My seven months in Poland caused my standards to increase to stratospheric levels. The Baltics had a higher talent pool to satisfy that, but I was approaching less because of the winter. It didn’t help that the women were harder. I estimate I was getting laid at a 50% decreased rate.

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.

A lot of people ask me which Baltic country is best for a visit. If you’re like me, you’d think that all three countries are similar, but after my nearly four months in the region I noticed a surprising amount of variation between them. Of course I’m not talking about architecture or food—my main field of study was the women. Here’s a breakdown of how they stack up…

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.

This is a guest post by Athlone McGinnis.

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.

I want to share a game program for those of who are starting from scratch, regardless of age. It’s not meant to turn you into a Casanova, but it will quickly take your game above the mainstream average. It’s also useful for beta males who just got dumped. Every step in the program is essential and must be followed if you want it to be effective. Here we go…

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.

For millions of years, the worker ant has been following a genetic program to serve its queen. To maintain a harmonious society, it commits its life in the hive to one of hard labor. It’s good work but not always easy.

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.

Beta males are hoping. White knights are hoping. Feminists are hoping. Believe it or not, some of your friends and family members are hoping. They want you to fail because your success is their failure. It reminds them of their laziness, their poor work ethic. I’m sorry to tell you that they all want you to fail. Their subtle jabs and withholding of encouragement are aimed to keep you in an inferior station. No one wants to see someone rise at faster speed than themselves.

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.

In a neverending quest to optimize my fuck funnel, I’m always looking to correlate a girl’s answers to my questions with her sexual behavior. If girls who eventually fuck me give the same answers to a specific question, I will look for that answer in the future.

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.

On the heels of being denounced by the Southern Poverty Law Center, I recently received the following email from enforcement@turismo.gov.br, a domain that leads to Brazil’s Ministry of Tourism. It was forwarded to me, my domain registrar, and the “abuse” address of my host. It’s the first time that a government organ has contacted me in regard to my writing.

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.