My unmatched perspicacity coupled with sheer indefatigability makes me a feared opponent in any realm of human endeavor.
Emory Tate
The only person smarter and more intelligent than Andrew Tate and his brother Tristan, was their father. But the man also knew that which nature didn’t provide, nurture would.
So he taught his son(s) to be self-reliant and become better than the original template. He also taught them about their family name, tradition, and reputation. He gave them a sense of self few people possess or are lucky to be passed on down from their ancestors: a Name.
This is what separates true nobility from the vulgar peasants. The sense of historicity and the vector of progress; the very notion that your kin used to be poor or rich matters little. What does matter is what future generations, generational chains forming the genetic collar binding past and present together, will do with it.
Will they squander it, like the father of this British dragoon officer consummately played by Jason Isaacs in The Patriot (2000) movie?
Or will they multiply it, like one of my best friends managed to do with his trust fund he got when he was 30, using nothing but his wits?
What Emory Tate did was fundamental in establishing a mark on the future and making sure his legacy will endure past the mere mortality of his fragile coil. He raised winners, champions who turned out better than him at almost everything.
The senior will always be remembered as a polyglot and chess-master.
Now the Tate brothers both have families most of us don’t know and don’t care about. Privacy matters, people. It makes the whole difference between raising a child crooked in the limelight of the infernal public eye OR building a solid future for them away from media exposure and temptation.
They both made their money and escaped the rat race their father was in all his life, in spite or because of his genius.
They both became avid athletes and increased their culture and exposure to learning. And yes, perhaps Andrew couldn’t be the world’s no. 1 chess player and Tristan cannot master new languages in five weeks or less like his pops.
But both he and his brother proved their mettle inside the fighting ring, at the business table making deals, and in the thick of social media battles.
Not only that. When the Elites came after them, subjecting them to an unjust incarceration inside a Romanian jail, they remained together, their blood bond stronger than any temptation to cut and run. That is the measure of their character.
So, when the media and the elites are coming after the Tate brothers, they are trying to extinguish a family name. These two nefarious forces are attempting to put out the flame that saw each passing generation of Tates advance from perhaps a Master’s tool to self-made millionaires and inspirational speakers.
This is wrong. This is evil. To try and destroy people who have played the societal game according to the rules and came up on top, this is like a big slap in the face of all the people who truly believe they can improve their lot by hard work, diligence and steady application.
The wicked lesson the elites are trying to stamp on our psyches is brutally clear:
If the Tate brothers go down, that means democracy is meaningless, hard work and sacrifice count for nothing, and there isn’t anything we can do to change who we are and our station.
It also means the rich will always be rich and the poor will always be poor.
Premise #1: Andrew Tate is like Jesus Christ.
Oh, I know, I know. Comparing our Lord and Savior to a man like Andrew Tate is tantamount to heresy.
Pataxon me akouson de! Strike me if you must but listen up first.
Both JC’ and AT’s messages are messages of hope through hard work. Both imply salvation is at the fingertips of the believer and doer. Both messages are impregnated with the need to self-sacrifice. They ooze self-sacrifice in that they guarantee salvation only at the end of difficult trials and tribulations.
Whether you believe this or not, or if you Believe in a Higher Power, our Society is Collapsing because people do not believe in Self-Sacrifice any more.
But whereas Jesus Christ bequeathed us a legacy of Render on to Caesar what belongs to Caesar, Andrew Tate wants us to go beyond this. Tate exhorts us to become better by finding our vocation, whatever it may be, and working hard with only one goal in mind: become indispensable members of society and see our toil rewarded at just value.
And here is what I believe makes the two prophets radically different. Whereas JC wants Humanity to act morally but within the confines of temporal powers and according to its absurd set of rules, AT wants us to make our own way in life, by working hard, fighting hard, and partying hard.
And to those of you of little faith, I urge you to also consider how contemporary society treated Jesus Christ in Anno Domini 33, and how our society has dealt with the Tate Brothers.
The parallels are worthy of your consideration.
Premise #2: Andrew Tate is like Francois Guizot. Now, Francois Guizot was a 19th century French politician, economist, political thinker and historian who came up with the mantra: Enrichissez-vous! Get rich!
Like his illustrious like-minded predecessor, Andrew would like us all to get rich or at least try to get rich.
Unlike Guizot before him who was not facing the entire monolithic establishment dead-set on stopping him from reaching out to the poor hoi polloi, Andrew is in the fight of his life. The man is literally struggling to survive the unjust, made-up charges the Romanian corrupt prosecutors have yet to level against him.
Erratum: it seems to me the last paragraph is no longer up to date, as it was 4 years ago when I started drafting this post.
Back then, the prosecutor had yet to level an accusation against them. Charges which should have been laid in 2022 when their house got raided and they were arrested.
For me it is rather simple: Andrew Tate and his brother Tristan, are not guilty by virtue of vitiated procedural grounds.
In an open and just society, the accused must be informed of their alleged crimes upon their arrest. In Romania, however, the accused will linger in jail for up to 6 months or more, at the judge’s pleasure and sufferance, without finding out the extent of their alleged crime(s). Now, perhaps you are of the opinion that the prosecutor has their reason to withhold said evidence due to concerns for the safety of the informants, etc, etc, etc.
But in my mind, that assumes a lot of nebulous things, which with the passage of time, turn into nefarious matters – I wrote this 3 years ago, how well this phrase aged, eh!
For, it is one thing to require informants be kept safe from retribution or tampering by the defendants. It is quite another to remand an alleged defendant into custody for more than 180 days by arguing the same danger.
Now, assuming the two parties must absolutely be kept in their separate corners of the justice ring, I will accept that.
But what happens with malicious informants who trade information for preferential prosecutorial treatment?! In all jurisdictions, absolutely all of them, there are legal provisions (NB unjust legal provisions) giving prosecutors discretion to prosecute all cases. In other words, prosecutors decide who they drag before a court, and who goes scot-free.
And that means, justice is become a zero-sum game, feat. winners and losers.
That is why some criminals get away with Murder, and some innocents go to prison for nothing. The act of justice and Justice are two different things in our wicked world.
The Act of Justice must be seen to be believed by the trodden, powerless, hapless, scarred out of their wits, masses. It doesn’t have to be just. The bigger the injustice, the better it works at deterring the masses from attempting anything ranging from social revolution to political upheaval.
“There was a man,” remarked Captain Eliot, “who was sentenced to death for stealing a horse from a common. He said to the judge, that he thought it hard to be hanged for stealing a horse from a common; and the judge answered, “You are not to be hanged for stealing a horse from a common, but that others may not steal horses from commons.”
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The Mauritius Command
Patrick O’Brian
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It is about muscle flexing. It is not about dispensing justice.
It shows the plebes where they stand in the social pyramid or pecking order regulating all social interaction. And the plebes, ladies and gents, lay at the bottom. They do most of the heavy lifting, get none of the benefits, and reap all of the injustice built-in into the system.
The higher-ups do none of the heavy lifting, get all the benefits, and dispense the justice of the system.
Justice eludes our world. Plainly put, Lady-Justice is not only blind, deaf, and unfeeling. It is not there at all. There is no Justice outside what any of us can make on our own volition. Justice is a figment of our febrile imagination. Oceans of blood, seas of tears, and rivers of pain have been shed by billions of people in the ever illusive search for Justice.
She is simply not of this world.
I guess the best representation of the pyramid of power was the work of a Frenchman. Say what you will about them Frenchies but they are damn good with a pen. Way better than with a gun, in any case. Napoleon had this to say about the nature of winners and losers in a war:
“Generals get the gold and the glory. Colonels get the gold. Soldiers only get the glory.”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Permit me to translate this quote into 21st century slang. Gold is gold, right. Glory is an euphemism for blood, guts and gore or what we now call taking personal risks and getting fame. In plain English, generals and colonels risk their skin and get both riches and personal recognition for it. But soldiers risk their skin, and they get the recognition of the Eternal Tomb of the Unknown Soldier… ah, and a Medal, as Monty Python reminded us.
Soldiers risk their skin, and they get the recognition of the tomb.
This applies to our social pyramid but in a very skewed manner: The Rich get the money and recognition but do no work. The Middle Class get some money and recognition and do some work but nothing back-breaking. The Poor do all of the heavy lifting but get no recognition and can barely survive on what they make.
What is interesting in the Tate Brothers’ case is that the establishment is ready to destroy members of their own class just to prevent them from illuminating the Poor about the nature of their Plight.
I guess in some sense, the Tates have more in common with the Gracchi Brothers than they have with the Rockefellers. Given their background, the Tates’ rags to riches story is in sync with that of the Tribunes of the People of Rome.
Last Thursday (last week of December 2022), as I was going through my nocturnal pre-sleep routine, my daughter who keeps a much better watch over social media channels than I, sent me a quick DM to let me know that the Villain du Jour of the Global Left, Andrew Tate, had been arrested in Romania.
My first reaction was dismay, followed by incredulity. My second was why now, because you see, Top G, as he dubs himself, had already been called in for questioning by Romanian police back in April 2022.
End of Part 1
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