You see them on Twitter all the time, like little fucking nobodies.
Hi, I'm in Ukraine and there's sexy girls and gay, gay fucking losers.
Ukraine's been tainted by a bunch of losers.
Anyway, on to the point.
We're in Ukraine because...
I'm I'm a brilliant individual.
I'm an exceptional individual.
Most people are proud of having one thing.
Like, I go to the gym all the time.
I'm strong.
Yeah, I'm stronger than them.
And then you got some fat fuck with nothing else in his life but money, thinks he's something because he's rich.
I'm richer than him.
You got dorks who sit there and have nothing good about their lives, but they're on the computer like, oh, but I'm smart.
I'm smarter than that guy.
I'm better than everybody at everything.
I am the day one.
I have it all mixed up into one.
And the reason I've started to get so many followers and people are joining the War Room Organization, so much money is being generated, because I broadcast my brilliance.
You understand?
It's a dark, stormy world.
Dark, gray, rainy world of normality.
And then there's a laser beam, a beacon of light called tape, which comes through and broadcasts supreme competence, professionalism in every field.
I am a professional.
You can hire me to fuck a bitch.
You can hire me to fight a man.
You can hire me to move $10 million in cash from point A to point B. If you call my phone, the job gets done.
I'm that guy.
But it got to the point now where I'm that guy, but I'm starting to get a bit too well-known.
It became a trade-off.
Do I continue to broadcast my brilliance out into the universe to grow the war room network, to make sure that our connections that we'll need to fight against the impending slavery of the common man are secured?
Or do I try and go a little bit lower key so I can do the things I used to do?
Most people don't understand.
There's a few people who understand my history.
Sorry, when I see three people walking, three dudes of combat age walking, I identify them in real time because I'm that guy.
Most people don't know my history.
People know I sold a little bit of drugs, I did this, I did that.
People wouldn't believe the shit I've been through and the things I've done to become the man I am.
But I'm now at a point now where I'm sitting going, do I go to Singapore and collect that Bitcoin myself?
Or can I send somebody else to do it?
Do I go collect that cash myself or can I send somebody else to do it?
Do I want to send that sexy bitch knows somebody who I need to know?
Do I go for moose that bitch myself or do I send somebody else to do it?
I need a James Bond.
I was James Bond.
I am James Bond.
But I'm now the front of James Bond.
Do you understand this?
I'm now the advertiser.
I tell the world too much to still be doing it.
Like if you're a drug dealer and you're a serious drug dealer, you can't be talking about being a drug dealer on the internet.
But the guys who talk about being drug dealers aren't drug dealers.
They've got other drug dealers who work for them.
That's the level we've reached.
I need a James Bond.
I knew this a year ago.
So a year ago, inside the War Room, we started the Operator Course.
We've got some of the best people in the world, some of the most highly trained specialists in the world, who are going to train everything from counter-surveillance, combat, we made sure they all had paperwork, banking, multiple identities, all these kind of things.
And basically, the end goal was what we're doing right now, which is the Operator Summit.
Over 100 men have completed the Operator Course.
20 of them have managed to make it to the Operator Summit.
And for the next week, all of these individuals from all the different countries they're from are going to be tested to see how capable they are at being my personal James Bond.
They're going to be tested in every possible way.
They're here in Kiev.
They're going to be going through grueling challenges.
But when they meet a girl in the club that night, is she part of the challenge?
Is she just some bitch?
Or is she sent by tape?
What if she's trying to find something out?
What if something happens to her?
Are they going to get involved or are they going to let her get hurt?
To understand, this is a week-long test.
And in this week-long test, by the end of it, I'm going to be selecting one member of the Warren to be my personal James Bond.
We paid a million dollars a year in Bitcoin, and he will basically just fly around the world first class and do whatever the fuck I need him to do.
Look, you're going to Warsaw.
You're meeting this bitch here.
You're going to make sure she gets there via this.
Look, you're going to meet this guy here.
I'm not going to tell you what you're doing, but you're doing X, Y, Z. See you in Dubai, you have to do X, Y, Z. Because I can no longer do these things myself.
If I'm going to continue to do them myself, I have to lower the tone on my broadcasting.
And you know what, Luke?
You know what?
I'm starting to think I'm the last hope.
You are?
I am!
Look at Corona.
Look at how all the fucking big guys on Twitter, all the masculine men, cucked out, bent over, took a dick.
Bunch of fucking losers, bunch of dorks, masked up.
I'm the last fucking guy who's out here saying, no, you can be rich.
You can do what the fuck you want.
You can resist government oppression.
You can pimp them bitches.
You can do whatever you need to do.
I'm like the last guy out here doing that.
And I'm thinking for that reason, it's more and more important.
More and more important that I continue to broadcast my message.
It's more and more important that we get people inside of the war room.
It's more and more important that people start to understand my mentality of warrior.
Because there's none fucking left.
I'm the last fucking guy.
I lost respect for everyone I thought was even... Listen, no one's ever been on my level.
But the dudes down here proved themselves to be fucking scum.
I'm the last dude.
For that reason, I have to continue to broadcast my brilliance.
And for that reason, I need somebody who can do shit I can no longer do.
If I am a man of the light, I need my own man at the shack.