I am fucking gutted….. My boyfriend has decided to split up with me.
He think’s that our age gap is too big, what, with me being 25 yo and he being 19.
I wish he told me that 10 years ago……
It’s interesting that this joke is worth a chuckle when written as-is , but if I flip it and rewrite it as such … “He think’s that our age gap is too big, what, with me being 19 and he being 48” then the comedy of the situation is replaced with a creepy pedophilia type of overtone.
Yet that’s the case in a majority of all Thai – Foreigner relationships. Suddenly there’s no comedy or creepiness, it’s simply “ok” to which I ask … Why is it ok?
Why would a near 50 year old single – white – professionally employed male from a commonwealth nation shack up with a 20 year old impoverished Thai girl?
Well with the attractiveness levels of women around where he lives being quite a bit lower than pickings in my part of the world, he’d probably have to settle for a meth head who serves Kraft dinner to get a decent lay in his country. Someone who has more colonoscopy results than financial results at his work desk really should have more on his mind at this point in his life than fueling his pedophilia like desires, buy hey, if there’s grass on the field – play ball, right?
You guys ask me all the time “what kind of a man do you want?” Tongue in cheek answer … I’d say ‘one that wouldn’t consider fucking donuts simply because they have holes in them.’ What can I say, you men set the bar so low for yourself that an answer like that isn’t that far from the truth.
Having been exposed to a copious amount of ex-boyfriends, especially my latest, makes me realize all over again that the main function of the male species is the the manufacturing, distribution, package and marketing of bullshit. Of the three manufactures of present day bullshit, religion ranks a pretty high third place losing only slightly to the second highest producer : government .. any fucking government. So knowing that, long ago I came up with these two rules of how to shed my life of all bullshit :
- If the person speaking doesn’t have a number on the back of a jersey , I don’t believe anything the person has to say. Not a word.
- Don’t watch sports.
I’m whistling by the graveyard on the last one as I just bought mlb and nhl for Jaa’s kid (to get him off my notebook for Thanksgiving break) and I have picked up a rudimentary understanding of American Football lately not to mention I’ve kind of sort of been following the All-Blacks in the Rugby World Cup. That’s far from watching sports though I wouldn’t mind if I did because it’s the only thing that men can agree to never lie about, whether they watch or play. Thus, rule #1.
But when it comes to bullshit, I have to drop to my knees in awe, and raise my hands to the sky in fucking awe of the biggest source of bullshit in the world : Men trying to get laid. Notably : aging over the hill men who can no longer get laid in their own country without paying for it. Sadly, the minority of such men are the ones who accept their age, admire the women around them and then go home and jerk themselves off.
The alternative?
The alternative course of action for this cesspool of aging men – is to get up from their accountants desks, make up a fake Facebook account that promotes a delusional younger version of themselves, book the closest hotel to Nana Plaza and fill it with wall to wall barely legal whores.
And you Americans say “all men are created equal” … stunning bullshit.
If it was just left at that … a pedophilia toned sexual immersion shrouded in anonymity, that’d be tolerable. After all, not many of these guys call mom while their dick is still wet and say “ma, I’m 5 years from retirement and I just fucked the shit out of a broke 19 year old, are ya proud of me?”
It’s when these fucking creeps start smoothing the path to bring these university freshman girls back to their country so they can then call mom and say “ma, I’m bringin’ home a girl 60 years younger than you for dinner … and then making her my sex slave” … that’s when this guy stops being a sexual predator and fulfills his true calling in life by becoming : A Bastard.
Naturally, every bastard needs a bitch. A really stupid girl, one who really bought into the “its ok to be poor” kool-aid sold here and plays the unofficial national lottery called ‘fuck a foreigner to freedom’.
Luckily for these kinds of guys, my country is is a virtual KFC Chicken Farm of lottery players. It took me all of 3 minutes to find this Craigslist ad, but truth is : whether it’s advertised or not, almost all pussy is for sale here and can be bought. It’s sad that of the two kinds of women in the world, the minority of us are the ones who don’t need a man since we found out we can survive on our own. But how can one even have the foresight to approach life with that mindset when we’re taught from childhood to not think for ourselves and instead encouraged openly to follow a man and have him take care of us.
I’ve spent a great deal of time this week while recovering from my surgery reading up on American ghetto life stories and seeing if they compare to village life here and from what I can assess, both lifestyles don’t really compare equally I think. For instance, I don’t think a black American child clinging to subsistence living in a Detroit ghetto has the same number of barriers to break down to being able to escape to a better lifestyle. From what I’ve read, American schools all seem to be homogeneous … “school’s free so here’s the books, here’s the curriculum, good luck” which compares differently to “school costs money, and primitive patriarchal societal rules dictate that the male gets to go before the female, but that’s ok because the girl is expected to find a man to take care of her anyways.”
Let’s guarantee every family has 6-9 kids by not teaching about family planning or safe sex which will ensure perpetual poverty, which creates the perfect self-fulfilling environment of not having enough money to send every child to school, which leaves women less educated than men, which leaves us dependent upon males and too stupid to do anything about it.
I mean, it’s jaw dropping at how stunningly effective the system has indoctrinated itself. Growing up in the village has a hopelessness to it that would compare equally to any world oppression that’s occurred if not for the sheer brilliance of having the affected not only be unaware of their plight but to fucking embrace it.
Luckily I never drank the Kool-Aid.
Telling a village girl that there are these magical people called “foreigners” who come from the second star on the right and straight on ’til dawn – who – will take a girl to actually live in one of the amazing places we see on the TV set … well, it’s just such a curious thing. The fantasizing of such a story isn’t that far off from how tribal chief’s would tell tales of the ‘white man’ back when we lived in an aural-oral society. (hey Dr.Green, I’ve been waiting forever to find a place to use that, that one’s for you.)
Sorry, a little shout out there to my most interesting University professor abroad who taught the most interesting class ever, even though at the time my English allowed me to understand only 20% of what he was saying 🙁 Thankfully he sat with me for hours after class on many different occasions and explained his lectures to me – perhaps wearing a thigh high skirt had something to do with the amount of time he’d devote to me in his office 😛
But I digress. Where was I? Ah yes …
So we have this cute little baby sheep who’s stumbled out of the forest looking for the path to this second star on the right and she’s being scoped eyeball to eyeball through a shotgun – being held by the motherfucker bastard foreigner who’s got his finger on his dick … err, trigger. In this case, I’m not talking about all of you, I’m talking about one particular motherfucking bastard – and one particular stupid bitch whom I tried to save from being shot.
Being a Thai lady trying to play the foreigner lottery is difficult at best. It’s because you guys know that If you have money you can fuck her no matter how stunningly hot she is. Stupidity means weakness and being weak means you become prey. If this wasn’t the case, I wouldn’t be living in the sex cesspool capital of the world.
Aha, but I’m the bane of existence for foreigners seeking their female prey as no amount of money can buy me or any girl who thinks like me. Especially when after your taxes are paid, I make 3 times as much money as any of you foreign accountants or lawyers , go figure that – a ‘lil stupid ‘ol Thai girl : my oh my. To me, working 8-10 hours a day as a tax accountant or a tax lawyer – and then losing 1/2 of all earned money to tax is like getting fucked in the ass by the boss’s cock 😛
Ya so I do quite well on my own thank you very much, I’m the last girl that’s ever going to be made to be a sex slave for one of these fuckers. What a bullshit lifestyle these guys are peddling and they can get away with it because for the bitch they’re after, there simply is no other alternative. Well there is. She can choose to work in the factory 12 hours a day for $7 pay for the rest of her life, I mean …there’s that.
I know personally a lot of girls who are married and some even not married, but stay with the foreigner in his country because they hope and believe that her man will faithfully give her money and she will have realized the lottery winners life of dreams where she’ll have money, maybe even enough to send back to her family and rescue them as well. I can tell you absolutely that to each one of them, they don’t give a flying fuck where he’s from, what his job is, how old he is, or what his behavior is like. That’s why you often see a 22 year old girl allowing herself to be groped by a man old enough to be her grandfather.
They’ve been sold a fake ticket, each and every one of them, save one.
The fact is, if you are a girl and you can’t speak your husbands language but opt to go live in his country, how can one communicate with his family or friends? If the guy is of any social class back home, would he even venture to introduce her to anyone in his inner circle? If the girl didn’t even go to school here in the first place, how can she hope to find any sort of job there whatsoever, or if she’s assumed the housemaid role, then how can she have the skill to go buy food for herself if she’d get hungry?
Well of course they’ll all answer the same just as they do when I bring it up to them on their Facebook pages, “it’s very easy I just wait for my husband!”
That uniform reply is the very definition of ROFLMAO (rolling on the floor laughing my ass off)
So let’s get this straight shall we. You go to his country yet you can only stay in his house and wait for him to patiently to give you some money – which he does once an appropriate amount of washing, cooking, cleaning and most importantly – fucking has been done in exchange.
Hmm, let’s call that for what it really is: A fuck slave.
Isn’t it?
Luckily, guys who are looking for fuck slaves are a dumb lot. Always looking to trade up to a better quality of sheep – and in their eyes I’m the gold ribbon superstar sheep that they all want to fuck, so to get one of these fucktards to lie to their girlfriends enough to come sniffing in my backyard is as easy as dangling a potato chip in front of a fat kid. Using my sexy-as-fuck ass to get these guys to bite at supporting me instead of their other girlfriend is a truly wonderful thing, as I long ago came up with a way to fuck these guys over in a way that hurts them more than blowing their balls off with a shotgun would.
Truth be told, I’m more than fucking bitter that years … goddammit … years of bullshit texting, talking, emailing – and all that was involved in my latest sting blew up in my face by accident. That’s fine, I have other ways to destroy that fucker’s life. But it was this setback that left me thinking … “if I have a deadly virus, why the hell would I try to infect people one by one, wouldn’t it be better to go all Scarecrow-like and infect the entire world?”
So as I’ve hinted at before, I’m indeed one of the principal shit disturbers in a private closed locked Facebook group of girls that totals over 300,000 of us – and the focus of the group is to warn our kind by exposing these playboy bastards for who they are. Hell there’s even copycat groups out there now so the total is well over a million of us chicks who are in the know.
But fuck. All that’s done until lately was alert the sheep of the wolves that have been spotted so they can be avoided.
What was needed was a way to show the sheep they can indeed slay the wolf. How? Simple, one must simply disguise themselves as a wolf in sheep’s clothing to draw them in. So I’ve recently – August to be exact – posted a step-by-step post of how to slay the wolf instead of hiding from it. I’m so unbelievably happy with myself that as of this week we’ve collectively slain our 100’th wolf in what has been just a little over 2 months time 🙂
By kill … I mean , I’ve taught the sheep that if these guys are all Al Capone, all we have to do is be a group of Eliot Ness’s. So what we’ve done is fucked up their ability to sponsor anyone to visit his country for 5 years.
All we have to do is get these guys to sponsor us for any type of visit be it marital, educational, tourist, whatever – it’s all gravy. As once they’ve signed on the bottom line and that ever so sweet visa comes back as being APPROVED , fuck ya. They’re done. Rip up the plane ticket and send it to them by mail with the photo of his other sweetheart – then sit back and watch these guys first go ape shit mad when we announce we have no intention of going, nor did we ever. Then, be it weeks or months later, get to enjoy it on a much larger scale of rage when they finally see what the master plan was all along and they’re little fuck toy can’t visit until she has bona fide hair she can grow on her pussy. It’s like enjoying a destructive tremor before the full blown earthquake hits.
A pittance you say? Well considering that the average age of these guys is 50 something years stupid, adding 5 years of having to travel here to be able to fuck pussy either puts them over 60 or close enough to it that their “ick” factor virtually triples in value by the time they can lure a sheep back home again. It’s not so much of a direct hit as it is a shot across the bow saying “fuck as many sheep as you want, but pick the wrong one and it might just be the sheep that’s fucking you.”
jaa xx
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Funny, thought-provoking, and insightful – all in one post.
“he’d probably have to settle for a meth head who serves Kraft dinner to get a decent lay in his country.”
This was especially funny considering I just ate a box of KD like 3 hours ago :p