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Jan. 28, 2025 - Tate Speech - Andrew Tate
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IN THE TRENCHES | Tate Confidential Ep 270
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I'm sitting at my computer editing and I just hear you beefing Eskimos.
We're having loads of fun.
You're missing all the fun, bro.
What's your beef with Eskimos?
So basically, Donald Trump Jr. has gone to Greenland.
So I, as Prime Minister of the UK, the leader of the Broke Party, have sent a diplomatic cable to Greenland letting them know that we're going to take it now because the Eskimos had it and did nothing with it.
Like, you're Eskimos.
You've had Greenland for fucking 300 years.
What have you been fishing?
And snow angels.
Oh, I've been in the snow for years.
Maybe we should have a snowball fight.
Boring, unoriginal.
They've wasted it.
So what we're going to do, now that America's taken it over, is we're going to build Bitcoin mining facilities and enjoy the free refrigeration that comes from the cold, allowing America to build a BDC, Strategic National Reserve, at a cost-effective price.
So me, as the leader of the United Kingdom, have expressed my support for this policy and have warned Denmark.
I've just got the idea that we might take Iceland too.
So as Prime Minister, I'm going to send them a diplomatic cable.
But I do my diplomatic cables a little bit differently.
I tweet the countries on my Twitter account.
So I'm going to tweet Iceland and let them know they don't stand a chance against American might.
And the United Kingdom fully supports American imperialism when it comes down to stealing refrigerators we can use to mine Bitcoin.
Because I am tired of these fucking Eskimos sitting around wasting something that could be used.
Tristan, has an Eskimo ever paid your rent?
Uh, no.
Well, you're my Minister of War.
The Secretary of Defense has been renamed to Minister of War.
Tristan, you're my Minister of War, and I've had it with these pesky Eskimos.
I need you to use the full force of the British fleet to teach them a lesson.
I'll instigate a naval blockade.
How about that?
Naval blockade of Greenland.
I'm not going to get your whales that way, are you?
What are you going to do?
Sink their canoes.
Yeah, nice.
Too much canoodling going on up there anyway.
Exactly.
Hear, hear.
Hear, hear.
All right.
Rewind.
I go to America for two weeks, and I come back, and I hear all this PM. I don't even know what that means.
What is happening?
Fill me in.
We're breaking the fourth wall.
I don't even know what's going on.
I'm the future Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.
I have launched a political party called Bruv.
Britain restoring underlying values because every other political party is full of shit and they're not prepared to do the difficult things which must be done.
I was sitting around talking with Tristan how none of the parties can be trusted at 4 p.m.
And by 8 p.m.
I had a manifesto.
I changed my Twitter.
I had a website.
I had 100,000 signups.
I've got 67,000 followers on Twitter relaunched yesterday.
I've been contacted by every major news outlet in the world.
I have large campaign donors promising me millions and millions of dollars.
And everybody's asking me in which constituency...
I'm going to run.
The chance of me becoming prime minister is now at 100%.
The ids are gone.
We live in the land of when.
I am the future prime minister.
I've had enough of Greenland.
I have enough of Iceland.
I'm making my policies clear now.
So everybody who votes for me knows how the country is going to be run.
There's not going to be any fucking immigrants.
They're all fucking off.
The Royal Navy is going to blow them up, right?
Sure.
Thanks.
Minister of War has already been appointed.
Nobody likes Keir.
The British government is falling.
And I'm taking it over with the Brub Party.
And you know what?
It's a lesson.
Because I tell everybody all the time, it's amazing what you can do if you genuinely dedicate yourself and work hard.
I have conquered politics in one day!
One day!
I promise you.
This is a promise from the bottom of my heart.
It may take a year.
It may take five years.
It may take ten years.
I'm only 38. Before the age of 50. Andrew Tate will be the Prime Minister!
You need to go outside, buddy.
You spend your whole life in this bed and eating sirloin steaks.
And every time you're put outside, somehow within two minutes, you're back in and on this bed.
You should be outside chasing birds and killing things.
You become lazy as fuck, and you just want to sit here and eat.
So, to remain a killer, get up.
Get up.
You're going out.
Kill a cat or something.
Find a cat in the garden and annihilate it.
Are you doing what I think you're doing?
Well, Yusuf messaged Kosti saying, go pick up my Glover if we get outside.
I saw that message.
I thought, oh, so there's food here for Yusuf.
But he isn't here.
It's rules of the house.
And me and Nigel were hungry.
It's breakfast time.
Breakfast time.
So Yusuf orders food for himself and you just decide to eat it all because food's on the table and the rule of the house is if food is in the public domain, it's free for anybody.
Yeah, exactly.
It's up for grabs.
Yeah, and then we're going to put it back in the bag and we put something that heavy in the bottle so he doesn't notice.
And then put it back here and leave it on the table so he thinks his breakfast is here.
Is this the greatest house in the world or the worst house in the world?
Because that's diabolical.
It depends.
For me and Nigel right now, it's pretty good.
For Yusuf, not so much.
Well, I mean...
You hungry, Bailey?
Do I need to eat Yusuf's food?
Yes, you do.
You have to join in.
We all have to commit the crime together.
Do any other group of friends do this to each other?
We're the only ones.
I don't know, but we are super hilarious.
I'm not even that hungry, though.
Alright, pass me a fork.
Is that Yusuf pulling up, Bailey?
Can you check?
I'll check.
It is.
It's really hot and hard to eat.
Yeah, it's very good.
Marina's locked the door, good.
So let's save you some time.
- Go.
- Hey, you shoot. - No, no, no, no. - Hey, you see what you do?
- Oh, no. - Now I saw you filming, so I-- - Look, I have a phone time.
- Oh, I get it.
I get it.
I get it.
You got me.
Nice.
He got me.
Hungry Youssef?
That's why I got to...
I should have sent you some.
Yeah, but there was me and Nigel.
Yeah.
It was really good.
Oh, you thought you could appease the horde by buying extra.
Sorry, mate.
When you sent a message to Kossi who was last time to hit the globo, I was like, food, and Youssef's not here.
That was a big mistake.
There might be a few grains of rice left.
You're a piece of shit.
What would you have done to me?
You and Yusuf, what would you have done to me?
If food arrived for me and I was half an hour away, what would you and Yusuf have done?
Yusuf would have left it, but I definitely wouldn't have eaten it.
I think Yusuf would have caved to pure pressure.
I think you would have talked him into it.
I really do.
You have to watch your back 24-7 in this house now.
It's the rules of the house.
We're a bunch of hungry dudes.
There's food on the table.
Yusuf's fucking in his little taxi doing whatever he's doing.
Bad timing.
Tactical error.
How long did you wait for that, Yusuf?
An hour.
An hour?
Are you hungry?
I'm starving.
What's that?
You piece of shit.
shit he was so hungry
he waited an hour music plays
you can't keep leaning into this you can't keep leaning into this Are you trying to say I'm the kind of man who's so petty that if something goes viral on the internet, I'll just double down on it?
Like saying I'm a human trafficker, or saying I'm a bad guy, or saying that I love Hello Kitty cereal.
Is that what you're trying to say?
I think that's what I'm trying to say.
You don't need Hello Kitty cereal in a Hello Kitty bowl.
Bailey.
Andrew, this is too far.
Too far.
There's some things about the universe you don't understand.
One of them.
I don't think I want to understand Hello Kitty things, honestly.
Mmm.
I get stronger every day because of my Hello Kitty cereal and my Hello Kitty bowl and my Hello Kitty spoon.
And if you have something to say about that, we can fight anytime you fucking want.
Put on the gloves.
I'm gonna destroy the Hello Kitty paradigm.
I was down with the cereal.
You had me at the cereal.
But there's no excuse for that bowl.
What about a spoon?
That can't add to the flavour or nutrition of Helligate Cereal.
Mine is for me and strong, then.
Well, to be fair...
Answer me!
I demand answers, you little faggot!
Why am I so big and strong?
To be fair, you don't drink whiskey out of a plastic cup, do you?
Doesn't really change the taste or flavour.
Cognac and those big white glasses.
Maybe there are correct vessels for certain foods and beverages.
Tristan, don't...
Don't let him get away with this.
If I said to you, Bailey, let's have a whiskey right now with ice and I gave it to him a plastic cup, what would you say?
I'd look at you weird.
Because whiskey goes in glass.
It does go in glass.
Maybe, just maybe, we've been plastic cupping our whiskey the whole time in the form of Hello Kitty cereal.
Maybe eating out of normal human-sized bowls just wasn't the way to do it.
Maybe you're a chicken!
And you're a fucking dickhead.
And I'm sick of living with two dickheads.
Two fucking losers.
You're short.
You're a faggot.
Two little losers who try and hate on me and my brilliance.
This is called synergy.
You need to study the secrets of the universe.
Vibration of frequency.
This is synergy.
Hello Kitty cereal in a Hello Kitty bowl with a Hello Kitty spoon.
Everything lines up.
You know how sometimes in life everything just goes together and works up practically?
You don't know anything about that!
You're a fucking family!
Because I'm not on house arrest and Bailey's not on house arrest.
Yeah, what's the one factor here?
So let's go out for a steak?
Let's go right now.
You've been in the house too long, sir.
Did you just order five boxes of sunglasses?
Everyone wants to be me, Bayley.
Wake up!
Bayley, wake up!
Welcome to the real fucking world!
Everyone's trying to be Andrew Tate.
All the conservatives are crying their eyes out, why don't you follow Andrew Tate?
Because they want to be me.
They want to be a famous bad guy.
They want to be a superhero and big and rich and strong.
Didn't you notice that nobody ever smokes cigars?
And then I pop on the internet and now you can't go anywhere without some dipshit smoking a cigar pretending he matters.
He doesn't fight the Matrix.
He's not globally famous.
He's not billionaire.
He's nobody with a cigar who wants to be me.
So, I decided...
To get my sunglasses made on bulk.
And I was going to sell them, but I've come to a very sobering conclusion.
And the conclusion is, there's already enough people trying to emulate me.
Trying to imitate me.
And if I sell these sunglasses, there's going to be a whole bunch more little Andrew Tates running around in my sunglasses.
Which is going to annoy me.
Because there are already a bunch of little Andrew Tates running around talking to girls.
I'm the man.
Gays.
So I don't know.
If I sell these sunglasses, it might add to the problem.
So I'm deciding if I either keep them all or if I sell them all.
What do you think I should do?
On one hand, you could have a bunch of little kids running around school with the Andrew Tate sunglasses, calling everybody faggots.
That would piss the Matrix off.
I've got both designs.
I wear these ones when I wear a suit, and I wear these ones when I wear, let's say, a tracksuit or something.
I've got both designs.
I've got hundreds of pairs.
What I'm actually thinking of doing is putting them for sale on topg.com at $20,000 a pair.
Nice.
Not to make money.
But that way, if I run into someone with my sunglasses, I know they're a fucking G. And I can take photos with them.
I can swap numbers with them.
I know they're a man who makes money.
If I find anyone out there in the world with my sunglasses at 20 grand a pair, I will instantly talk, shake stock, shake his hand, take a picture.
I'll want to know who that guy is.
If I sell him at any kind of reasonable price, everyone will have him.
You know?
TopG.com already does millions and millions a month.
I don't want everyone to have my sunglasses.
So I think what I'm going to do, I'm going to put him off at 20 grand a pair.
Almost like a litmus test.
Andrew, you can't listen to sad music all day long.
Just because you're depressed, you missed the Trump coin.
And our friends made 20 in.
You can't just listen to sad music all day.
On repeat.
What'd you say?
I can't do what?
I said, you can't listen to sad music all day.
People don't realize you've not slept at all since missing the Trump coin.
You've been sitting at this computer for 48 hours straight.
No sleep.
About 43 hours and counting without any sleep at all.
I can't even hear you over the music.
Andrew.
Andrew, we can't.
No.
Give me a play-by-play.
How are you feeling?
I feel like I have so much money that I don't need the money.
But there was money that I didn't get.
Which is why I'm a winner.
Losers think I have enough.
That's why they never fucking get anywhere.
People like me have it all and want more.
That's what we do.
We conquer lands.
And we need more.
We take all the fucking money.
We take all the fucking women.
We need fucking more.
We have to have it.
And I, who only affords himself three hours of sleep a day...
Managed to sleep at the exact time I could have ached into a once-in-a-generational coin.
And it pissed me off.
Because I'm on this computer for 21 hours a fucking day.
True.
You know what?
I prayed for you.
The only answer is to never sleep again.
I'm praying for you.
I prayed for you this morning.
You're not allowed to pray for me.
I can pray for you all I want.
You can't even do anything about it.
No, you're not allowed.
I don't want you to pray for me.
I don't want your prayers.
Your prayers are not allowed.
I reject them.
I reject them all.
Good luck, sir.
Good luck, sir.
Because your prayers didn't help me.
And that's why I'm in the situation I'm in.
No, I'm praying for your heart, sir.
I want you to understand.
The fact I have hundreds of millions of dollars is the only reason I can take this out.
If I was broke and this happened to me, I'd fucking kill myself.
If I was broke, I'd jump off a fucking bridge.
I'm gonna pray that you have peace instead of greed, joy instead of envy, and that your heart is healed from this L. You should pray that I play this song a hundred times on repeat and sit on my chair for another 24 hours.
That's what you should pray for.
That's what's gonna fucking happen.
Are y'all in the trenches?
Maybe.
Boys, I'm sitting at my computer trying to edit your videos, and you're in the trenches making money.
I'm getting in the trenches.
Boomer Bailey is joining the trenches.
Well, Bailey, if you do it right, then you don't have to make our videos anymore.
You just sail off into the sunset with all your money.
That's all right.
You can quit.
That'd be a shame, yeah.
That'd be a real shame.
Bailey, you know, let me just give you millions of dollars.
Nothing is serious anymore.
Nothing is serious anymore.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
Everything is just imaginary money.
I was saying for years, money is not real.
It wasn't real five years ago.
When I was rich five years ago, it was a big deal.
Andrew's rich.
He has a Bugatti.
He's rich.
Now everyone's fucking rich.
Everyone has an AP. Everyone has a fucking Lambo.
Everyone's got money.
Nothing's real.
Numbers on a screen.
Vaporware garbage.
The USD is backed by nothing.
All these coins are fucking Ponzi's.
Everyone's in the trenches.
No one wants to do any real work.
No one's building factories or anything real.
I was just sitting there clicking away typing.
And the most interesting thing is people have conflated.
They've conflated losing money with work.
Because work sucks and losing money sucks.
So they think sitting in the trenches, scrolling up and down all day, losing all their money is somehow work.
But it's not.
Because when you work, you create something.
Even if you don't win that exact day by working, you're creating something.
Losing your money is just losing.
And we have this huge conflation now.
It's people like, I'm working, I'm in the trenches.
And here I am myself, in the fucking trenches, thinking I'm working.
Am I working?
What the fuck are we doing, Tristan?
What are we doing?
We're on house arrest for human trafficking, gambling millions of dollars on imaginary internet coins for no reason.
Think about how ridiculous this is.
This isn't real, am I? This is a simulation.
Trump's back.
Let's gamble.
- What's the handle? - You know I don't like you even more than that, you see?
'Cause simple fact you go in there before me. - I couldn't fucking get it. - Yeah, but I'm kinda losing on Trump, so it balances out.
It's fine.
I'll be happy. - And when I started the day filming you jamming out to this song, I walked in here to tell you good morning.
It is now 1 a.m.
1.30 and you're still listening to the same song.
He's depressed.
Full 19 hours later.
He is depressed.
Depressed that we only made 30 grand on Melania when our friends made 10M on Trump.
It'd be super funny if we went to zero.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
No one are lucky, Mike.
We deserve it.
We would deserve this old cover.
Anyone, if this goes to zero on anyone, they deserve it.
Meme coins are just fun.
They're fun, and you can either play or not play.
It's like going to the casino.
Nothing is serious anymore.
I don't think you realize nothing is serious.
Back in the day, if something happened in the world, it was taken seriously.
The largest fire in history where half of L.A. burns down.
That's serious.
In this world, people are kind of serious about it a while.
Then memes start, and then within 12 hours, no one gives a fuck.
Half the city burnt down.
No one even talks about it anymore.
Nobody cares.
Everyone lost their houses.
Half the city of LA. Later base.
Who cares?
You buy LA wildfire coins.
I bet that exists.
Of course it does.
Nothing matters.
We've lost all seriousness.
Think about it.
When's the last time anyone actually gave a shit about anything?
Aliens could literally come down from space, and we'd be here looking for the meme point.
Invasion meme point.
Hold up!
Hold up!
Nothing gives this shit!
Nothing matters!
Fucking clown world.
Super fun.
Super deep. Super deep. Super deep. Super deep. Super deep. Super deep. Super deep. Super deep. Super deep. Super deep. Super deep. Super deep. Super deep. Super deep. Super deep.
Yep.
Yeah.
Why not?
Yeah.
I love you to take them back.
I'm talking to him, you know?
He didn't give me any point whatsoever.
Tell him the fucking ninja that's gonna beat me up.
to beat me up.
I'm feeling different in this.
I only do it even though.
Don't care!
Hey!
I like the team.
Last half.
One minute Do a rebound punch straight Like this No holes there Nothing Okay Get back at what you can do You want to go take her Get that Get it Erschel
50 30 prospective - Five seconds. - Five seconds. - Five seconds.
- Five seconds. - Five seconds. - Okay. - Dance, dance, dance.
Dance party.
We have eight or seven minutes.
- Ah! - Five seconds. - Five seconds. - Five seconds. -
Five seconds. - Five seconds. - Five seconds. - Five seconds. - Five seconds. - Five seconds. - Five seconds. - Five seconds. - Five seconds. - Five seconds. - Five seconds. - Five seconds. - Five seconds. - Five seconds. - For those that don't know, that's the break timer.
- Yeah.
- Good.
- Toilet time.
- Yeah.
- Toilet time.
- Yeah.
- Toilet time. - I said no. - I went to know, but when time client a lay note.
- Yeah. - I'm gonna go zoom on, funny black beside the dust.
- When rich, - Till I'll mark out a friend up.
- And I go.
- Look, look, look, look. - You need to take a pillow, - I'm gonna touch it on my back. - I don't need a mother. - I don't need a mother. - I don't need a aunties, - I don't need a friend. - I don't need a scammer. - Let me just take his armor. - I don't want to waste punches. - I don't want to waste punches.
I'm even more precise with it.
The less the shape you are, the less you've got to get hit, the more clever you've got to be.
You've got less bullets.
You've got to become better.
It's different when you're in fight shape.
You can just fucking swing.
When we used to do body shots in fight shape, the other guy, I'd just fucking...
The whole fucking time, he'd just punch you.
What do you mean around?
Boom.
Non-stop.
Non-stop, like psychos.
Just keep going.
Because you're going to get tired.
But now it's more like, okay...
Like, I get tired halfway through the round, then I'm like, all right, okay, now I'm getting tired.
Move it.
Whack!
Whack!
And I hurt you!
Yeah, so I'm like, okay, then he doesn't want to come forward.
Now I can rest.
Yeah.
Like, thank you for your time.
You just can't let him do those four, five, six hooks in a row.
That's all he does.
You've got to just pivot, and you've got to stick the jab in the middle, and you've got to push him.
Push him back.
Yeah, no, like, when I do hit him and he stumbles back, he does go off balance.
Yeah, he goes off balance.
You're not pushing.
Also, when he...
Or if I dodge him and he goes off balance.
And also, when he hooks, he's off balance.
Yeah.
Because he has this weird way of hooking where he hooks weird.
When I hook, my weight's going forward.
I do like Roy Jones Jr., like gazelle hooks.
I jump in.
But he manages to hook while his weight is on his back foot.
It's weird.
So as he hooks, even if you just push him, he'll fly.
So even if you're close, when he goes to hook, just push him.
That's what I was doing.
When I was right up close to him, when he went to hook, I was pushing way up against the wall.
And I'm not pushing, I'm literally just...
Because his weight's already here, and he's swinging.
He's off balance.
Whereas, it doesn't work on me the same, because I hook, I actually jump into my hooks.
Forward.
Your hooks are very snappy too.
They're not as hard as his, but they're just whack.
Yeah, it's just seeing it.
It's just enjoying the chaos and just seeing it for what it is and just chilling out and going...
Like, it's like...
Second nature.
Yeah, second nature.
It's like, you think, but you don't think.
It's just experience, I guess.
It's just forever.
Yeah, that's the thinking bit.
The IQ. It's weird, because I can watch it and be like, this needs to happen.
But then when I'm in it...
Yeah, that's the chaos.
That's why I always tell the fighters, don't act, react.
You know, because sometimes when you think about something, till you think, boom, done, too late.
You've got to do it.
Second nature, if you drill to kill nonstop, you're drilling, drilling, drilling, drilling, it will be executed when you need it.
Otherwise, you know, he did millions.
Oh, when we're doing thousands of this, why not?
Doing 10,000.
You know?
Yeah, but for you, if I had to train you for a fight, if I had to train you for a fight, the first month, the first month would be just pivoting on this shoulder all the time.
The first month would be miss, miss, miss, miss, miss.
That would be the first month.
Three hours a day.
Until every time someone tried to hit you here or here, just miss.
That's all you need.
And then hitting people is easy.
It's not getting hit, that's the game.
Hitting people.
Anyone can hit anyone.
You get a fucking dickhead off the street.
Tell him to move.
He can't.
The game is not getting hit.
Hitting is easy.
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