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April 19, 2024 - Tate Speech - Andrew Tate
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The Texan Takes It All | Tate Confidential Ep 227
# white people norms uno the matrix andrew tate bailey sarian beef ribs conspiracy theories cultural conflict eggs reality jihad online feuds poker game religious debate space tar sun reality

Andrew Tate confronts Bailey Sarian over perceived cultural betrayals, escalating into a debate on religious norms and "Matrix" resistance. The dialogue shifts to absurd conspiracy theories where Tate denies the reality of eggs and the sun, claiming heat originates from Earth's core while mocking Sarian as a "space tar." After physical sparring and a poker game where Tate finally loses, he plays Uno for $500 before refusing to share his winnings, illustrating his entrenched isolationism and refusal to adhere to conventional social or economic exchanges. [Automatically generated summary]

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I Think The Sun's Real 00:05:59
How are you?
Good. Where you been? Jim? Jim.
Alex. Alex the man.
Nice to see you. Andrew.
Too slow! I got you.
Is that funny? That was pretty funny.
You have to admit it. I got you. I don't find that funny.
I find it offensive. You find it offensive?
Yeah. Because I trusted you.
It's not that I was actually too slow, because I didn't try and move fast.
It's that I trusted you and you broke the trust.
I don't think that's funny. I don't think breaking the trust of your friends is a very funny thing to do, Bailey.
Maybe for you white people, that's normal.
But where I'm from, when you grow up together and you live together and you're fighting a war against the matrix, you rely on each other.
But I guess we're just built a little bit differently, aren't we?
Okay, okay. No, no, no, no.
Let's try it again. Let's try it again.
I will never shake your hand again.
You can take your Christian shit.
You can go read that Bible.
Jesus forgives. I don't.
Ever. We do jihad.
We're built different. You can go forgive.
Go forgive. Go read the Bible. No.
Try Jesus. Don't try me.
Andrew. No. I will never, ever shake your hand ever again.
So you're just going to leave me hanging forever?
Correct. Fair.
Fair. Last time you said that you gave him beef ribs and everyone on that TC episode freaked out because they said like those bones can like kill him.
Like pierce his stomach. Freaked out where?
What do you mean? He just said you're not supposed to give dogs bones like that because it can kill them.
What, in the comments? Yeah.
There's like 50 comments. I'm a real G with street problems.
You think I read fucking comments?
I don't read comments. I don't give a shit what they say.
Plus, they obviously forgot the science that I am built different.
Meaning, by extension, my boy's built different.
Imagine having a dog that's dead from a bone.
Isn't it give a dog a bone?
Isn't that the whole fucking song?
Can't give your dog a bone, it might die.
No wonder all of you fucking losers can't get anywhere in life.
Even your dogs are pussies.
Bro, G is built different.
He'll eat a fucking cow.
Bone and all. Fucking crying her eyes about giving your dog a bone.
The world's gone so fucking soft.
I eat those bones, bro.
I chew those beef rib bones myself.
If there's one thing that doesn't police my behavior, it's the comment section.
She's built different. As am I. Yeah, Bailey's a Star Tard.
I think the sun's real. The sun's real, bro.
I think the sun is a star.
And you think it's real. I mean, you're a Star Tard.
You're a Star Tard, bro. I mean, you weren't with us and could take confidential when we worked out the eggs weren't real.
I meant that you were still somewhere in Texas reading the Bible.
Do you believe in eggs?
I knew this couldn't be real.
Do you believe in eggs?
That's what I mean. There can't be a super high net worth, an ultra high net worth individual.
Cannot be asking me whether I believe in eggs.
Do you believe in them? No, I've gone mad.
I've gone insane. Do you believe in eggs?
This is a big fantasy land.
So wait, eggs, right? So it's an egg.
Yeah. And if you eat it, it's good for you.
But if you don't eat it, it becomes a dinosaur.
Or chicken, yeah.
Or like a crocodile, yeah.
Do you believe in that? I don't believe in eggs, buddy.
Sorry. I'm not sure I believe in boats.
Wait a second. Andrew might be fucking right.
There might be no such thing as fucking eggs.
You tried to order me eggs on the menu, and this has come.
And they're trying to pretend this is eggs?
So is eggs like a floating, a-a-a-changes?
Is that an egg? Is that how they describe eggs?
They're telling me eggs are real. You just order off the menu.
You try to order eggs to be a smart ass, and this shit came.
It's just an egg. You said when that egg's come, you're up to admit eggs are real, blah blah blah.
I did say that. I agree with that, 100%.
And now you're sitting here telling me that the sun is real.
The sun's definitely real. You missed out on something.
You've been discovering what's real and what isn't for the longest time, and Bailey was somewhere in Texas.
Alright, Bailey, prove the sun's real.
Have you ever touched the sun?
Bro, I'm gonna go touch it now.
Have you ever held it? Bring me the sun if it's real.
F*** you and your burden of proof.
It's not even real because you can't even look at it.
How can you look at something that's not real?
Don't even look at the sun.
If you go blind, I'll admit it's real.
Only if you go blind.
If you don't go blind, it's not real.
See? Can't even look at it.
How can you look at something that's not... How can you look at something?
How come your camera can't see the sun?
Wait a minute. Bailey, I'm not joking.
Your camera can't see the sun.
Why is that? Put your camera in the sun.
So wait. We're talking about something that Bailey can't look at that doesn't appear on camera.
Baby, point that camera at the sun.
You cannot see the sun on that camera.
It doesn't exist! It's never existed!
Your camera is the real universe.
Your mind has been fooled into thinking there's something called the sun up there, but the camera is a machine.
It's not emotionally swayed by the arguments of big sun and big government.
Point the camera at the sun and admit you can't see it with the camera.
Heat comes from the Earth's molten core.
From the ground, dummy.
Yeah, the air is warm enough.
Doesn't need no sun. You're a space tar.
Point That Camera At The Sun 00:10:43
Yeah. I have nothing to say.
Why do you wear such dorky little glasses?
Because they make my skinny neck look bigger.
It keeps the focus up here and not down here, you know?
Why don't you just get your eyes laser and be Cyclops?
Absolutely not. I'm scared of lasers.
I'm scared of lasers because I'm a super dork.
I tried staring at the sun once but then I realized it wasn't real because Tristan was correct.
You look so weird in those.
Yeah, so do you. I'm trying to show you how gay you look.
I can hear you on the mic.
Can you hear me on the mic? We're going to be live editing this one.
Cool. So I've prepared absolutely zero questions.
That's good. No, that's fantastic.
We'll just freestyle it. Yes, I don't think we need questions.
Me neither. I think we'll agree on most things.
Hopefully we disagree on a few things as well, because it'll be an interesting conversation.
But if not, we can just complain.
Yes, we can. British. I think we can compare quite a lot as well.
I think we've had many similar experiences at different levels.
Absolutely, absolutely.
I'm here.
A little different.
I'm on some 2024 badness.
I'm all bad back. You do have to fuel up for body shots in a few minutes.
Oh yeah, I'm probably beating the shit out of everybody.
One? Let's go, bro.
Let's go! Luke's gonna get his ass whooped by a man who is fueled by M&Ms.
And strawberries. And strawberries.
Well, I mean... Why are we taking this elevator?
Why? Why?
Come on! Come on! It'll be snuggle-vuggle!
This is the shittiest elevator.
This is the greatest elevator. Look how small it is.
Look, his head's nearly on the bloody thing.
Take him off my face!
🎵🎵🎵 You're not going to tell me what to do, boys.
Nice, that was fucking beautiful.
🎵🎵🎵 Go on, Andrew. Drop it, drop it.
That's it, that's it, that's it.
Nice, nice. All that calisthenics.
Let's go. Ten seconds last.
Ten seconds last. All out, all out, all out wall.
All out wall. All out wall.
All out wall.
All out wall. All out wall.
All out wall. All out wall. All out wall. All out wall. All right.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Breathe, breathe, breathe. Just so people know, we went straight from Katie Hopkins right to sparring.
Not even five minutes.
We were home. Shorts on, gloves on, go.
One minute.
Three, two, one.
More clothes. Come on!
Fuckin' go! All the energy you need to fuck pussy.
No energy for this whore.
Wait a second.
I can't think of a better gift to give Luke for his birthday than a broken rib.
rib.
I'll do my best. Is that going to be your birthday present?
Yeah. He brought me the gift of pain.
The gift of pain.
Normally your friends, they get you nice things.
36 rounds for a birthday.
The gift of pain. If he's going to break your rib for your birthday, then I'm going to take all your money at poker.
Good luck, bro. The rib might happen.
The rib might happen. You are not touching a fucking penny of my money.
That is not going to age well, but it's fine.
Hey, beautiful, beautiful.
Ten seconds.
Last ten, you're asking everything you've got.
Don't stop punching, don't stop punching.
Forward.
Slow down, go, go, go, go, go.
Gee if you have to.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Ten.
Three, two, one, time.
Last shot was good.
Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, da-da.
Five, four, three, two, one, time.
Nine.
Love you.
It's poker time, boys.
boys let's go you were in your tactical gear I see Very comfortable. That is a very good move.
Tristan's going to get stuffy in his tuxedo.
You're playing for comfort.
I think you might have an advantage there.
So, plus one point to Andrew, for sure.
But, Nigel is wearing the tactical black man bandana, so we're all screwed.
Just saying. I had the highest pair on the board until the eight came up.
Two diamonds, but I didn't worry about that after the flop.
Well, I had ace, two, three, four.
Well, you had what?
The losing hand? Is that what I heard?
For the first time tonight, yeah.
For the first time tonight, I had the losing hand.
Quite a big one though, wasn't it?
It was fairly big, I'm still doing okay.
Check.
Check.
This evening's banker.
I don't know how Tristan feels holding my money.
That's a lot more thinking right now.
Let's dance, ladies. Let's dance.
Tristan, are you turning up the shit talk?
I'm turning up the shit talk. Oh, no, no, no.
The shit talk's now being turned back.
All right, good. Oh, you have to be fucking joking.
Oh, quiet. Seven's coming.
It's all right. It works. Suck my short dick!
A lanky, ugly, goofy, birthday thrift.
I don't know. You took him out.
Fucking knew it, cunt.
I'm happy. Look, look, look.
You could use my life. Why are we playing Uno for $500?
Because we are. Highest car goes first, yeah?
Sure. Ooh.
It skips higher than eight.
It just is, isn't it? It's a better card.
So what does that mean? I go first?
You go first, so I deal to myself first.
Alright, let's do it. I insist you cut the deck.
Tristan, it's 5 a.m.
I know, buddy. We've been gambling playing poker all night.
I've won loads of money on side bets.
Cut the deck. So I deal to me first, you go first.
I'm going to get a statue. Let's go.
What's up, baby?
More money.
Why are we playing catch?
Give me your money.
Give me your money.
Thank you, sir. Good night.
You are not touching a fucking penny of my money.
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