
The Dutchman: red, flabby, extremely dangerous.
Dear reader, I come back from my voluntary exile to the Indonesian archipelago with distressing news. During my journey, I uncovered an evil breed of White men and women (previously unheard of). A breed of Europeans that only inspires disgust and contempt. Indonesia is for surf and cheap whores, period. Only one part of the coastline is good, the south; and the further away one goes from the island of Bali the thinner the crowd and the cheaper the whores.
Half way through my tribulation, I made it to Pangandaran, a small town located on the southern coast of West Java. Pangandaran is blessed with reasonably good waves and the locals are poor enough to engage in the most refined and intricate debauchery for under ten (10) American dollars (including tips).

The Benchong: harder, better, faster, stronger.
I went to the Bamboo Bar at around 8.15pm my first night. I figured it was an opportune time to enjoy a cold beer and gauge the local “night butterflies.” It is then I encountered the devil’s children. White, flabby, spectacles-wearing, account manager-looking sons of bitches in beige pantaloons and light blue or lavender shirts.
They were sitting around the tables in groups of five or six, male and female, sipping Guinness or Heineken, and occasionally bursting into laughter for reasons I did not understand. They spoke English with Dutch, British, French, and even German accents.
They said they came here to “experience the real Indonesia.” They laughed at me when I mentioned Kuta, Bali, claiming “it is too touristy.” Such individuals are leeches and should be castrated immediately, and FTVS’ legal division is currently lobbying the Indonesian government to refuse them entry in the future.
They come to the holy place with tiny backpacks filled with hand sanitizer, and plastic sporks — by far the worse invention of mankind — with no desire to bring back handcrafted Indonesian garbage. They do not buy whores. They do not hire cars or drivers or guides to go surf. They do not contribute anything to the local economy or culture; and they pollute the country by simply sitting flaccid in their green plastic chair. They epitomize what is wrong with the White race, and to them I only have three words: Go fuck yourselves.

There typically exists an inverse correlation between an academic’s prominence and the droopiness of his matron’s labia and/or jowls. 




