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Jan. 11, 2024 - Tate Speech - Andrew Tate
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The Monk Who Drinks Coffee | Tate Confidential Ep 208
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I was getting my ass kicked yesterday.
You did. You didn't win a single game.
Bro, fucking...
The first two games, I literally never had a good hand once.
Skill issue. Skill issue.
And then the third game, I had three good hands at the beginning, and then it just turned to complete trash.
You think I had a good hand all night?
Absolutely not. Of course not, but you need to get the odd good hand to win.
Nine, three, seven, five, garbage.
Why are we going to the mall?
Because, uh, you know what, Bailey?
You've been with us a while now, and you've worked so hard, and I feel like, because I have so much money, like, literally I could spend a hundred grand, it means nothing to me.
I think I should give you a token of my appreciation for how much hard work you do, so I've decided to take you here and buy your present.
I don't believe you.
Ah, so you're not a total idiot, because you're correct.
I'm not buying you a fucking thing.
Get fucked. Andrew does smoke a ridiculous amount of shit.
Andrew, we were smoking all night.
Why are we doing this again, Andrew?
We were smoking all night long.
Yeah, we were smoking all night playing poker, that's correct.
And then we're smoking again now because we had a break.
We just woke up.
I can't smoke in my sleep.
Yet. How many coffee did you order?
Twenty. Why? Twenty-one.
What's nine plus ten?
Twenty-one! You stupid!
Twenty-one, sorry. One extra.
We're gonna be fully stimulated.
You forgot my coffee. They just keep coming.
Excuse me, do you do hot chocolate here?
Yes. Do I see hot chocolate?
Marcel. Are you scared of coffee, Marcel?
I'm having both. This is why we have to fight in our house all the time.
It has to be violence. Because Marcel just brings it upon himself.
Try it. You see that?
See? You see?
If you go to the highest temple in Shaolin, they're drinking tea.
No one's got hot chocolate with cocoa fucking sprinkles.
Tea's for the bad men.
If you're walking through the forest at night and a monk appears holding a hot cup of tea, you're like, shit.
If he has a hot chocolate, you're like...
Okay. The British Empire conquered the entire world when it comes to tea.
And you Africans know how that turned out.
But is it pink tea? It's pink.
Pink's a real bad man color.
When you're at my echelon, the highest echelons I'm asking in Cape Philly, I have supercars in pink.
Oh look, a pink supercar, a girl's in it.
Oh no, top Jesus. I have nothing to say to that.
Body shots in a few hours can say what the fuck you want.
You'll mess me up. You're right, I will.
Everyone's dying. You beat me in poker, so you're fucked.
He has hot chocolate, so he's fucked.
So you admit, I beat you in poker.
Yeah, everyone got lucky, they rigged the deck, and now I was gonna pay the price.
You just had a skill issue. I'll show you skill issues, no problem.
We had a Romanian dealer, and Alex won some money.
So I smell a conspiracy.
Because you can't trust Romanian. We're gonna talk about skill issues.
See how long you're holding the camera for.
So your arms still work.
There's more to talk to me.
I don't understand. I already had two coffees before you got the show.
I'll say we sent him loads of money and he talked to me.
We gave him a bunch of money without even meeting him.
We don't know who he is. Fuck off.
Who? Cigarette, baby? Sure. You don't need therapy?
No, I'm good.
Because I did well in the first therapy, and now he's well.
He didn't finish his first cigarette.
Andrew, if you don't finish all of these coffees, you will never see your family again.
That is tempting, but I do want coffee.
So I'm gonna have to unfortunately finish.
21 Americanos.
21? People don't realize it's just the warm-up.
Where's you getting the day started? I'm a bad man.
Real bad man.
The professor is from the real world.
Every single day have a meeting and they talk about their monumental successes because we're a meritocracy in which your merit is rewarded.
They get paid millions and millions of dollars to ensure that we make people millionaires.
So every single day they have a meeting and they have to prove to me and others that they are making people money.
Please understand, our school isn't like a normal school.
You turn to a normal school, the teacher can teach you rubbish.
Doesn't matter. But in our school, teachers have to show you how to make money.
And they have to come up with proof.
They have to say, look, here's how you make money.
You make money. You show the teacher.
The teacher has to then come to me and say, look, this guy from Nigeria, this guy from Kazakhstan, this guy from Indonesia, this guy from a real dump like America, he's made some money.
And they have to then satisfy themselves to me or they get replaced.
It's a meritocracy.
So what happens is, in these meetings, at the end of them, they come and say, yeah, we should get some more students in.
And they ask me to tell everyone at home that if you join the real world for $49 a month, you can make some money.
But it offends me, it upsets me, and I'm tired of doing it.
The amount of social proof that exists for the real world is unprecedented.
We have a completely custom platform.
Nothing is Matrix owned.
Completely custom software.
Completely custom banking.
We teach things that you can't learn anywhere else.
We teach it all for $49 a month.
You spend more on lunch.
For a single day of the month than you could spend in a full-time educational platform being taught by millionaires.
Hey, you guys, you can join.
You know what? Just fuck off and stay broke.
I don't need you to join.
Nobody needs these people to join.
We have 200,000 students.
I'm actually of the mind now.
Where if you've been paying attention to me or any attention to the world and you've seen my brother interview the students who have made life-changing money, you've seen us and all our social proof, you've seen all our reviews, you've seen me talk about the platform and how it works, you've seen all these things and you still haven't joined, then perhaps you're just a dummy and you deserve to stay eternally poor.
You, I'm talking directly to you.
You're watching this video, aren't you?
On your phone or your little laptop and you're sitting there thinking about it.
Hmm, I don't know if I can risk $49.
Risk. There's no risk.
There's zero risk.
The only thing that can go wrong is that you join and then don't do any work.
There's people out there, Pastor. But if I will show you the exact path you need to walk to stop being an insufferable nobody, and you are still going to sit there and go, hmm.
That looks hard. And quit.
Or go, hmm, the exact roadmap to not be an insufferable nobody.
Or a pizza.
Hmm. And think about it.
Then just fuck off. I'll never meet you.
I don't care if you stay a loser.
My life's fine. I don't give a fuck about any of that.
So no. I refuse to tell people to join the real world anymore.
If you are such a dummy that you think you can do it all by yourself.
If you're so arrogant to sit there and go...
This millionaire who's holding other millionaires extremely accountable with endless social proof is showing people how to make money.
But I don't need him!
I can do it by myself.
And then, not having enough brain to go, well, if I can do it by myself, why is my life still shit and why am I still poor?
Then you're just an idiot.
Idiots need to exist. Idiots have a life path.
You have a destiny, my friend.
and your destiny is to flip the fucking burgers and wash my fucking car.
Have fun.
Winner! Winner! Winner! Winner!
What are we doing?
Smoking. Explain to me.
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