Many blondes are sensitive and lost souls - they need to be shepherded, lest they come to harm.
White men cook their bacon, and eat the dung of pigs, and they sweat and smell - white men are an abomination.
But the white woman - she longs to employ her tongue for more sensual purposes; she puts her arms around you and it is like being submerged in warm, clear waters under a baking sun. The blonde woman is golden and precious. BUt she can become suicidal and self-hurtful when overexposed to white men. She needs to escape from the harshness of reality.
And I want to take a blonde in my arms and run away with her, and nourish her, and rear up a whole army of young blondes, and take them under my wing, and become their commander - and I shall conquer Rome with my blonde war elephants.