More Readers Who Have Escaped Amerika
February 10, 2010
Bernard (Indonesia) I was born and raised in Houston, Texas, the oldest of six children, the son of a politician, and the product of exclusive private schooling. I grew up in a monstrous house and had virtually anything I could want.
By my mid-teens, I had learned more about politics and history (my father was an historian) than most people learn in a lifetime, and all of it was repulsive. At 17, I ran away from home, never to return. I spent the next few years backpacking around the world and living in Europe. I gained vast life experience that no textbook can ever convey. I slept under bridges and in bus stations, or on the open ground in the middle of nowhere. I went entire days without anything to eat and met people from the very lowest station in life to the highest. When I returned, I entered a Catholic monastery and became a Benedictian postulant at the tender age of 21.
After a time, I was asked to leave for a while because of my youthful age. They felt I needed more experience before I could choose such a life. Maybe they were right, or maybe that was all I needed, but I never returned to that life. Instead, I went on to university and got my degree in Communications, and had a successful career in media. I had built up a good life for my family with a house and cars and all the things that we all consider important.
Then my wife committed suicide and destroyed our life in the process. I lost nearly everything, and the rest I cashed in to fight CPS [Child Protection Service] which hovered over my children like buzzards waiting to pick their carcasses. Completely impoverished after two years of legal battles, I had come full circle back to nothing.
DISILLUSIONMENT
Through all of this, I received a continuous message: "Get out now!" I had become completely and thoroughly disgusted with America and all it had become. A friend had offered sponsorship and work in Indonesia for some time. At the end of my rope, I took the offer. I sold the very last of my belongings, bought a ticket and landed in the strangest and most amazing place I have ever known. In the past two years, I have found a new wife, purchased some land and we are building a small farm in the mountains south of Jakarta.
More importantly, I have rediscovered my faith. Not religion, mind you, but faith. All religions, in my eyes, are money factories and hypocritical support systems for a privileged priest class. What I have discovered, and continue to discover, is the unity and peace of knowing God within. I don't need a church, I am the church. I don't need rituals and ornaments, my daily meditations are more than sufficient. I no longer see different religions, I see the same message on different channels. They all point the same way using different signs and languages.
I have rediscovered women. My wife is humble and submissive. When I make a decision, there is no further discussion or complaint. I do my job to provide us with a good life, and she does hers to provide us a good home. We are both happy. I now know how empty and dead Western women are, and how unfulfilled and unhealthy Western men have become. Don't misunderstand. My wife is a strong and intelligent women with a good career, but I am the spiritual and titular head of the home, and it is very empowering for both of us.
I have come alive in ways I can never explain. Planting seeds, caring for livestock and butchering my own food brings a satisfaction that can only be experienced once you let go of the Great Chase. Westerners spend their entire lives chasing gee-gaws, thinking the next one will bring happiness and contentment. In reality, as fast as you buy one gee-gaw, a newer and more desirable one comes along. It is an endless chase and one which creates deep tensions in families. Everyone is so busy chasing rainbows that they have forgotten that real happiness is sitting around the dinner table with the family and talking. And that is free. It comes with every family.
I see many Westerners now with That Look in their eyes. They are starting to wake up to the dead end careening towards them. They are scrambling for answers Out Here Somewhere. I wish they knew that the Answer has been with them all this time. Look inside, past all the noise and trimmings and cascades. It's right there and it has been calling you for a long time. I hope some start listening. It's time to stop cutting bait and start fishing.
Paul -- (Taiwan)
I'm having trouble telling the difference between a man and a woman these days back in Canada. Women talk, dress, and act like men. I don't want a "man;" I want a woman. In Japan, on the other hand, they talk, dress, and act like women. The foreign women can't compete with the Asian ladies at all. Don't believe me? Ask a man who has lived in eastern Asia for more than a year. Think they'll want to marry a western woman when they come back?
I believe one of the reasons for this
feminist attitude is the immorality that had been propagated by the
media that brain-patterns women to be self-assertive, independent and
even to develop a sense of self-worship. I look at (not watch) shows
like sex and the city, and the soap operas, and the women on there make
me sick. People were meant to help and care for each other, and to be
with each other for long periods of time, not just for "recreational"
purposes. It's terrible for society, especially the children.
Kevin (Brazil)
I recently spent 2 months in Brazil and love it there.. I also met an amazing woman.
The woman I met is like no other I have met in the USA..
She loves her parents (still married), wants a family, has model
looks, loves to cook, works,does not drink or smoke, and enjoys simple
things.. Love is of extreme importance to her. I already trust her more
than any American woman I have dated. I do not have to play games to
keep her interested..
It is almost hard for me to believe women like this still exist,
as I have dated so many American women who seem to either think guys
are "needy" if they want to see them, proclaim how they "do not need a
man", are promiscuous, and basically have little class.
I have told some American women about my current girlfriend, and
their minds are so warped that all they can think of are negative
possibilities.. "She wants to come to the USA!.. She wants money! She
cant really love you! She will want to come here and live in a
mansion! " etc etc One jealous female even referred to foreign women as
"mail order brides"..
I am glad to read I am not the only one feeling like the way i do..
Shayne -- (France)
Today I awoke much earlier than usual, and ran off to a French government office to ask for a little income supplement to help me through the coming year. As I climbed on the 47 bus in a flurry of snowflakes, at an hour when I'm usually sawing logs, I felt a little heavy-hearted... after all, dealing with the government and civil servants is not usually a task one labels as fun.
Well, how wrong I was on that matter. I had a truly enjoyable session at the government office. After a mere 20 minutes of waiting, which I used to straighten out my document case to some extent, I was received by a lovely lady who took me to her office (neat, clean, perfect in fact) and proceeded to make my morning very pleasant. The French social workers are almost always female and almost always very attractive females. Call me Lucky!
In this case I was received with a huge smile, and then the lady had all the time in the world for me, no matter how many people were by then in the waiting room waiting to see her. I watched the snow drift by her window as she began to create a 'dossier' or file for me with the computer on her desk. She swiveled her monitor so that I could see the screen clearly, and then enlisted me in the job of filling out the hundred or so fields which were required. So, the two of us sat there in that nice, warm office, smiling and laughing, working like a couple of high school kids on my 'dossier' so that it would pass inspection.
..............
By the way, the effort was hardly wasted, because once we'd filed my 'dossier' she informed me that within 14 days I should start receiving a monthly check into my post office bank account. (!!!) The amount will be almost the equal of the retirement check I get every month from American SocSec... not that much... but with the French equivalent they've just allotted to me, suddenly I'm a more prosperous retiree by far.
Imagine a European government giving financial help to an American! And smiling while filling out the form for him! Sure, it's because I have three French children, two of them still quite young, but nonetheless, God bless the French!
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Shayne -- (France)
Today I awoke much earlier than usual, and ran off to a French government office to ask for a little income supplement to help me through the coming year. As I climbed on the 47 bus in a flurry of snowflakes, at an hour when I'm usually sawing logs, I felt a little heavy-hearted... after all, dealing with the government and civil servants is not usually a task one labels as fun.
Well, how wrong I was on that matter. I had a truly enjoyable session at the government office. After a mere 20 minutes of waiting, which I used to straighten out my document case to some extent, I was received by a lovely lady who took me to her office (neat, clean, perfect in fact) and proceeded to make my morning very pleasant. The French social workers are almost always female and almost always very attractive females. Call me Lucky!
In this case I was received with a huge smile, and then the lady had all the time in the world for me, no matter how many people were by then in the waiting room waiting to see her. I watched the snow drift by her window as she began to create a 'dossier' or file for me with the computer on her desk. She swiveled her monitor so that I could see the screen clearly, and then enlisted me in the job of filling out the hundred or so fields which were required. So, the two of us sat there in that nice, warm office, smiling and laughing, working like a couple of high school kids on my 'dossier' so that it would pass inspection.
..............
By the way, the effort was hardly wasted, because once we'd filed my 'dossier' she informed me that within 14 days I should start receiving a monthly check into my post office bank account. (!!!) The amount will be almost the equal of the retirement check I get every month from American SocSec... not that much... but with the French equivalent they've just allotted to me, suddenly I'm a more prosperous retiree by far.
Imagine a European government giving financial help to an American! And smiling while filling out the form for him! Sure, it's because I have three French children, two of them still quite young, but nonetheless, God bless the French!
http://www.superbloggers.com/
http://blogs.ittoolbox.com/dw/architect
Larry said (February 12, 2010):
Hi just a word of my experience. I had an international business with an office in Singapore, Denmark, Greece and Home office in San Francisco. I love Asian women and some are terrific, but be careful. I met what appeared to be a beautiful charmer from Communist China....I found out too late she was a Red Guard Officer...She was a true Mata Hari...unfaithful a thief.. an ally cat had better better morals. She cost me my life work my business my home and my sanity.. The courts did not believe me as I am male and older...she got everything. I finally ended up with our eight year old son and homeless on the streets of Oakland...20 million net worth to homeless...be careful Larry, after taking everything i worked for all my life she found another rich idiot and is working on him BE CAREFUL looking to get out out of this shit hole usa but where to go at 72?