It’s been over a month since I started my hiatus, the longest I’ve ever taken. In that time I dived head first into the Russian language. About four months after I initially started studying it, I banged a girl using Russian only. It was a glorious bang, one that kept me high for several days after. It only took a few hours from start to finish, but that’s not counting the 100+ hours I studied. The more work you put into something, the more you appreciate the reward.
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.