MORAL OF THE STORY
WHEREVER YOU GO — THERE YOU ARE.
Getting a wife from another country is one of the most foolish things you can do. If you think that’s the solution, you’re missing the point entirely. You’re trying to run away from your own issues with women instead of working on them. You’re acting like a complete loser who refuses to take any responsibility for making a change. I’ve encountered plenty of guys like this over the years — whiners who blame everyone else for their problems.
Seventeen years ago, Submike used to come over and clean the publishing office in Medford, Oregon. Back then, he was an old, overweight guy who didn’t exactly smell fresh, still living in his mom’s house in Talent. Despite all that, I have a soft spot for Submike. He’s been in the scene for about 50 years, full of knowledge, and was a good friend.
But things took a strange turn when he started sending all his social security checks and whatever he made from odd handyman jobs to a Filipino family. He was trying to get one of them to marry him, and he did. He didn’t even need a passport — just kept sending remittances, and eventually, they sent a woman over.
Now, does that mean Submike is getting lucky all the time? Not at all. He’s so scared of his wife that he just sits around, taking her constant belittling. Plus, she’s working two jobs to send money back to her family. It’s like a case of financial domination. Some people, I tell you…
Then there’s this other fat fuck who signed up for my Tantra program. He’s got two boys and some Russian chick in Argentina. He posted a photo of himself, fat as can be, and he doesn’t give a damn about his weight. He won’t do a thing to get in shape, and that’s probably the real turn-off — along with his conceited, grandiose view of himself.
Anyway, he bends over backward for this Russian chick who’s just lounging at home, milking him for all he’s worth. And he’s still a fucking loser. Nothing’s changed — he’s still the same fat fuck loser he’s always been.
Maybe he should get a personal trainer and lose the gut so a woman can find his dick.
Let me tell you about Andrew’s dad, who had a Russian girlfriend back in New Jersey. When he died, this woman was like a vulture. She was digging through his pockets in the hospital, pulling out cash, and snatching every last bill. She even yanked off his jewelry, shoving it into her purse. When Andrew got there, his dad’s body was still warm, and he saw her rifling through his things. He screamed, “Where the hell is my dad’s wallet?” as she looked up with a smug grin, her hands still covered in his dad’s blood.
Alright, here’s the takeaway: if you’re old and out of shape and decide to bring a young bride over from overseas, she’s probably just waiting for you to kick the bucket so she can move on and find someone else. And if she isn’t already, she’s probably got her eye on someone else to hook up with.
No matter where you run, you can’t escape yourself. There’s no changing who you are — unless you come to me and I tear you apart so brutally that I strip every ounce of weakness from your soul. I’ll break you down so hard, you’ll forget what it means to be a pathetic little bitch.
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