Andrew Tate recounts freezing camping in the Carpathians, contrasting it with his Dubai life of yachts and Learjets, while asserting his $30 million wealth shields him from global chaos. He dismisses lockdowns and court cases as irrelevant to the ultra-rich, labeling the poor as slaves who should focus solely on getting rich. Ultimately, he frames extreme wealth not just as luxury, but as an absolute immunity to societal collapse and government restrictions. [Automatically generated summary]
Nice hot coffee up here in the Carpathian Mountains.
It was only minus 7 last night.
I think it's around freezing now.
Perfect weather for camping, you know?
I guess, if I were to go back to Dubai like I've done before, get a yacht like I did before, fill up with 30 bitches like I did before, I'm like, oh, Tate's rich, Tate's rich.
But I'm still rich when I go camping.
I just like camping.
It's nice.
There's a little bit of a survival element.
It's hard.
I get to be cold.
I have to make a fire.
I like it this way.
Don't judge me.
Doing basic things.
Yeah, I fly around on Learjets.
Yeah, you know, travel the world, shooting guns, fucking bitches.
But I also do basic things also.
I'm a man of the people.
I come from humble beginnings.
I wasn't born rich.
I came from the bottom of the bottom, and I'm basically the top of the top, ultra high net worth individual.
A person with a net worth in excess of 30 million dollars.
Fruit Boy!
And I wake up every day fucking happy.
I thank the universe.
Thank you, universe.
God, wherever you are out there in the fog, thank you very, very much for giving me what I deserve.
Because I've worked very, very hard to be rich, and I'm very, very happy I am rich.
Because if I wasn't rich, watching the last two years of fucking chaos would panic me.
If I wasn't rich, these last two years would have me in a fucking tailspin.
They are destroying your currency, and they're taking your freedom, and they're wrecking your fucking life.
And your dumb ass, broke, isn't sitting there going, fuck, I need to get rich.
You can't give me problems.
I'm on my way out.
Haven't you noticed?
Haven't you seen my life?
Court case, court case, court case.
Here I am, camping.
You can't lock me up.
I'm too fucking rich.
You can't tell me to stay home.
I'm too rich.
Can't make me wear a mask.
Can't make me get a dance.
Can't tell me where to go.
Can't tell me shit because I'm fucking rich.
You fucking slaves.
You peons.
If your number one concern right now in your life is to get