You know where you can get real magic soil? South Africa. South Africa has magical soil. Some of the greatest meat, fruit, wine, springs forth from the Southern cape when the land is tamed by a race of people smart enough to do it properly. You know what happened to that magic soil? It got taken from the productive settlers who developed it and was given to an invasive population that wasn’t even there when they settled it. You know what’s even better? It’s now a shithole of a country. They had nukes. They had (still have) fertile land. They had one of the best geographical spots in the world to be a global port and transport hub. On top of that you’re in the southern hemisphere while being in a timezone friendly to both Europe and America so you get the tourism from both during Winter months. And it’s beautiful to visit, too. And they spoke English too, so it plugged in perfectly into the global economy. Before the ANC took power the hospitals in SA genuinely served more Africans than any other country in the world. Now the roads are being torn to scrap. There is magical land. There are parts of continents that are truly blessed, like the Mediterranean, like the island of California, like the southern tip of Africa. But this magical land and soil does nothing when the people cannot harness the nature that lies at their feet. Every day I cry for a retirement in Mossel Bay that will never come. Every day I cry for the Afrikaner who tamed a beautiful part of the world into a brief world power and whose descendants have watched their nation fall from first world to third in a single generation.

3rd world tips: Always haggle. You can always get 20% off anything paid in cash. They will always try to overcharge. A Dravidian specialty. Always raise your voice in conversation. Volume and space = power. Be like a bear posing before battle in front of third-worlders. Never yield (unless ooga booga phenotypes, then stay away) Local phrases. Various Arabic greetings = 10% discount at kebab shop. Free bread. Extra falafel. Must be able to distinguish between Lebos, Turks, Iraqis, Afghanis. Recognise the Quranic verses on the wall and recite them if you can, from memory. Mention seasonal food differences = instant camaraderie. Africans: say their nation has the best jollof rice and one of their neighbours doesn't know how to cook. Instant love. Give them a 1 min spiel on how if the West stopped killing their good leaders, they would have infinite wealth. Tell them Wakanda is just 100 years in the future and you've always wanted to visit Sierra Leone. Casual sexism. Always bash women in front of 3rd worlders. They're not the same as their mothers were. They don't cook as well, don't clean as well, ask for too much, etc. If they have daughters, tell them they need to be raised right (works great in Ubers for 5 star reviews) and to consider repatriation back to whatever country they're from. My favorite tactic is to gain huge rapport, and then subconsciously plant a desire to return back to their home countries where their children will have a better life. Bring up all the things they dislike about Western society. Tell them they can't protect their children from it if they're surrounded from it. Ask them how much a house in their country is. Then help them calculate their wages, investments (if they have the IQ to do that) and craft them a 10 year plan to return back to their homelands. I once did this to a Sierra Leonean Uber driver and he now texts me every few weeks for financial advice. True story. Pro tip: just bring up food quality. Food outside of their countries is always shit. Tell them their kids won't taste the fresh pomegranates of Afghanistan. Tell them the smoked crayfish in Europe doesn't have the same punch as it does in Nairobi or Lagos. Tell them that the meat in the West has poison from corporations and they don't slaughter it properly. If they are from non-Christian religions, you MUST bring up demons, possession, and magic. After that, they almost become your brethren. Tell them most of the world is possessed by evil. They must protect their blood from it. The way to protect their blood is to return to their homelands to be among their people. I do this in nearly every 40-60min Uber ride with GREAT success. I also now have a list of at least 8-10 immigrant drivers who will come pick me up for cash in hand anytime I give them a call. A literal Rolodex of Africa and the Middle East in the palm of my hand. This is the way of the modern man in the Century of Diversity. Good day to you all!