Monday, November 13, 2006

Bring on more immigration!

600 NEW JERSEY AVE, WASHINGTON, DC - I am all for immigration. Legal, illegal, whatever. Stick with me here... it all comes down to the existence of the "wingman."

I am not entirely certain that this is the "wingman creed" I would have drafted. Nevertheless, Benjamin Franklin wasn't overjoyed with the Constitution either, but it was good enough for him.



Doesn't it suck that we *need* wingmen? American women are pretty much the worst on the planet. They can be ok, and even incredible, but if you can get outside this country and hit on some girls elsewhere, be ready for a treat. Ok, in Asia, its all about the benjamins, because if a girl is in a bar in Asia, at least in Thailand or Indonesia, and most of Singapore, she's there looking to fuck you for a few bucks.

I'm not talking about that.

Sweden is awesome. If you've never been, then you'll be saying "of course it is." No, its not all big Swedish Bikini Team tits flying around will-nill. On the contrary. Swedish broads are generally pretty conservative, and there are a fair number of homely Swedish chicks. But, on average, yes... they're a damned fine gene pool of hotness.

But that isnt why I love them.

In Sweden, you walk into a bar or a club. You see a girl you want to hit on. You say "hello" or "hej" (pronouned "hey"), and strike up a conversation. No matter how hot, wealthy, or whatever it is never the cunty showing off for her friends crap you can get here.

Next, you offer to buy her a beer. This is where it gets awesome. Every time I got shot down in Sweden, which was about 80% of the time (not bad odds if you ask me), the girl would politely say "if you want to invite me for a beer, I would like that, but understand that I am not interested in you."

Holy fucking shit.

THAT made it worth the $8 for the beer right there. But it gets better.

THEN, in the majority of those situations, the girl would take the beer, and while drinking it, keep chatting with me... and THEN would go get a friend who she thought *might* be interested in me. And in those situations, the kill ratio was amazing.

Yes, Swedes dont understand the term "wingman." They dont understand why you would need one. When a chick turns you down in Sweden, she goes and gets you a consolation prize - which can sometimes be hotter than the original target. AND you get the "I've already pre-interviewed him for you" recommendation. That shit is like a teflon loaded armor piercing round.

Better yet -- they dont mind fucking you within a few hours of meeting you. They might not. Swedish broads are not as slutty as you may think. But they are definitely not hung up on what their friends will think, or on how many dates they need to wait to fuck you. I only had a girl hold off one night, one time, when I was there. Why? Because she hadn't thought she would be getting laid that night and she was embarassed that she hadn't shaved her pussy in 2 weeks.

Sweet.

Dont even get me started about latinas.

American broads really need some re-education. They wonder why we dont have a woman president. When Swedish women run the country, even the Islamic republic of Indo-fucking-Nesia, and Paki-motherfucking-Stan have had female leaders... do you really think it is sexism that keeps them out of the presidency?

No... it is their cunty fat friends that do that. American men would be fine with a female president. Shit, we all have a mom. We never really mind mom telling us what to do. Every frat house has a "house mom," and every group of stoners has a "trip mom." We love moms. We certainly wouldnt mind having a "national mom."

On the other hand... American women are so fucking uptight that we really should just carpet bomb the country with ecstasy and diet pills for a month.

And that is why I am all for immigration. Dilute the fucking attitude with some lovely Latina "taking care of you baby" or some Swedish honesty, or some fucking asian "pretend I'm submissive, but this is how I control you and you dont even mind it" shit.

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