Andrew Tate

It is a dangerous misconception that mental hygiene involves peace or equilibrium. What man needs is a struggle towards a worthwhile goal, and the more neurotic the man, the larger a struggle he requires. The best men on earth take on the most impossible tasks. Arches need MORE weight to be strong, not less. Without an anchor of purpose all minds collapse. Nobody suffers from ADHD while facing down a tiger. They are very focused indeed.

Hopelessness does not detract from dignity in difficult circumstances. In fact, it increases the dignity in resistance.

There is plenty of work to finish. There is plenty of suffering to finish. And there is plenty of fun to endure while preoccupied with upcoming work and suffering.

It’s not what you can expect from life, it’s what life can expect from you. Conversely, when you show life what kind of person you are - when you show life that it can rely on you to do the right thing in the face of adversity, you can then expect anything you want out of life. Team work

The easiest way to suffer is to make a deal with the cosmos to give the suffering meaning. I have spoken to the universe and come to the conclusion that every day I gracefully accept these conditions without complaint, my children will enjoy a stress-free day of happiness and physical safety. This allows me to be proud of suffering gracefully and go to sleep with my children in mind. The harder it is for me, the happier my children will be. Apply this to your own life. Suffering stops being suffering with meaning.

Someone in General Population stabbed another inmate and was dragged to the SHU punishment unit and put in the cell next door to me. No commissary, No television, No phone calls, No pillow. Guantanamo Bay conditions. He screamed all day, and banged the door all night begging to go back to General Population. After 7 days, his punishment was complete for STABBING SOMEONE and released back to GP. I have been in the SHU unit for 51 days and counting. Not 7 days, 51 days. I have no criminal case in America, have been respectful to every guard. The warden said the order to keep me in SHU “comes from above” I gather my Chi, I sit in lotus position in the dark for 8 hours gathering my powers. I can survive. But the question is - I’m an American Citizen with no criminal accusations in this country. I’m being accused of a MeToo from 15 years ago in England, a country which clearly hates me. Who signed off on this? Why do they want me in SHU?

A simple way to generate endless luck in life. Want to win every time you go to the casino? Want to win every coin flip? Want things to always work out in your favor? It’s extremely simple. When God decides it’s time for you to suffer, do it gracefully and honorably with your head held high. Everyone must suffer, and God hates complainers. He hates men who moan and bitch and feel sorry for themselves. Get through it with dignity intact and watch how hard you win when it’s all over.

A Persian king lived in a massive palace out in the forest. One day his servant ran up to him with a look of terror on his face. “My king, I just saw death in the forest!” The king was surprised. “If you saw death - how are you still alive?" The slave's fear quickly turned boastful. “As soon as he looked at me I screamed GO AWAY. He looked afraid. Then I instantly turned and ran. Faster than anyone has ever run before, all the way back here to the palace. But I think he's following me. King I need to take your fastest horse and ride to Tehran, away from this forest - he will never find me in such a large metropolis. I can get there by tonight” The King agreed. A few hours after the slave had begun galloping to the city, death arrived at the King's palace. The King answered the door and said: “Death, why did you decide to frighten my servant?” Death replied. “I never wanted to frighten him, he’s perfectly safe. I was only surprised to see him out here in the forest, as I have an appointment with him tonight in Tehran.” You can not escape destiny.

You must take arms against a set of troubles. Life is wasted if you neither suffer or oppose.

The picturesqueness of a life at struggle.

Andrew Tate is a rapist! - Didn’t work Andrew Tate has child porn! - Didn’t work Andrew Tate is a tax evader so we took his money! - Nobody cared Andrew Tate is a human trafficker! - Didn’t work So now... Andrew Tate is a Russian Spy! Get a life.

Happiness is a hard master, demanding to be accepted unquestionably over truth.

The attacks on my character are not designed to damage me, my life is just collateral damage. The system isn't after me, It's after every young man I've ever inspired.

Jean Luc Picard would defo get me out of jail.

You call yourself Master, you crown yourself king, but he is not yours and he never will sing the hymn of surrender, the prayer of the chained you may conquer his body, but his soul stays unnamed. So lock him in darkness, let iron kiss skin, let blood mark the arena you drag him within. Let the walls learn his sorrow, let the stone learn his cry, but there are some parts of him even you cannot buy. You can bruise him to purple, you can break him to bone, you can strip him of everything he once called his own. You can drag him through shame until shame has no name, you can cover his body in ruin and blame. But hear me, false Master, and hear me well.. there are kingdoms in him that outlive hell. There are altars inside him no hand can profane, there are names written deeper than terror or pain. There is something God buried too far in his chest for your fists to discover, your chains to possess. And when you have emptied him, bloodied the floor, when you think there is nothing inside him anymore, when you stand there believing you finally have won... that is when you will learn what you have never undone. His soul will rise quietly, black winged and bright, like something once buried returning at night. It will stand in the ashes of all you destroyed, and look at your kingdom and call it a void. So force him to kneel. Make a throne of his pain. Call yourself holy. Call yourself sane. Tell heaven you broke him. Tell hell he obeyed. But God knows the difference between bowed and afraid. And I swear by the blood you believed made him weak, by the prayers he swallowed when he could not speak, by every dark hour you thought made him yours he will outlive your cruelty. He will outlast your wars. You may bury his body beneath lock, stone, and scar, but his soul is a country you cannot conquer from afar. So call yourself Master. Wear whatever crown. You can force him to his knees. You will never make him bow down.

Stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability and being content has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune.

Peace Amongst The Trees In a previous life, I lived 5000 human years atop Wudan mountain. I remember every lived second. Life is competition. Competition is violence. In many modern forms of competition, we have attempted to water down the violent aspects, to replicate violence in the most sanitized way. We have full-grown men, growing as large and strong as possible - to put a ball in a net, as opposed to hurting each other. But the sentiment is the same. It’s a group of men at war with another - with one team being victors. And the other being losers. The largest, strongest, most beautiful tree. Violently crushed the surrounding saplings, in the quest for resources. Every time I see beauty, I see the struggle required to create it. When I see myself, I know the struggle lived to become who I am. To live as I do. The more sophisticated my understanding of the universe’s state of constant war - the happier, more content, and peaceful I feel. You are MEANT to struggle. You are here to SUFFER. If you do neither of these things, you are either dead or invisible. If you want people to care who you are - become familiar with pain. If you do not struggle to become an exceptional man. You are a nobody. And every female will prove to you - you may as well not exist. Evolution requires PAIN. While others complain they do not feel happy enough, I’m happy I’m struggling. I don’t want to be happy. I want to be great. This is the beauty of life as a MAN. We are born valueless. And you either build yourself into a King - or you fail. Atop Wudan, I told priest master Yan Hui, how at peace I felt amongst the trees. I could feel life all around me. Sitting at the foot of the largest tree, I asked him. “When life is so beautiful, why do we fight?” His reply was simple. “Do you think the largest tree you sit beneath, grew so tall amongst many if it didn’t fight?” Such is The Way Of Wudan - Tateshinkai

Tristan and I were the last Tate men. Now we have double-digit sons between us. We defeated the pending decimation of our last name, which would have come via only daughters. We defeated fear by being professional fighters, and accepting any challenge, win or lose. We have defeated irrelevance by becoming the most googled men on the planet, we have defeated poverty by helping thousands of young men learn how to make money online. We have defeated evil by teaching men to stick up for themselves in a world that hates them. As you defeat all of life’s enemies, the powerful in the shadows grow afraid. Like the Russians watching Napoleon beat the Italians. Impressed and afraid from a distance. Understanding his power, they grow nervous and prepare to somehow stop him in case they are the next target. Damage the Tate name before they become president! Do something! They’ve defeated everything and there’s nothing in their way! We suffer at the hands of our enemies, but in the end.... WE WIN.

There are 4 crypto guys here in Federal prison who I overheard saying “We should have used Railgun”

I swear I live in The Truman Show. Indictments, punishment by process, jail, bail, legal fees, media slander and lies. *Case dropped lack of evidence* over and over again. I’ve been put on a hit list for every prosecutor in the world to simply fuck with me and try and damage my name and isolate me. They expect either my mind, or my spirit, to break. They think if they endlessly relentlessly attack I will eventually quit. MY UNMATCHED PERSPICACITY COUPLED WITH SHEER INDEFATIGABILITY MAKES ME A FEARED OPPONENT IN ANY REALM OF HUMAN ENDEAVOUR. Wanna war? I REMAIN UNFAZED.