Tristan Tate declares an emergency meeting to execute a reckless 2026 Middle East mission—three flights, dirt bikes, and luxury cars (Bugatti/Pagani) through war zones—to "prove" courage amid Dubai missile threats. Mocking COVID-19 "cowards" who fled China early, he livestreams the stunt on Twitter, dismissing Iran escalation risks as irrelevant while framing UAE leadership as allies. Supplies checked, followers urged to track updates, Tate’s defiance becomes a spectacle of bravado over survival. [Automatically generated summary]
Gonna bring the feeling of producer to the emergency meeting.
Hi, friends.
So time is against us.
We have to give you guys a quick update on our plans, in case we die Although I do think it's impossible to die because Tristan's got his adventurer hat on from Kazakhstan.
It's actually my road warrior hat now, because I am a road warrior, a road warrior, a warrior of the road.
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So basically, we got tired with everyone being a fucking coward and pissing their pants.
Let me rewind Sorry, let me rewind.
Did you mind if I rewind if I please time travel?
Let me see time travel.
Take it back through time.
Take it back to about 2019, 2020.
Take it back.
Everyone was peeing their pants off to do COVID.
All the people in China are dropping dead.
The two realist niggers on the internet said, fuck this, let's take the last flight out of this hellhole where they're about to lock people down and go to open countries and live stream and get ourselves in trouble with the matrix and get ourselves put in jail for exposing big farmers scam.
Who were those two real niggas?
The only two real niggas?
Now everyone pretends they know Covet was a scam.
They pretend they're tough now, but at the time they pissed their pants.
At the time, two real niggers went to Sweden and fucked everything that moved and all over the internet and in Belarus and Belarus what everyone else is like.
Oh my god, I might get the sniffles.
Oh, my grandma, my grandma, let me suck off my grandma.
I wasn't even wearing fucking condoms in Sweden, let alone fucking face covet masks.
Anyway, long story short, that's kind of.
In one way, that's one of the reasons we blew up, isn't it?
Because we were the only niggers in a world full of bored people staring at their laptops listening to their wives yeah, two real niggas were living life and that that we we kind of owe our success to that bravery.
Yeah, what do you say when you don't know what to do?
Always take the brave choice.
When you're not sure what to do, take the brave choice.
So let me aikido forward in time one second, 2026.
Everyone is peeing their pants again.
There's missiles in the Middle East.
And oh, isn't it dangerous in Dubai?
I'd rather be here in London where you get stabbed.
Blah, Maybe I'll get a flight out of Dubai if I could charter a jet and get fucked in the butt by a male aerostrate on my way to Paris.
Get out now!
Get out now!
Run away!
Get out now!
A series of unfortunate events have left us outside of the action zone, the danger zone.
Because we were in Kazakhstan, which was the danger zone.
Yeah, we were in...
So, we were in...
We were in Turkey, Remaining, Kazakhstan, New York.
We took an extended trip that happened weeks before anyone knew this stuff was going to kick off.
And I was in Almaty partying it up with the Kazakh nomads, drinking their milky, alcoholic-flavored beer, thinking this is fucking epic.
And then suddenly...
Almaty with the Kazakh batty.
not allowed to return to Dubai because there's rockets, there's rockets, get out now, get out now.
Run away!
Let me tell you.
Run away!
I like Dubai.
So do I.
And if I like something or I want to be somewhere, I'm going to go there.
I don't know about you.
Bro, I love Dubai.
I'm going to go there.
I'm a rich nigger.
I'm a rich nigger, and that's the only place rich niggers can thrive.
So, everyone's pooing their pants, as always.
And as the world poos its pants, two men owe it to the world to set a real example and charge at the gunfire.
But, Andrew, all the airports in Dubai and Abu Dhabi and the UAE are closed.
How are you going to get in?
Have you seen the hat?
Yes or no?
Have you seen the hat?
Position answer all your trifling ass motherfucking questions about how I'm getting in.
I just need to get somewhere in the Middle East.
Nice.
Nice.
You put me somewhere in the Middle East, and the Road Warrior will find his way home.
That's what our plan is.
What's your plan?
Is it detailed?
No.
Somehow, get to the Middle East.
I keto my way to four wheels, point my vehicle in the right direction, straighten my Road Warrior hat, warm up the engine with a sand whirlwind Aikido storm, and ride like the wind.
Yeah, so our basic plan is to get somewhere in the Middle East, get on dirt bikes, drive through the desert, get across the border into the UAE, where a Bugatti and a Pagani are waiting for us, where we can burn all the way home to Dubai in the middle of a war, amongst falling ordnance, while everyone else runs away.
We go there to prove they're fucking pussies.
And the reason we're doing this emergency meeting is because our first flight, we have to take three flights to pull this off.
Our first flight leaves in two and a half hours.
So we're updating you on our plans.
We're gonna have sporadic communications.
We're gonna have bad internet, but we're gonna update Twitter with everything we're doing the entire way, and you're gonna watch us make it all the way into Dubai while everyone else pisses their pants and leaves Dubai.
Guys, I am very angry at every fucking coward who left.
Do not go to Dubai to avoid taxes.
Talk about how great it is.
Talk about how nice your life is.
And the second there's any kind of inconvenience, run away like a fucking pussy.
If you love a country, you fucking stand there and you stick by it.
You should be standing in your city showing that you're unafraid.
Dubai's been good to us.
Anyone who hates Dubai is fucking poor.
It's a fantastic place for rich people to be.
All rich people like it.
All broke people hate it.
And the reason everyone's hating on it on the internet right now is because it's so great.
I want to make a point.
No one is saying right now, ha ha ha, you live in Tehran and you got bombed.
And they're not saying, ha ha ha, you live in Tel Aviv and you got bombed.
You know why?
Because they know that Tehran and Tel Aviv are both shitholes.
So no one cares.
But when you live in Dubai, they make fun of you because they know your life is great.
They know Dubai is great.
They're hard coping.
They're trying to pretend they don't want to live there when truthfully, they can't afford to live there.
Because if you crash a Mini Cooper or you crash your Volkswagen Golf and post it online, nobody cares.
If I crash my Bugatti or when that Pagani window smashed and we posted it online, billions of impressions of people saying, aha, your car's broken.
Why?
Because you want it.
Hey, always comes from below.
I wish you had it.
Hate always comes from below.
Dubai is a wonderful place.
And look, I'm not an Arab.
I'm not Emirati.
However, what I am is a loyal real nigger.
And I respect the UAE leadership.
He's walking around the fucking mall right now.
Walk around the fucking mall right now.
Straight to the mall.
I like the leadership.
I like the politics.
I like the city.
I like the country as a whole.
It's been good to me.
I like living there.
It's amazing.
So even though I'm American and I'm not Emirati, I at least give respect back where respect's been given to me.
It's the only country that I've lived in in the last 20 years where I'm allowed to just live in freedom, unharassed and unperturbed by random retards trying to fuck with me.
I like it there.
So you've been good to me, Dubai.
So I'm going to set an example for the whole world and prove that even under these not ideal circumstances, it's still the place to be.
And to prove that, I need to get there.
And to get there, I'll do anything, Road Warrior hat on, right like the wind.
Mad Max, dirt bikes, backpacks.
You and I. We've had war room members prepare supplies for us in four different countries.
We have water drops.
We have protein bars.
We have fuel canisters.
We have dirt bikes.
All we have to do is get to the Bugatti and the Pagani, which are hiding near the border of UAE.
We cross into UAE, we get in the bug, we get in the Pagani, we burn all the way home to our penthouse, laughing about how everyone's a fucking faggot besides us.
We're the last fucking real niggas alive.
We're going at the war.
And you know what?
Someone said to me, Andrew, what happens if you get there and everything gets a whole bunch worse?
And my answer is this.
Good.
Good.
Because when it all goes down, I'm not going to be sitting here outside fucking tweeting.
I'm so glad I ran away.
I'm so glad I peed my pants and I wasn't there.
No, my life story is I was there.
I was held up in the fucking hotel spraying my AK at the fucking Iranian army before I got hit by a fucking drone.
That's where I was.
I was in the fucking war.
Because that's where I lived.
I didn't fucking run.
I was there.
So I hope it gets worse.
I don't get fucking stranded there.
Give me a fucking gun.
You know, Andrew?
What's the point in living if you don't feel a fucking live?
How many times in our life should we have run away?
We could have run away from lots of stuff.
Do you remember when we went to Florida after we got free from Romania?
And it was like, oh, you have to go back to Romania at some point.
Otherwise, they'll do this.
Romania can't extradite me from America.
I didn't have to come back.
I came back because I'm a real nigger.
We're not running from the police.
We don't run from nobody.
We don't run from the court.
We don't run from Iran.
You can't spell Iran without Iran.
What if it escalates?
What if it escalates?
Bitch, I'm Tristan Tate.
I don't give a fuck.
Listen.
Escalate rhymes with Tristan Tate.
Iran, if you escalate, we'll escalate.
Road Warrior hat.
You don't want us to escalate, Iran.
So I'm just telling you, I'm about to come.
I'm about to be there.
So if you want to escalate, we'll fucking escalate.
We're not bitch made like all these other fucking faggots who post about how great Dubai is and piss their fucking pants because a tennis ball flew over the border.
I don't give a fuck.
You want to escalate with us?
You want to fucking escalate with us?
Fucking try it.
We're Road Warriors to the end.
All right, should we get to the airport?
Go get to the airport.
And we got to talk and make sure that the War Room guys, I nearly said his name, have the bikes already full of fuel.