Don’t Let an Anglobitch Strangle the Life Out of You

I just pulled off this awesome mini-vacation for around $500. That much money wouldn’t be enough to get started on if I had an Anglobitch tying me down. As I make my way through my last two months in America before returning to greener pastures abroad, I decided to head out West for my usual week off, after 3 weeks on the road earning “freedom money” in my semi.

I will say, on this trip and as a social observer, in Las Vegas and elsewhere I enjoyed watching guys who had one of these Anglobitch parasites attached to them suffering through their trips while I enjoyed mine, because I did whatever the fuck I wanted without the huge overhead expense that comes with having a snarky chick in tow. I’m convinced cutting these girls out of your life (except having a few friends with benefits) is the best thing a man can do for himself.

They just ain’t worth it.

YouGoGrrls and feminists enjoy parroting the line “I don’t need a man!” as they scurry off to jobs that exploit them on the corporate plantation. We hear it day in and day out, as women try so hard to put men in our place. But really, men need to start realizing the wisdom in the maxim “I don’t need a woman!” That simple statement is life changing. Why try to keep one around as a pet?

Become a “Naughty Nomad” as Mark Zolo and I have both done.

Learning the truth about females means realizing abundance mentality is where it’s at. Anglo women, unfortunately, aren’t worth much investment beyond the time it takes to get their clothes off. Women in America have become nothing but an albatross for today’s man. All risk, all demands, and no rewards.

Why get one-itis for someone who costs so much and gives so little back in return? The truth of the matter is there are just too many women and too many options and too many ways to get their candy without sacrificing one’s life and wallet and freedom for it. Don’t get emotionally invested in women. It’s a trap.

As I made my latest sojourn across the Desert Southwest the past few days, I realized I wouldn’t be doing anything I’ve done this year  – like visiting a brothel, banging non-pro chicks left and right, spending a month in Asia, spending a week in Playa del Carmen, spending a week in Las Vegas, and coming soon, spending a week in Curaçao, a month in Colombia, and returning to the Caribbean to live for anywhere between 6 months to 2 years if I had an Anglobitch weighing me down with her incessant need to consume.

What would be happening instead? Let’s just analyze this recent trip without going into detail about the rest of my swinging, free-wheeling lifestyle.

She would be complaining about the fact I have constantly been in motion since parking my big rig last week. When I go, I go at my own pace as a man, which is about 100 miles per hour. I love to explore and “aprovechar el tiempo” as my Spanish friends say. She would be complaining about the cheap (but clean) motels I stay in. She would be pushing me to consume crappy, overpriced corporate food (like the ersatz Bubba Gump or Señor Frog’s at $70 for 2 people, i.e. something with a stupid brand name on it) rather than eating simpler meals. She would be complaining about me spending time in the natural world rather than the churches of consumerism she worships. She would be pushing to go shopping for worthless crap to waste money that could instead be spent on experiences.

If I didn’t supplicate to her demands, she would buzz off like a vulture and find another provider module to exploit. Or, I’d have to expend mental energy putting her in her place. What man has got time for that nonsense?! Until women can provide more value than just sex in a relationship, that’s all women in America will ever be to me. Sexual entertainment. And aggravating, pricey, demanding sexual entertainment at that.

Perhaps it’s the vantage point of having half a lifetime of experience with hoes that allows a man to adopt this attitude. Realizing women have done little more than strangle the life out of him as each one attempts to pull her pussy lips over his head and suffocate him by cutting him off from his interests, his need to explore and seek novelty in life, his friends, and spending his money rather than him spending it, a man is freed from his innate desire to keep a woman around.

The Anglobitch only oppresses masculinity, because in this culture the belief is she “deserves” every ounce of a man’s productivity for herself because she’s endowed with magic anatomy. That’s really pretty fucked up. And a product of Anglo culture more than any other culture I’ve experienced.

As time wears on, I am growing confident that an income of $20,000 a year is enough for the enlightened man to live a fantastic life on if he decides to live part time abroad, adopts minimalism, and rejects the life plan commanded of him by women and consumer culture. The typical Anglobitch would waste more than that on recreational eating, clothes, and other assorted materialism.

But, as TNMM has pointed out before, it doesn’t take much for a man to live on. There are two ways to be rich: One is by acquiring much, and the other is by desiring little. Desiring little is where it’s at. Which is why the Anglobitch must be avoided like the plague she is. Don’t let the financial predator into your life.

The entire world will literally be your reward.

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