Cheap Pussy, Stale Chatters and Pattaya High Dives

[Vung Tau, 8/17/22]

In Tirana on 6/1/21, I interviewed a globe combing 41-year-old American, Jonathan. Though savvy, Jonathan was also a bit reckless, so had gotten into a few icky situations, but that’s to be expected from true travelers. Constantly wading into the unknown, they nose rub disasters.

In Thailand, Jonathan had a misadventure, “A few of the blokes had warned me of a scam going on in that particular town. The locals would wait until you rented a scooter and had a few beers at some local bar, then, when you scooted off home, they'd put three teenagers on a shittier scooter than yours and drive full speed into you. The cops would conveniently be nearby to handle the proceedings.”

Refusing to pay the fine plus hospital bills for his three “victims,” roughly $3,000 altogether, Jonathan had his passport confiscated and told to wait for his trial. With a second passport, Jonathan fled the country, however, only to return just a month later because he thought that trifling incident had been forgotten.

The allure of Thailand was too great. Grave mistake. Jonathan ended up paying $5,595, not too bad, but only after two anguished weeks in prison. “The Thai jail is not a place I'd want to return to. I was new so I had to sleep with my head directly next to the open toilet in the corner, my head getting kicked every time someone went to shit in the middle of the night.”

Great meals are even more memorable to those who’ve eaten shit, more or less. Fed nothing but gourmet fares your whole life, everything collapses into caca, more or less.

Two days ago, Jonathan showed up in Vũng Tàu, so I’ve dragged him to some fantastic yet cheap restaurants with no English menus. Though this is his 8th visit to Vietnam, Jonathan’s finally experiencing downhome Viet cooking.

While leisurely putting away grilled clams drenched in oil with bits of scallion and peanuts, or boiled pork belly dipped in fermented shrimp paste, we talked about how royally fucked the world has been for over two years, with much worse to come. Yes, we’re being culled, but just as with the Khmer Rouge not that long ago, the smart ones, yes, there are still some left, are being eliminated. Our overlords don’t want those with enough brain cells plus balls to challenge them.

Methodically eliminating us, they sit back to enjoy the show, for those not starved or Jewjabbed to death can still whack each other. Why do you think Jews stoke both the woke rainbow coalition and angry white pussies? It’s a riot!

On Unz, they’ll get orgasmic again at the prospect of Trump’s return, while Common Dreams and CounterPunch can focus their fools on the left’s favorite bête noir. Meanwhile, the Jewjab genocide, deliberate destruction of food supplies and climate engineering continue. Consult Dane Wiggington’s weekly broadcasts for updates on that front.

They sprayed Vietnam’s skies more than half a century ago, and whatever they’ve done to Vietnamese, Laotians, Iraqis, Afghanis or Ukrainians, etc., they can do to you. Agent Orange, depleted uranium and now Jewjabs, for their science is relentless.

Though you’ve been conditioned to enjoy carnage or even torture on screens, they dig it in real life. What’s the point of ultimate power if it’s merely fictional? Do it for real, man! Fuck that baby!

Once you’ve seen and fucked everything you wanted, you desperately need, not just want, novel thrills, so knocking off billions is a worthwhile challenge. Compliant and complicit dumbshits don’t deserve any better. Good lawd, their stupidity makes gorillas blush. Plus, it will even save Mother Earth.

The Po, Rhine and Yangtze are drying up. Record droughts, floods and forest fires have become routine. Species go extinct hourly. When was the last time you spotted a bug other than cockroaches? Morons and fleas shall inherit the earth.

Compiling photos of American bars for a Vietnamese book, I’ve been thinking and talking about low end boozing in the USA, which has its roots in Mother England, of course. Having been there much more recently, Jonathan told me the new trend there is to get coked up after a pint or two, so my image of a warm village tavern with its homey couches, cute kids, shaggy dogs and robust singing is no longer quite accurate. Their ornate facades remain, so that’s something, but inside, it’s mostly a rabble of well-tatted, blimpy and bleary-eyed blokes with their noses frequently powdered.

Jonathan also spoke of a Vietnamese acquaintance who sobbed in horror upon her first sights of London. Oh come on, damsel, it’s no worse than San Francisco, Los Angeles, Phoenix, Philadelphia or Boston, etc., and Brixton is ten times nicer, cleaner and safer than any American ghetto.

Wanting to experience all countries on earth, even barely recognized enclaves, Jonathan has visited a hundred, but he thinks international travel will be phased out, if not banned outright, soon enough. Net zero and all that.

We must be murdered or grounded so the rich can have more sky, land and sea. If stuck, Jonathan and his wife would rather be living in East Asia, with Penang or Bangkok their preferred choices, though a pleasant, mid-sized Vietnamese city like Vũng Tàu or Dalat wouldn’t be bad. There is more social cohesion and less crime in East Asia than elsewhere.

Though many whites have come to East Asia to find love and family values, to reestablish normalcy, in short, most are merely here for the cheap pussy. Michel Houellebecq has probed this theme well, so check out this overview from his Platform of 2001:

Just next to the bar, I found an outdoor restaurant, where I sat and had a plate of crabmeat and rice. At almost every table sat a couple, composed of a western man and a Thai woman. Most of the guys looked Californian, the way you imagine Californians to look, or at any rate they were all wearing flip-flops. Actually, they could have been Australian—it's easy to get the two mixed up—but whatever they were, they looked healthy, sporty, well-fed. They were the future. It was at that point, seeing all these young-beyond-reproach Anglo-Saxons with their brilliant futures, that I realized just how important sex tourism would be to the future of the world. At the next table, two Thai women of about thirty, shapely, generously proportioned, were chatting excitedly. Two shaved-headed English men who looked like postmodern convicts sat opposite; they barely sipped their beers and said nothing. A little further along, a couple of German dykes in dungarees, rather chubby, with buzzed red hair, had treated themselves to the company of a delightful adolescent girl with long black hair and an innocent face, wearing a colorful sarong. There were also a couple of lone Arabs of indeterminate nationality, their heads wrapped in the sort of tea towel you see Yasser Arafat wearing when he's on television. In short, all the rich or moderately wealthy world was here, all answering "Present!" to the gentle and constant roll call of Asian pussy. The strangest thing was that you had the impression, the minute you set eyes on each couple, of knowing whether things would work out or not. More often than not, the girls were bored, wore sulky or resigned expressions, glancing around at the other tables. But some of them turned their eyes to their companions in an attitude of loving expectancy, hung on their partners' words, responded eagerly; in such cases you could imagine things going further, that a friendship might develop, or even a more lasting relationship. I knew that marriages were not rare, especially with Germans.

Myself, I didn't much feel like striking up a conversation with some girl in a bar; in general these conversations, overly focused on the character and price of sexual services to come, were a disappointment […]

In short, all the rich or moderately wealthy world was in Thailand and other Southeast Asian countries for their cheap pussy, but this situation will be reversed soon enough, Jonathan claims. Already, many whites are being priced out of Bangkok or Pattaya by richer Chinese, Japanese and Koreans, and white pussies are increasingly available in the Far East. Check out Busan’s Texas Street, for example.

[Busan, 3/16/20]

Jonathan, “You’ve got to understand. Most of these guys are living on a small pension, maybe 1,500 bucks a month. They’re only retired bus drivers from Birmingham or sewage guys from Belgium. Chased out of Bangkok, many went to Phnom Penh, but even that has gotten too expensive, so they went to some Cambodian village, except there’s hardly any pussy left in those places.” All the pretty whores have scampered to cities.

Among whites still in Pattaya, many are leaping, or being tossed, from balconies. Told of this phenomenon by Jonathan, I found this knowing discussion at Asean Now:

Avrock, “What's up with all these jumping off balconies in Pattaya? It seems quite frequent also. What might be the reason behind such incidents there? Maybe the lifestyle that ends up in regrets & sense of failure… I'm curious because Pattaya seems to be a desirable place for a dive by many foreigners.”

BudRight, “Before someone says that the rate is no higher than elsewhere, consider that between 1999 and 2009 the suicide rate in, say, California was 9.4 per 100,000.

“There are about 40,000 expats in Pattaya, so if the rate was the same as California one would expect about 3.76 suicides per year.

“There's probably that many per week in Pattaya, at least according to the Royal Thai Police, but let's take very conservative number of 1 per week.

“Even Guyana, with the highest overall rate in the world, is only 44.2 per 100,000 per year, working out to one every three weeks if it had the expat population of Pattaya.

“Whatever environmental factor would explain the difference, it would have to account for a rate about three times higher than the next highest in the world.

“It seems much more likely that the Royal Thai Police commonly misclassify deaths as suicides when they are not.”

Colinneil, “A lot of ex-pats come to Thailand and get carried away with birds, booze and partying, etc. Then they wake up to the real world, monies gone and alone, depression kicks in. What to do now? Some end it by jumping, some die at the hands of others. Police find it easier just to say suicide.”

DMC1, “I've personally known 2 guys who committed suicide in Pattaya. Neither were residents but chose to do it here:

German guy mid-forties recently lost his high paid job back home. Went out one night took a load of pills & then placed a plastic bag on his head until he suffocated. Suicide note written months before stating his intentions and found by his younger brother in Germany after the suicide. Lovely guy, never expected it.

English guy early twenties. Hanged himself in a sitting position from his hotel balcony rail. This was definitely related to Thai GF problems. Really sad, I remember having to help his close friend deal with the Embassy while still on his holiday & have to call his family members.

i claudius, “Retired guys come here, live alone, not a lot of money, health problems, no safety net like the West. Holidaymaker comes here, meets young hooker, thinks he is the love of her life and gets rooked (I am seeing it at the moment, he is blind to it) can’t take it. Lots of lonely people here, also many losers. You would not think it, but there are. Can’t get on at home, same here. It’s the easy, fast way out: the Pattaya high dive.”

JESSVANPELT, “One has to Understand the majority of the men who come here are not psychologically or socially fit to begin with, so it does not take much negativity in their lives to set them off. Consider this the place where the misfits come to die.”

uthaithanirules, “Police aren’t going to distinguish or even look for a head injury that occurred moments before a balcony fall.”

When Western currencies collapse, East Asia will stop being a cheap vacation or retirement option for most whites, though many will still come, for they have a God given asset that needs no training or development. In fact, the less it’s developed, the more it’s valued.

Decades on top has given too many whites the illusion the rest of the world was just there to be bombed or fucked. Intoxicated with such hubris, they never noticed that they themselves were the biggest whores, for Jews.

So cowed or brainwashed, they won’t even have balconies to leap from, for they themselves are dismantling, gleefully even, an edifice that took their forefathers millennia to build, at such cost in blood, courage and steel.

Ranging over so much, our conversation somehow veered to Antwerp, a city I much love. “But is has become a dump,” Jonathan informed me. “It’s almost as bad now as Brussels.”

“No way!”

“Yes fuckin’ way.”

Since the veil has been rent in stages, a sort of striptease, many never noticed, so that, even now, they don’t flinch at the horror, the horror!

[Vung Tau, 4/21/22]