Neo sits down on the cushioned chair. Sitting across from him in the dark room is a man who only goes by the name of Morpheus. “…born into a world,” Morpheus says, explaining to Neo the invisible prison he’s currently trapped in, “you cannot smell or taste or touch.”
Neo remains seated, hanging on every word. “I’m only offering you the truth,” Morpheus says.
Then the wise man in dark glasses leans in closer, the tone of his voice changing: “By the way, Trinity killed it yesterday on the cameras.”
Neo is taken aback by the comment, not knowing how to reply. “I got that hoe shaking her ass for hours.” Morpheus says it proudly, then offers Neo a yellow pill. “Here, it’s an upper. Wash it down with some champagne. You wanna escape the Matrix, don’t cha?”
In this warped version of the now-classic metaphorical movie, the leaderlike role of Morpheus is played by Andrew Tate – or at least that’s who Tate likes to refer to himself as. And why wouldn’t he? Not only is Tate ultrarich, he’s also the most searched-for personality on the internet. (More so than Presidents Trump and Biden!)
There’s no need for any Google searches right now, as its well known that Tate is facing serious charges in the country of Romania, including rape and human trafficking. Yet, with or without merit in those charges, Tate remains the ultimate pied piper.
In order for that, he must also be a very gifted grifter. Though that’s a term that gets thrown around a lot, with Tate it really does seem to apply, as the introductory scene is wholly accurate. Tate’s “method” of escaping the Matrix (if we afford the term to mean a governing system that’s increasingly technocratic and globalized) is to sign up for his online “university,” where he’ll teach how you too can become ultrarich, thereby allowing you to buy a bunch of exotic cars, followed by endless attention from young ladies who will leave you the second you lose any of it.
We can already predict some criticism, and not from those leftist/feminist commentators who decry Tate’s “misogyny” (he’s employing dozens of women in sex work: why isn’t he the champion of these “sex positive” types?) Plenty of “trads” (that is, traditionalists) are also unhappy with him. Sex work is not considered a value in a worldview that cherishes modesty (as for an intact family, we’ll come back to that).
That said, there’s a few conservative-types who are promoting Tate’s depraved philosophy (or, at a minimum, have ignored the story and refused to criticize the man), which only shows that the Right can be as corruptible as the Left.
During Tate’s arrest, Tate said “The Matrix has attacked me.” His Twitter account – whoever is running it – sent out a tweet: “The Matrix sent their agents after me.” His legions ran with it. They’ve come after him because of what he’s saying! (Tate almost seems to have known this arrest was coming.)
But what is Tate saying that makes people see him as the next Thomas Jefferson or Malcolm X? Well, with frequent pauses, I managed to make it through nearly fifteen hours of his most popular podcast interviews.
If other poor ears had tolerated hours of that deliberate affectation, their owners would also likely discover that Tate is like every other know-it-all, returning to some subject if only to contradict the last thing he had said about it (the very nature of the podcast culture). For instance, Tate will say that he respects traditional marriage, but then later opine that “trad life” is “garbage.” Not very respectful.
To speak fluent outrageousness, he would be, as follows, the peak internet celebrity. How he got there is any genuine person’s guess. He’s not a robot. He’s got a brain. However, inside the messaging, one finds a good deal of discordance, and that eventually creates a figure whose plaque reads no message of hope for those who watch as their world is upended before them.
Tateism promises an answer! But be warned, an inability to suffer through all those podcasts can then later be used against us: since we haven’t heard all five hundred hours, what are we permitted to say about the man? (This is aside from the fact that so many videos are simply deleted, going right down the memory hole.)
The written piece is crystalized, making it much more accessible, with no need to wade through the banter and the “um’s” and “err’s” of a conversational format. But then there’s another of Tate’s views that sticks out twistedly: his opposition to – kid you not – reading books. “A very cheap way to entertain…I wouldn’t call it entertainment…my brain is far too advanced to read.” Notice that Tate does not differentiate between works of scholarship and bad romantic fiction. (I wonder if he’s expounded on this in his own published book. I’d purchase a copy, but he’s advised me not to.)
At last, someone brave enough to blast book-reading! It’s doubtful the elites are mad at anyone who intellectualizes against intelligence. I’m sure they’re quite happy that someone is helping to increase the rates of illiteracy. (And isn’t it strange that Tate, talking to Piers Morgan about depression, later cites JoHann Hari’s book when supporting his point on the subject? Did Tate actually read the work? Did he read Marcus Aurelius?)
If there’s one sure way to be seen as a rebel, it is to oppose medical fascism. The language of liberty is more popular than ever, and speaking it proudly is a sure way to present oneself as a revolutionary. Tate fashions himself as the one true freedom fighter, telling us things we already know: the lockdowns were not only authoritarian, they were murderous; masks did little good; the new vaccines are worthless, and likely deadly; the elites are evil.
In short, nothing that isn’t already being said by people far more informed than he. Note that, though subjected to discreditation and blackballing, none of those freedom fighters have faced charges like our dime store Morpheus. So why would the elites target Tate? It could be that they’re not.
If we do listen long enough, we’ll find the same boilerplate philosophy sold by most peddlers of Alpha-ism (Tate insists that he’s speaking to a male audience. I have no real complaint about that.) In brief, “become the best version of yourself.” There’s absolutely nothing at all wrong with this. Of course, in a society that’s overtly hostile to men, the message is largely welcomed.
However, its Tate’s own twist on this advice that we find the impracticality. What a young man should do, Tate says, is to walk into a gym, find the biggest guy in there, and start a fight with him. If you lose, don’t stop training until you can kick his ass.
(Tate’s defenders will say this is just him “trolling.” This is the modern way of saying, “He was just joking; it wasn’t meant to be taken seriously.” This becomes the perfect alibi; one never has to be serious about the sentences coming out of their mouth. Perhaps Tate was only “trolling” when he expressed his preference for “transgender women” – that is, men – instead of real women who happen to be hugely muscular. Anyway, if someone says the same thing over and over – as Tate has with the above examples, fighting and reading – eventually you have to accept their sincerity.)
Wait! What he’s really saying, is that all real men should at least be able to hold their own in a fight! Self-defense. Fantastic. We should not allow bullies to wail on us, nor raise weak men who stand there and tolerate physical abuse.
The problem is, that Tate’s growth is limited to the size of his muscles and bank account.
To take the first one first, I ask: What use is street fighting in a war for the hearts and minds of those victimized by the technocrats? It’s not like gym rats (not used as pejorative) are known for their employment with Klaus Schwab.
Best YouTube comment: “Hopefully Tate’s lawyer has read a few books.” Exactly! It’s doubtful his lawyer learned anything about the law by going up to the judge and punching him in the face. Likewise, it’s unlikely that Tate has learned everything possible about the Great Reset by winning kickboxing championships. All that aforementioned advice might result in, I fear, is an uptick in Tate fans getting arrested for assault.
Though the audience is already stocked up on Alpha, Tate keeps throwing bottles at you. In another clip, Tate recalls a time when a 16-year-old neighbor girl had lost her cat. The cat had jumped over Tate’s wall and gotten into his backyard, where he kept his pitbulls. Promptly, the pits attacked, killed, and ate the cat. Mr. Tate, thinking of a justification, says that the cat should have heeded the “beware of dog” sign that was clearly posted. (One might’ve thought that Tate would’ve finally found his conscience and thus sympathized with the poor cat, considering that the cat also had trouble with reading.)
Tate says the teenager was going up and down the street, crying hysterically and screaming out for her lost pet. Tate, amused by her humiliation, offers up a few chuckles. But then, Tate was likely getting off on the sound of her wails, as he does seem to enjoy seeing women in pain.
Now, I don’t know about you, but to me, that story captures the very quintessence of alpha maleness. Forget Doc Savage and Flash Gordan. Picture the pulp-style rendering of a chiseled Andrew Tate laughing as his pitbulls tear to pieces a neighborhood cat, its teenaged owner standing off to the side, gasping in horror! (Was he trolling? He seemed pretty serious to me.)
If this is the man who has the escape route in his hands, then I remain apprehensive.
It’s also not exactly clear where his money comes into use. He usually describes money as a way to help one escape; elsewhere, he has described money as a mere tool to help him “reshape the world.”
Aside from telling the male sex that they too can become Conan the Barbarian (ready to build that empire), what has he actually done to reshape anything? He’s said nothing to promote the idea of, say, community militias. Nor has he entertained ideas about sustainable forms of energy. Don’t get your hopes up that Tate will strike up a conversation on the feasibility of underground bunkers.
So what does Tate hope to ultimately achieve? For him, the liberating concept of “living off grid” has become obsolete. Instead, in our modern globalized world, one should “live on multiple grids.” This means having a lot of passports, perhaps even a private jet, with expensive cars waiting for you and your entourage at every airport.
A strong dose of reality: few are going to wake up one day and discover those numbers in their bank accounts. And if any such billionaire was willing to change the world for the better, bet on the elites finding out their price, or their weak spot.
In the meantime, they’re not afraid of a single rich guy who jet-sets around the world, drinking middle-shelf whiskey while loftily advising how best to be a man. They’re much more afraid of the man or woman, alone or in a community, who refuses to budge. That person is not Tate, as he himself said during an interview conducted in the state of Florida. Tate told his interviewer (Heilpern) that if Miami were to implement another lockdown, he would just jump in his plane and get out of there.
To say it once more: Tate doesn’t want to destroy the Matrix; he merely wants to escape the Matrix.
While Tate says he “respects” the common man (he even compliments the chef…what a great guy), he still can’t help but feel disdain for all the slaves and NPCs out walking on the sidewalks (“We need to have slaves…so that I don’t have to do bullshit stuff, which is great.”) Should those penurious peons ever have to suffer through any more lockdowns or mandates, they should take solace in knowing that Tate is coasting above at thirty thousand feet, laughing at the handful who have signed up for his “university.” (And don’t forget: Tate, who has boasted of disowning people who wore a facemask, admitted that he himself sometimes wore one, if only after making the doorman go and fetch him one.)
As for myself, I have no wish of escaping the Matrix; my wish is to tear the whole damn artifice down. But my method of “destroying” – or even “escaping” – this machine was to help raise a generation that would never desire to build one in the first place.
That is, humanity evolving into more peaceful and less controlling creatures.
Such an ambitious goal would never interest Tate, who likes to boast about his “empire,” likening himself to rulers from bygone epochs. For him, this will always be the character of masculinity (he purports his own dynasty, which might be alright, but consider the next criticism) I wonder if Tate only wishes to escape one Matrix so that he may build his own. After all, with all those camera screens, he does look a lot more like The Architect.
Yet Tate, who apparently has children across the globe (showing even further disdain for monogamy), insists that “when the Terminator appears, a Tate will appear.” This is said by a man who can’t even be bothered to raise his own children, which is a type of parenting he might have learned from his own father, the late Emory. Because the senior was a globetrotting chess grandmaster, he was hardly ever home. Andrew even says he was essentially raised by a single mother. Nonetheless, Tate thinks he had the “greatest dad on the planet.” (Note that Emory Tate was a CIA man, which is stated plainly with no need for alarm.)
Children, Tate says, don’t always need to have a dad around. You see, it’s more of a shock when the man of the house is only in the house once a month (as he specifies with his own father), and that shock is a positive one. It’s a fair guess that the technocrats are also thrilled that someone is promoting fatherlessness.
In another podcast, Tate points out that absentee fathers were the historical norm: they were either fighting in battle or at work making money. Tate knows these are not all the same. It’s one thing to be conscripted onto the battlefield, another to come home after an eight-hour day, and something entirely different when flying all over the world, winning championships in between bedding various women. (That must be that “superhero shit” that Andrew is always talking about!)
Little Tate is coy about the number of his own littles. And I would never argue that parenthood is good for everyone. I’d just say that, if Tate is absent from their lives, he’s going to miss out on witnessing the single most wonderous piece of practical magic known to this world: that is, when your child tries to imitate you.
Which brings me back to my question above: What did Tate learn from his own father? It’s impossible to guess what those conversations were about during those few fleeting hours; except, obviously young Andrew must have been enamored by the playboy lifestyle. Hell, he even adopted his father’s opinion on the disposability of women. However, loving a rich parent’s lifestyle is not the same as mimicking their parent’s words, actions, and mannerisms; to see your child attempt to do exactly as you do. The sight of that would dethaw the most frozen of hearts.
With Tate’s own heart submerged in subzero temperatures, he’d likely respond by saying that “men need to experience trauma.” (Another of his oft-stated “beliefs.”) Once more, I can remind Mr. Bigbrain of the difference. For trauma is not the same as hardship. It’s one thing to encourage and incentivize your children to work hard, and to explain to them the struggle, even competition, of obtaining something precious (yes, even chess and kickboxing championships). It’s quite another thing to make your children endure needless pain and suffering.
On outright abuse, Tate tries to play both hands: hitting your kids isn’t very useful, but every once in a while, it might be Okay to give a hard smack, if only to get their attention and make a stronger point. If the worst of these latter methods of parenting were indeed beneficial to mankind, then maybe all parents should start their child’s day off with a hard smack across the face. On the contrary, too much of this sort of abuse can lead to trauma, the severity depending on the deepness of the wound. Likewise, there’s plenty of evidence to suggest that parental neglect also induces trauma upon the child.
From all this, I must infer: Are all would-be Genghis Khans’ expected to become multimillionaires? Should we have a bunch of kids with a bunch of women across the globe? Then fly through once every couple months, utter a few pseudo-moralistic statements, before tossing some bills at the baby’s mama while belittling the working class “brokey” who’s now spending time with your family?
Come on, Andy. For once, let’s not troll people.
So there’s some criticism of Tate. And every time those criticisms are voiced, we hear the usual retort: jealousy. Us Tate-haters are just jealous of him, of his money and cars and “hoes.” What a sad message to the future that, as of currently, the only thing desired by every man on earth is loveless sex and mass material accumulation.
Whenever I see a married man with kids make the “jealousy accusation,” I assume that he’s planning to leave his family, soon to dump his tax return into Tate’s “university,” all with the hope that he will eventually become a “Top G.” No one tell them that The Mirror has reported the Tate bros as calling their business a “total scam.” (But he’s never “snaked” anyone.)
Certainly, I’m envious of some men (and a few women!). I do have a few intellectual heroes, mainly those who actually tried to change the world. These individuals do actual work, be it organizing citizens, propagating good ideas, or preparing for legal challenges. Real activism! Those who did this well made a profit, and therefore my criticism of Tate is not an indictment of people making money, which Tate makes a little of. That requires intelligence, and despite my joking about his apparent illiteracy, I don’t believe Andrew Tate is an idiot whatsoever. Very much on the contrary. He’s of course savvy and shrewd. “Perspicacious!” By all accounts, his dad possessed a brilliant mind, and no doubt the Tate brothers inherited a large IQ.
Which brings me to the charges against him. Do I think he’s guilty? I make no honest guess. I can only infer from some reported news and then place some thoughts. 1.) Women too often make false rape charges. 2.) Tate is open about his BDSM fetish, and he’s recorded telling some woman that he “loves raping you.” NBC tells us that Tate’s hoes “…don’t go out. They’re not allowed out. You stay in the house. You don’t go nowhere. No restaurants, no clubs, nothing.”
Both seem equally plausible: Tate is guilty of the crimes, and he’s being falsely accused of something. In either case, Tate takes responsibility for it, as he does for everything. When it rains, and he gets wet, he has nobody to blame but himself, because he failed to pack an umbrella.
Similarly, Tate assumes the old argument that rape victims are partially responsible for their own rape, as nobody else had put them in that situation. No large hand had plucked their bodies from the ground on which they stood, extended an elbow across time and space, and then placed that body in some other location. Tate, who will soon be referring to himself in “the third person,” agrees with me on this.
And if walking a crime-ridden street at night is a way to invite your own victimization, then bringing a crowd of low-character “hoes and bitches” into your house must also mean that, should one of them go to the law and make an accusation, you play some role in the ensuing imprisonment.
To quote the Tate: “No woman has ever accused me of anything.” Tate, the brilliant tactician that he is, can confirm his innocence, as he has placed cameras in every corner of their Romanian stronghold. Such exculpatory video evidence exists, and the Tate will soon be free from his dark prison cell. Of this we can be sure! (Then again, if he lies about balding…what real man would lie about his baldness? Are aspiring conquerors not allowed to go bald?)
We need him more than ever. Because just as Tate is currently engulfed in darkness, so is our world. And the inhabitants are frantically searching for someone who knows a way to the sunlit window. Shackled societies will trust anyone who claims to have a key. Most urgently, broken men – I will raise a hand – are desperate for doctors who can mend our wounds.
Thankfully, the Tate has answered every one of these calls.
When asked if he believes in aliens, Tate gave a firm positive. “Of course there’s aliens. We’re not the best the universe has to offer.” When considering the man who spoke those very words, adding in all the men who see him as their savior, I am at last comfortable admitting to my total agreement.
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Minor point about Tate's father - he was not CIA in any way, shape, or form. His intelligence work in the Air Force was limited to translation and transcription, his superiors recognizing that his habit of jumping to conclusions, occasionally paranoid ones, based on incomplete data meant that he would advance no further. He left the service at the rank of Staff Sergeant in the mid-90s and spent the rest of his life and pension on gas money and entry fees for mid-level chess tournaments. Self-aggrandizement runs in the family - the CIA talk was just a broken old man's boasting amplified by his broken son.
Thank you for paying enough attention to him to give a good rundown here. I must admit, even after the media flap, and the masses of scripted haters and wannabes that followed, I still couldn't do more than skim a few articles on the guy. His energy just has a huge "keep away!" sign in my eyes.
I agree with most everything here except the idea that he is the epitome of an alpha male. The epitome of what is wrong with a truly toxic male, perhaps. Alpha? IDK. Done well, a real Alpha male neither subjugates nor has to worry about offering proof on these sorts of allegations. Just my 2C there.