Myself alongside 5 other family members departed for Europe several weeks ago — visiting the continent for the first time in what I described to them to be “an educational journey.” I was never a big fan of needing to travel far distances, feeling that anything I needed to do or enjoy could be done within driving distance of wherever I lived. The reason for this train of thought is rooted in the fact that I’ve always lived in comfortable confines, with marked exception to the 9 years I was held prisoner on Staten Island.
We took a DC flight to Edinburgh in the steerage part of the cabin in what I can only describe as a most uncomfortable trip. The airline was United and their leg space is non-existent for people taller than 5’2.
Upon arriving in Edinburgh, I was instantly struck by its beauty. The trolly from the airport to the city was extremely comfortable and convenient. Our Airbnb was perfect and the streets were very clean. The one thing you notice about England in general is the lack of trash or “rubbish” bins anywhere. If you have trash, you take it with you or find some establishment with a trash bin, which is rare. The net result is extremely clean streets that are bereft of foul smells and heaps of wrappers and food items festooning the walkways.
Everything about Edinburgh was fine, with exception to the food. One of the local delicacies is Haggis, which is basically cow intestines, lungs, and all sorts of other bollocks mashed together with spices. You have to be very drunk to want to eat it and because I was with my elderly and sickly Mother in law — I chose not to imbibe too aggressively, especially since she frowned upon it and called me “BORRACHO” whenever I took a sip of anything stronger than apple juice.
We visited London next via rail. At the rail station was a scene out of any number of dystopian movies with Africans running about in search of free fortunes. We quickly caught a taxi and headed towards our 5 star hotel, which was good but not great. In London I was in awe of its magnificent landmarks and marveled at the achievements of the British people for creating such a beautiful city. We did all of the tourist stuff, ate at very good restaurants and thoroughly enjoyed our stay there — as it reminded us of America but slightly different with more efficient taxis, better public transport, and a much much cleaner environ than some of our big cities like NYC. I noticed a very large muslim community there, many well to do Saudis, traversing the luxury stores without a white in sight. We’d often stumble upon fellow whites in taxis or other service venues.
Next up was France. This is a totally different vibe from America and the UK. The one thing we noticed immediately was their e-bike/scooter culture and very fast bike lanes built into the sidewalks. While walking around this beautiful city, which is PACKED like sardines, you have to watch out for crazy drivers and bicyclists alike. I was on guard for what people always warned me about France: nasty people. But we all found the French people to be both friendly and vibrant. The food was spectacular just about anywhere you visited and the city itself is almost unbelievable in its beauty. Traversing Paris, at times, was extremely difficult with an elderly person, since taxis are very hard to get and many of them only accept cash, unlike in the UK where everything is card. At the main tourist attractions are large swaths of African street vendors attempting to trick you into giving your money to them. I never felt unsafe and just ignored them the best I could. The city’s demographics is extremely diverse, with whites, at times, the minority. I found the very large Moroccan and Algerian population there to be very pleasant and non confrontational. We were saddened to leave so early — but excited for the next leg of our journey into Italy.
I’ve been thinking about how to describe my experience in Italy in a way that would maximize my insults towards the Italian people. First, I want to offer some context. I grew up in an Italian household but often identified with my Irish side because of how I looked. I am very familiar with American Italians — growing up in Brooklyn. I was always told the people in Italy were very different from the people I met in Brooklyn or Staten Island — who are generally viewed as animals. But this is not true, since the people in Brooklyn and Staten Island are NICER and better at cooking than the absolute reprobates in Italy.
We went to Milan, Florence, Siena, Rome and some other small fuck town in Italy and the people are universally the same everywhere. These are angry people who ENJOY living in filth. The streets are covered in trash. The grass is overgrown with weeds and there is graffiti everywhere. The food was at times good — but nothing better than I’ve had in the states. The pizza was more or less an ABOMINATION and every single taxi driver we hired was insane. We took maybe 10 cabs rides and 3 of them got into verbal altercations that resulted in them stepping outside of their cabs with us inside to elevate their stupidity. Although Florence is beautiful and the countryside picturesque, it’s a very old city that is totally reliant upon fucks like me to keep it going. In spite of this, the people are somewhat indifferent to tourists and I got the sense they were much more interested in running schemes on me and finding ways to rip me off, rather than treat me fairly.
While the beauty of the main part of Rome cannot be denied, just outside of the main city is a place that looked like Queens NY circa 1991 but much worse. There are these little fucking scooters everywhere and they do not abide by traffic laws. Like in Paris, it’s very hard to get a taxi outside one of their taxi lines. My Airbnb owner warned me to never venture outside the Rome Termini at night, for it was extremely dangerous and he didn’t even drive by there for fear of getting stabbed inside his car. The city is littered with Africans running about in search of fortune, forcibly selling trinkets — attempting to guess which American state you hailed from. But my problem isn’t with the Africans of Italy, but the Italians themselves. These are not very good people and I often thought of them to be very stupid. I could tell if one of the faces I saw in Rome was American or not by the intelligent gaze emanating from my fellow countrymen, unlike the Roman look of scammer and criminal. I could see how the mafia was created and such a force to be reckoned with — because the men of Italy are equally angry and stupid — which is a deadly combo if the environmental conditions move against them.
Under no circumstances would I visit Rome again, unless I was staying at or around the Spanish steps in a 100 star hotel. The thing that stuck with me most outside of the caveman like demeanor of the Italian people was the filth they live in. It is, more or less, a third world country filled with gypsies and genetically retarded people. I’d also like nothing to do with anything Italian here for a very long time, for detox purposes.
In summary, America is #1 by a very large margin. Although our govt is satanic and their goals are alien in nature to normal people trying to find happiness here, the standard of living here is exponentially higher than in Europe. The food is better, the people are friendlier, the highways are better, and even the clothes are better. There is no reason to ever visit Europe again, unless you have a new girlfriend and you want to woo her with the idea of a romantic holiday in a very expensive place in an effort to “have fun.” Other than that, Europe is better off having a war with each other, this way they’ll cull the idiots and the Africans will scramble back home out of fear of getting shot to death by some angry Italian on a scooter.
NOTE: All of the art attractions of Europe is unbelievable. It’s hard to describe but seeing these things in person had a profound effect on me and respect for mankind. I never knew people could create such beauty. My favorite was the Duomo in Siena. The Louvre, Windsor Castle, Edinburg Castle and Versailles are all worth the journey at least once.