’d bang. All are fair game for an approach, as I won’t pass on a bangable girl for a shot at a “dream” girl. I carefully study each girl. How many people is she with? Is she drinking? Does she seem more interested in dancing or talking? Is she looking around the room? Does she have a ring on her finger? How is she responding to guys who approach her? Is she moving in a sexual way that suggests she wants male attention? Is she more engaged with her friend(s) than the crowd? Is she making eye contact with me? From this study I guess which girl or two would be most open to having sex with me on that night. I keep a stalker eye on them (using my peripheral vision, of course).

4. Wait for opportunities with good candidates. While alone, I wait in my spot for the handful of girls I’ve identified as good prospects to come within reach. I tap her on the shoulder and say my line. I do not engage her friend or group. I can interact with her friend a bit later, but in the beginning I want to see if she is willing to have a 1-on-1 conversation. If not, then either she doesn’t like me, has a boyfriend, or wants to spend time with her friend. Depending on the venue, it may take some time for these approaches to go down.

In the past I’d spray my machine gun all over the place, approaching any reasonable chick, but my close ratio was quite low because I wasn’t evaluating the prospects beforehand. By carefully picking targets and approaching them casually in my sphere, I work less but get more.

Now there is nothing wrong with walking up to the girl you want to approach when she is standing at the other side of the bar, but my success rate is far higher if I wait for her to come to my house. In America, where guys approach like mad, you do not have this privilege and will have to be more proactive, but in Eastern Europe I can wait a while for a girl I’ve noticed to come to me, safe in the knowledge that not only will other guys not approach her, but if they do their game will be amateur hour. On the nights where my spot is not magnetically drawing the girls I want, I slither to her area like a snake to do the approach, but only after my spot has failed to show results. I do not overvalue any one girl in the club—whichever girl comes to my house first will get the goods. In effect, I reward those who either consciously or unconsciously want to stand near me.

5. Screen your candidate. I establish a fun conversation and then grind her through my fuck funnel to see what exactly she wants (i.e. if she’s DTF). Within 30 minutes I’ll have a good idea if she wants to make friends, kiss, go out on a date, or fuck. If I guess we don’t want the same thing, I wind down the conversation and excuse myself. If we do want the same thing, then game on.

6. Run standard game. My favorite type of venue in Eastern Europe is the small club that almost feels like a bar. I find dancing to be important with Eastern European women so I cycle through dancing and talking throughout the night. Sort of like how you may take a girl to two different venues on a date, each cycle of dance and chat distorts how long she feels that she knows me. Within 60-90 minutes, I will go for the kiss on the dance floor assuming everything is running smoothly. After another hour or two, I will try for the venue change to another bar or my apartment. The only two variables in this entire process is if there are girls hot enough that motivate me to snipe and if they are feeling my vibe.

Here are things I DON’T do…

I never sit down. Sitting down is like putting on a pair of handcuffs. Not only does it make you lazy and tired, it limits your range of motion when a girl comes within your sphere.

I do not engage in group chats. I will be friendly for 30-60 seconds with her friend, but I will not start a side conversation by asking that friend personal questions. Girls who insist on you getting to know her friends are not serious about getting to know you. This is common with young girls.

I do not do dance approaches. I find that dancing is a poor way to screen out girls. I can dance for 30 minutes but at the end of that not know how she is like and what her intentions are. I need to communicate with words to establish if the prospect is solid enough. I want the bang, not a number.

I do not talk to male patrons or ugly girls to warm up. I only talk to the bartender and girls I’m attracted to. My warm-up occurs before I enter the club when I watch an episode of Seinfeld. Making random friends with guys is a great way to get your ass cockblocked later on, especially if the guy doesn’t know how to approach as well as you do.

I do not run around the venue approaching every girl in sight. Other girls will see this and be reluctant to indulge in your approach later on. The only exception is when last call has arrived, I have no solid prospects, and the club is dying out. Then I approach at will any girl within sight, running around like a monkey to do so (monkey game?).

Sniper game is for guys who don’t like to dance much, prefer to talk, have generally low amounts of nightlife energy, and prefer to roll solo. It’s something I’ve gradually settled into over the years because it suits my personality best. With enough years in the game, your style will evolve to the point where you can actually name it. Until then, you still have some time until you optimize it enough to reach your true night game potential.

P.S. My newest book is called 30 Bangs. It's about 30 of my bangs. Click here to learn more about the book.

Not surprisingly, my motivation to study Russian for over two hours a day has been sapped. I want to get back to writing. My newest book 30 Bangs has been well-received and next up is Bang Poland. Then I’ll have guides on Latvia, Estonia, and maybe Lithuania. Currently I’m thinking about writing a memoir for my experience in Industrial Shithole. I don’t think I work hard, maybe only a couple hours a day, but I work steady, and those couple hours easily translates to a few hundred thousand words a year.

I can’t help but notice a lot of changes in how our beliefs are being perceived. Our ideas are becoming more popular—you can see them in comments to articles published in mainstream outlets. Women are getting a lot of pushback for their feminist beliefs, their bad attitudes, their poor appearances, and their male shaming. I think this will only get stronger. We haven’t won anything yet, but really we have. The cat is out of the bag and it’s not going back in.

Right now I feel more hopeful than ever for my fellow man, even if it’s over for me. I’ve now lived outside of the States for nearly three years total and have no interest in living there again. If you’ve experienced what I’ve experienced, I’m sure you would feel the same. Still, I know a lot of you are stuck in the States, and I want to help you find happiness in the sausage fest you can’t yet escape.

My main goal right now is to act as an ambassador to the outside world, to be real with you on how things really are when you step out of America and its fantasy culture that fights reality and biology. I will do this by sharing my stories and experiences as I live in one country to the next. Instead of only teaching you American game, something that is becoming more distant to me, I will teach you world game.

It turns out that game is not much more different than a language. You could try to speak English when you land in Colombia, and you may be understood, but you will be able to communicate better if you learn Spanish. American game can work in many places, but it’s best to learn the correct local game from the start. This is what I’ve been doing, and I will continue to share with you what I discover about these new “languages.” I will tell you how real women are like and the type of man they want. I will tell you everything.

Class for the new semester begins on Wednesday.

P.S. My newest book is called 30 Bangs. It's about 30 of my bangs. Click here to learn more about the book.