Like, so what if you can't get a bitch from a culture designed to ruthlessly select out anything that isn't a full-on Viking? Stick to your own or go be a nice guy with used goods. Not even the literal Kaiser Wilhelm minded when merry old widows would marry out. If the skin of your trophy is such a status symbol, maybe simply live with the idea that you don't actually need a symbol for the status that you have. Life is shit, people without a strict culture are animals and by the time you live in someone else's place to start with it is not your place to bitch about how others in it live. Why is this so hard? I've seen Nama girls worship the ground I walked on. The blood of thirteen Arab maidenheads has run down my dick, and they all still got hitched to their pre-arrangements thereafter. And by the time the women of the people whom the television told them to obey seemed to be into me the white bitches got jealous and lined up to try the beast out after all. I sent each and every last one of them packing. Fast. I've made a literal sport out of driving people away if the slightest detail annoys me. And ever since I'm old enough to drive I drive around wherever. Not having love kind of sucks after all I was told about it. But it's not like I go whine about all the kike yentas I'm missing out on, or making rap music about needing a Yank bitch in my life.