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July 23, 2022 - Tate Speech - Andrew Tate
11:45
POST APOCALYPTIC HOE'S | Tate Confidential Ep. 39
# tristan sweden social unrest belarus corona monster dominos pizza electrical grid shutdown end of the world family conflict gypsies mad max power outages preparedness quarantine ration cans

Andrew Tate navigates a chaotic power outage in his "Tate Confidential" episode, mocking the impending apocalypse while his brother Tristan struggles with poor haircutting and fears of Belarusian imprisonment. Amidst flashlights, ration can disputes, and rumors of a "Corona monster," Tate asserts dominance by claiming preparedness with wine and "post-apocalyptic hoes." Ultimately, the segment satirizes survivalist paranoia, contrasting Tate's confident delusion of control with his family's genuine panic during the grid failure. [Automatically generated summary]

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Tristan's Firewood Plan 00:10:04
Good shot there from Tate!
A lot of people say girls love money and that's not entirely true.
But I'm not.
I'm not.
Tristan.
Tristan. What are you doing?
I'm filling up the pool, so while I'm monitoring it, I need some light.
There's light there. There's light all over.
The electrical grid is about to be shut down.
The lights are on!
And when the electrical grid gets shut down, then what?
Fire. Firewood.
Prepared, as always.
There's not even any wood. How long is this going to last?
An hour? Long enough?
There's a whole fucking field. We can get wood back here.
It's dark. It is dark.
Oh, yeah. That's cute. If only your brother hadn't bought the fucking world's most powerful fucking flashlights.
How about this? I provide the flashlight.
You provide the fucking wood.
Go. Go.
Get the fucking wood. Or, how about this?
Why don't you give me a flashlight and I'll go get it?
Ain't gone, do ya?
We don't need a fire. You don't have shit.
We don't need a fire. Go and get the wood.
Why do we have a fire? We don't need a fire.
Yeah, we absolutely do.
You said you need the- Oh, and we didn't need cans either.
You haven't been touching my fucking rations, have you?
If I find- if I find your greasy fucking fingers on my fucking ration cans, you and your fucking cousins, dead meat.
Done for. Hands off the rations.
Why don't you dress so fly the virus fucking feeds you somehow?
Whatever your fucking dumb shit doing.
Get the fuck out of here! Fuck off!
No wood! We are fucking scavengers.
I think we found the most shit wood.
I needed shit wood.
How much wood should there be near my supercars?
A lot. This is Romania.
Look at this wood. I'm just out.
It's true. All the lights are on.
All the lights are on.
All our neighbors lights are on.
Nobody has a fire but us.
Or wood. Why is there so much wood in fucking Romania?
There's a car here I'll remind you again Are we about to run into a monster?
This is where a monster would be.
We fucking... We fucking...
Corona monster.
Someone left our car here.
We have to admit, if Corona was anywhere, it'd be here.
I think Corona would be here.
Out of all the places.
I wish I brought my weapons.
Your hands are weapons.
Haha! Wardrobe doors.
That looks like wood. Someone's got a light over there.
Yeah. Yeah. And they're walking.
I do. The fuck are they?
I don't know. It's not Andrew and Tristan.
Or sorry, not Tristan.
There's Tristan's light. Tristan's light's in there.
Someone's walking over there through the woods with a flashlight.
Yeah. And I don't have the Glock.
So they've come too close. Get the fucking wardrobe and get out of here.
Cool. I'm feeling these wardrobes are coming.
Cut the wood? Tristan.
Yeah? This is pizza.
It's the end of the world. How the fuck do you get Domino's?
It's the end of the world. I cooked it with the fucking ration cans!
You did! What do you mean I didn't?
Can you prove it? It's Domino's!
I'm making the delivery drivers that's out there.
What delivery driver? This is the most bullshit end of the world.
They're frozen pizzas. They're not frozen.
At least there's Domino's in India.
I heat them up with a fire. Heat them up with a fire.
There's a Domino's logo on it. Domino's doesn't have Domino's.
Fuck off. If you...
You know what? If you admit that I made this myself, you can have some.
No, why not? You made it yourself.
So, what's it made out?
What are the ingredients? Cans from the rations.
There you go. Luke, would you like some?
Would you like some? Alright, it's made out of cans from the rations.
It's made out of cans from the rations. Help yourself.
You're welcome.
Prepare for the end of the world, you piece of shit.
Turn your fucking camera off.
T, the lights are still on.
End of the world. Turn off the fucking phone.
The lights are on. I can charge it.
Ah, fuck you. A few moments later.
Shit, so looky- No, no, no, no, no.
This is not scripted.
The power is legitimately gone.
Look at my neighbor's houses.
I know. There's an emergency street lamp.
Look at every house. Yeah, inside the houses.
There is no power anywhere.
So the power has actually gone on.
The power has actually gone on.
Which means one thing, doesn't it?
So T's predicted the future again.
It means one thing, doesn't it?
What? You don't know shit!
You don't know anything! Right.
But you don't. What?
I don't believe this. No, the power's gone out.
I don't believe the power's gone out.
Well, it has. The power's actually gone out?
Yes. So your fire bullshit became true?
Oh, bullshit, yeah?
Yes. So I called the cans.
I called the power.
And suddenly...
You also called dominoes.
No, I did not call dominoes.
The power's gone out. So the power's gone out.
You know, anyone watching this at home, let me tell you, motherfucker, something.
You think this is fake.
You think we switched it off at our house.
I'm telling you, the power has legitimately gone out.
It's the end of the fucking world!
I'm ready! And I got my baby hands cousins who can't hold the camera and it's all shaky.
And I got my brother who's unprepared for the end of the universe.
And I stand vindicated.
With all my cans, my fire, my post-apocalyptic hoes, if you clucked them.
Just as I said.
He did bring post-apocalyptic hoes.
Uh-huh. He did.
And he got the post-apocalyptic booze.
Now, what are you gonna eat? Got the wine?
Got the hoes? Ahhhh!
Shit! Look, it's only a matter of time.
They start as temporary power cuts.
It's only a matter of fucking time.
You're on dim fucking ice, you toks.
You're lucky this round.
Post-apocalyptic hoes.
I've got wine. Get all the hoes out to the apocalypse, bro.
Apocalypse phones are real.
There's phones everywhere. How can I repopulate the human species?
So why is the neighbor asking Tristan for his powerful flashlight?
I don't know. And how does he know that we have a powerful flashlight?
Somehow everyone knows Tristan has the world's most powerful flashlights and how people want them.
And Tristan feels super happy and excited and powerful and like, wow.
Like he thinks he's important.
He's not important. He bought an overpriced flashlight or a thousand dollars.
He is about to bring him his flashlight.
So the neighbor wants to borrow my flashlight.
He obviously watches the YouTube.
Oh.
He watches my YouTube channel, bro.
Yeah.
The police is doing it.
Police? Why?
They stole the...
the...
electricity.
Somebody stole the wires.
Gypsies?
That's super Romanian.
Someone stole the electricity wire.
The police are over there. Some gypsies are stealing electricity wires, apparently.
It's the end of the world, bro.
It's Mad Max. I haven't seen this shit ever.
People in London are looting.
Here, they're stealing electricity wires.
It's the end of the universe. And I am prepared, unlike you and you.
And as we sit around my fire, my fire of vindication, you two...
I have a flashlight too. Let me tell you something.
Fuck off. I bought this flashlight.
It's perfectly usable. Baby flashlight, yeah?
It's just not ridiculously big.
Yeah, baby flashlight. That's cute. It's in my pocket and it's fine.
That's real cute. It's not the size that matters, yeah?
Is that what you tell your girlfriends? What the fuck are you doing?
Rory. I was upstairs.
What the fuck? I lost it and I thought, fuck it.
What the fuck are you doing?
What are you doing? You look like a fucking idiot.
Having a haircut. That's not a haircut.
What is it then? What the fuck have you done?
You look retarded.
Don't look good. You look like a special needs kid.
Well. Give me the fucking razor.
What do I do now? I... I'm going to bed.
I'm going to bed. It's two o'clock in the afternoon.
You can't go to bed. What else does a man do when he's lost his mind, Tristan?
Leaving Belarus 00:01:39
There's no alcohol. I'm in isolation.
I knew the quarantine was coming, but I didn't predict this fucking time to be here.
They're losing their minds, bro.
They're losing their minds. Only I am prepared for the quarantine.
Mentally, he can't take it.
I don't know how to handle this.
What's not wrong with you? Fuck, I don't know.
You look like a dickhead.
I can't... It doesn't look good.
It does look good. Bro, I think it looks good.
Thanks, bro. The fuck is your problem?
You as well? No one talked to me for the rest of the week.
I'm not talking to any of you. I'm leaving the country, actually.
I've decided to leave the country.
Fuck you, bro. You can't leave.
I'm leaving. I'm gonna find somewhere to go, and I'm fucking leaving.
Tate, we're leaving. There's two countries over.
I've confirmed clubs and bars are open in two places in Europe.
Minsk, Belarus, Stockholm, Sweden.
I say we go to Belarus. The only problem with Belarus is there's a 14-day self-quarantine.
So we'll just go in, pretend we're in a self-quarantine, get booze, start drinking, go straight to the club.
Same day. Uh-huh.
If I got sent to jail in Sweden for violating some sort of curfew, that's fine.
You, you, especially you, even me, none of us want to go to the Belarusian jail.
And Belarus hate foreigners.
They say, hey, let me see your passport.
They will, they're itching to find some foreigner out with their fucking quarantine papers on them.
They're itching for it.
And don't even pretend that you're done.
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