Rabbitholed #41: Andrew Tate Wants to Be Your New Incel Daddy
It feels like a documentary in progress watching this Manosphere star make the rounds on all the major teen Twitch star channels this week, stimulating boys to the point of screaming and fighting.
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Frank Capella: “Do you ever watch wrestling, Ray?”
Ray: “Sure. I mean, you know, now and then.”
Frank: “Because this is just like wrestling.”
Frank: “Well—it’s reality mixed with illusion, mixed with bullshit, mixed with…big scary guys from parts unknown in dire need of psychiatric care.”
— “The Art of War,” 2000
Hark. For I have found the 2022 version of a John Hughes coming-of-age movie from the 1980s. It was streamed last week on Twitch, when a 35-year-old, four-time world champion kickboxer who moved to Romania to flee 11 sex assault charges in the UK—and was recently raided for suspected human trafficking—popped up out of nowhere like Alpha Santa Claus on one of the most popular Fortnite streamer’s channels on the site.
Like a Sixteen Candles post-pandemic edition, there was two charming, extremely awkward, self-professed virgins, and they giggled and begged for lessons on how to be a man from Andrew Tate.
Who—in case you didn’t know—is the hottest new Incel Daddy on the block.
One that, it turns out, we collectively as a society didn’t even know we’d been manufacturing—ever so slowly and steadily and soaked in Rogan.
As Tate joined them via livestream from Romania, he grinned, shirtless, behind his sunglasses as the boys peppered Da-Da with questions like kids at Christmastime.
How in the heck did he have so much confidence? How is he not scared around girls because girls are so scary? Be honest, do you think I’m a good-looking guy? I’ve never kissed a girl, but I have had e-sex. How big is your dick? What’s your body count? How do you smoke a cigar? Would I have a shot against fighting you?
Before the interview was over, Tate had pressured two teenagers to kiss, arranged a fight with one and inspired the other one to become a fighter. The stream end with the two boys collapsing into a fight between the two of them as the young girl looked on in wonderment.
What had just happened?
Andrew Tate. Andrew Tate is what happened.
To be clear—and for my own conscience—I do not think these two charming and talented boys are “incels.” It’s a fairly shitty term, honestly. But sometimes marketing labels bear the brunt of brutal truth and euphemisms just serve to glaze everything in marketing dishonesty. Let’s not do the PR glaze. Let’s talk really real about how this guy happened and exactly what moves he’s pulling to become the most Googled person alive right now—even surpassing Kim Kardashian.
“The Top G” is what Andrew Tate calls himself. And if you’re online at all—especially on TikTok where Tate and his cohorts have spammed the algorithm so hard it’s almost grotesque—you have most definitely seen him and likely even wondered: Who is this joke?
Well, I’m here to tell you.
Tate is sort of like all those sigma grindset memes that today’s teenage boys just absolutely love—but in human form. Or, say, imagine an AI fed nothing but mid-2000s Opie & Anthony, early Howard Stern and just gigantic amounts of Internet poster rage about all the women in the world who won’t, in Tate’s terms, “obey.”
If Tate is reading this, I should translate. By women, I mean “bitches.” He hardly ever refers to women as women. It’s always bitches. As he talks to the teenage boys, as he seduces the teenage boys, it’s always “bitches.”
Yes, he is a menace and liar and grifter. But also—funny and bombastic and straight from the world of stand-up. Women love drama! When they want to relax, they watch serial killer movies. Like a car crash of the Manosphere personified in the most teenage-boy-pandering self-memification imaginable.
What do I mean by self-memification?
I mean that Tate understands what 4Chan and incels crave.
He understands how to be what you want him to be. He’ll do the caricature you want, gladly. He’ll gloat and boast and threaten and preen—and troll, troll, troll. We’re living in a post-truth, socially engineered, the-loudest-story-wins kind of world.
Tate is mentalist and predator, responding to your weakness and your desire to be liked and loved and validated and made to feel like you could be something more. He will give all the little boys in the world that feeling. For a price. His pyramid scheme—Hustler’s University—is only $50 a month. You’re not a “brokie” are you? You have $50, don’t you? He will psych you out in the most animalistic, base way that he can muster. He will taunt and degrade and lift up and then degrade again and then withhold better than the most nightmare schoolyard bully or Tri-Delt of your dreams.
Andrew Tate wants your minds and your money. Right now, he’s winning.
Better than anyone I’ve ever seen, he understands how to inject into media what media wants better even than the media. Do you ever just wish you could distill the misogyny of the Depp v. Heard trial into lines and then snort them all until your heart explodes?
Andrew Tate’s got you.
Why You Should Care:
If you care who owns—and can easily infect—the vulnerable brains of teen boys, you should care about Andrew Tate. Boys aren’t like how they used to be. Andrew Tate understands this perhaps better than anyone.
Take a minute, and watch this clip:
By tapping into a seemingly endless network of disaffected young men who would gladly fork over cash for any glimpse of hope, Tate has landed on a goldmine.
Tate says it was a felt belt and what you don’t see is the two of them laughing. This is the video that got him kicked off of Big Brother. I’m glad I’ve seen this video. Even just what it took for this video to happen—coordinating the setup and filming of it—speaks volumes to his character.
This is who Tate is. It’s funny to beat and humiliate women. Make no mistake. That’s a gigantic part of his appeal.
Particularly for young men who openly talk about how terrified they are of even talking to women.
And here’s a guy who hurts women, he says the women like it and he can teach you how to do it, too.
The Twitch Interview That Will Break Your Brain
On July 21, the Twitch stream that inspired this story happened.
Daddy Tate was invited into the Twitch henhouse of little boys’ attentional mindshare.
It’s worth watching here, but I’d watching it after finishing this article, because unless you are actually a teenage boy, it can feel like entering another world. The video, uploaded 9 days ago, now has 967,622 views. Over on YouTube, where it’s been downloaded, reuploaded, clipped, edited, repackaged and memified, you can include millions of views more.
You may not be a part of this world yet, but I’ll tell you who is: Brands.
Flashing throughout the interview wherein Tate predicts for these two young men “you’re gonna meet a bitch when you’re 20, you’re gonna fuck her, get your pee pee wet,” we see not just the eSports team of NRG advertised throughout but also an ever-turning tide of major brand on screen: LEVIS! ROCKSTAR ENERGY DRINK! HOT POCKETS! THE GENERAL INSURANCE! THERAGUN BY THERABODY! BUFF! ARMY NATIONAL GUARD!
There may be a recession coming, but over on Twitch, the branding is just fine.
A gif of Andrew Tate dance-jogging slowly in a blue velour tracksuit plays repetitively before a picture of him shirtless wearing teeny-tiny shorts overlooking the sea-shore comes on screen. And then after five minutes of warm-up, it begins.
“Andrew fucking Tate!” the streamer known as Clix, a 17-year-old whose real name is Cody Conrad ecstatically welcomes the shirtless, bald, bearded Tate to the stream. Tate sits, scrolling his phone to show how busy he is, with sunglasses on, lounging on an opulent red leather seat surrounded by a shining gold and black backdrop.
“Hello gentleman,” Tate says.
“We got 26k just off the fucking notice, you guys are crazy,” Clix says, wearing a black Fortnite T-shirt. “All right, I’m gonna intro-duss myself real quick. I’m Clix, you know what I’m saying. Um, I play Fortnite for a living. I, you know, my life is basically, I wake up, play Fortnite, I go to sleep, play Fortnite. So I’ve been playing Fortnite professionally around, you know, like four, around four years. And uh, yeah? That’s basically my little introduction. About myself.”
Bucke (prounounced “Bucky”)—whose real name is Logan Eschenburg, and who is downstairs from Clix—jumps in and claps his hands together nervously as he talks.
The two men are absolutely beaming.
“Honestly, pretty much the same thing over here. My name’s Bucke. I’m 19. I’ve been playing Fortnite all day, past four years, 14 hours a day. Not a lot of female interaction. Started going to the gym recently. So, hopefully, I can, like, meet the love of my life soon. That’s pretty much my goal, man.”
Tate responds that he’s an old man so this is all new for him for there to be a world where teenage boys get paid to sit around and play video games for 16 hours a day.
“What is the game?” Tate asks. “Like, what happens? Are you a solider or something?”
“So you’re basically getting on a bus, right?” Clix answers. “There’s 100 people. You jump from the bus, land in a whole entire map, land at a looting spot, you loot up. And basically the last one alive—out of those 100 people—win the game, but the zone closes. So it’s only a little. Like a little little, you know what I’m saying? You would need to watch it to understand it.”
“Yeah,” Bucke agrees.
Tate has been delivered the setup of his dreams.
“That sounds a lot like my life,” Tates says. “Like 100 people dumped in one place. Most die. I’m the last one standing. Like, you may do it with the lit-tle controller. I’m doing it out here for real. On the street.”
“So you think you’re playing…so you’re playing…like Fortnite…for real?” Clix asks.
“Life is a video game,” Tate responds. “We’re inside the M—”
And before Tate can get into his “we’re inside The Matrix” hype-up speech, an emboldened Bucke jumps in with a question.
“Andrew,” he asks solemnly. “Have you ever killed someone?”
Tate, all naked chest, tattoos and tanned gleaming muscles, responds: “This is Twitch, bro. I can’t be saying certain things on Twitch.”
“So that’s a yes?” Bucke responds, the biggest smile you’ve ever seen in your life.
“It’s not a yes. It’s not a no,” Tate says. “It also depends. Let me ask you a question professionally, which I will. It also depends, right? It depends. So, for example, complete hyper-bowl [I think Tate is trying to say ‘hyperbole’] let’s say you got a member of your NRG team to kill someone, and you ordered the hit, would you be the person who killed him?”
“In Fortnite yeah,” says Clix.
Bucke laughs until he’s almost wheezes.
“I believe we live out of a simulation,” Tate continues. “The simulation can be hacked and affected in real time, and life is very, very similar to a video game. You start off with absolutely no credentials and no resource and no power and you go out there, you get a bunch of money, and you get as big and strong as possible. Get the best guns you can. The best cars you can. The best girls you can. The best house you can. And that’s it. That’s the game. I just don’t understand why you guys do it online.
“Instead of doing it for real.”
It sort of makes sense when you find out that Tate grew up in his 20s appearing on various reality TV shows, where he no doubt learned the utterly dominant attentional power of villainy, employing Art of War chaos creation, “conquer and divide” tactics and basic 48 Laws of Power “court attention at all costs” fame creation.
In this Twitch stream, there is encapsulated a market-penetration battle of the ages.
At various points, these two young men veer between disrespect (covering their mouths and talking shit while on mute while Tate delivers his pre-packaged Death of a Salesman P.T Barnum speeches) and just utter wonderment, awe and most significantly at various points: complete sensory overload, frying the motherboard of their critical thought.
What you are watching, really, is the seduction that happens when you are so sure someone is a joke and you are so sure you are ahead of something and meanwhile you’ve just made the monster stronger.
So have I, of course. Every bit of attention you give to an attention monster gives them life.
But regard this as a PSA for young men everywhere.
Because Andrew Tate isn’t just a caricature to be dismissed. Andrew Tate represents a seduction to be aware of.
To Hijack the Brains of Teenage Boys, You Must First Penetrate the Fortress of Twitch Influence
If you’re not aware of Twitch, let me tell you about it with a bit of disdain for how it has been covered in the past by legacy media reporters.
Truly—there is nothing more Boomer than some of the news articles I’ve read over the years that suggest as one of their insights “hey, kids, why don’t you try playing a little less video games, did you ever think about that?”
It just…makes my jaw drop.
Because I don’t think these writers even begin to understand just how much the train has left the station here. Investopedia reports that the video game industry is bigger than both the movie and the music industries combined. Read that sentence again a few times.
In 2014, Bezos snapped up the company that started off as Justin.tv (just one dude’s attempt to run a livestream show which morphed into the powerhouse it is today) for a major media buy of $970 million. Today, Twitch is valued at $15 billion. By comparison? News. Corp—a traditional media company—is valued at $10 billion…and sinking. Hell, over at NBC, that company’s attempt to regain all their lost ground to Netflix’s gentle robbery of almost every media dinosaur’s IP market back when no one was prognosticating toward what the future of streaming meant has turned totally disastrous. Not a single new subscriber for Q2—and in fact a loss of 1 million monthly accounts for poor little Peacock. Not even The Office reruns can save them, and that’s saying something.
But on Twitch? Twitch is basically a child’s candyland of dreaming that you’ll instantly becoming famous yourself or watch others your age become instantly famous—all while doing what is your favorite peer-solidifying activity, playing video games. It’s an entirely new ecosystem over there, with Twitch streamers bringing in other influencers and e-celebrities, then recapping, reacting and churning out highly gratifying media news cycles in the way that they’ve been taught and programmed while growing up in what you might call the Bait Thunderdome times in which we live.
Perhaps the best part of Twitch is—in fact—that so few adults understand it or gravitate toward it as being their preferred entertainment.
While Boomers are trying to convince you to watch their favorite old Bill Murray comedy movie that to a Zoomer often feels like being forced to watch an early talkie, over on Twitch the chat is an ongoing Lord of the Flies where only the strong survive. And that’s the way they like it.
While parents try to explain why the Old World is still relevant, on Twitch the early-adopters and the teen influencers who are “making a couple M’s” every year exist in a new dominant—and growing—ecosystem where They Are the Media. The chat decides who wins debates. The chat screams to boot someone from the stream. The chat retaliates and rules and has the power.
And every streamer wants to give them the content that they crave: provocative, angry, brutal, shocking, loud, stimulating, lots of chaos, unpredictability and with all the unavoidable hypnotism of watching a schoolyard brawl.
You know which guy understands all these factors—better perhaps even than he understands just how easy it is to dominate a 17-year-old virgin by suddenly withdrawing approval like a drunk angry stepdad?
Andrew Tate. That’s who fucking understands it.
This dude plays teenage boys like MKUltra played the Unabomber at Harvard.
Deep, humiliating toxic shame triggered to scramble the wiring and reset the human psyche to become a malleable thing with which to parasitically re-assemble for your own design? Check, check and check.
But the sell is so much sexier. The sell is Breaking Bad.
The sell is Saul Goodman on Better Call Saul.
Tate is constantly talking sheep and wolves, sheep and wolves, are you a victim or not and neatly provides a human solution to the battered masculinity problem so often wrestled with and debated online like a wound that you might nurse, rubbing it again and again until you finally find someone who tells you: Stop rubbing. You’re in control. I can teach you how to be in control. Just don’t ever forget. Now you need me. To remind you of you.
It’s quite brilliant. Predatory cultivated dependency, not unlike a male version of Teal Swan, who does the same thing in getting her audiences dependent on her, relying on her for strength, being told no one else understands, and before you know it—for just so much recurring revenue a month: We’re your family now.
Honestly, some of these modern New Age grifters could teach Scientology a few tricks.
Tate Understands One Thing: The Most Powerful Market in the World Is Teen Boys
Extremely online. Moving the needle on entertainment. Signal-boosting. Obsessive. Angry. Joyful. Loyal. Passionate. Very vocal. And with a significant amount of disposable income.
Like that one scene in The Devil Wears Prada where Miranda Priestly makes that impressive speech about how dumb Andy only chose her frumpy blue sweater from the GAP because of her long history of being Puppetmaster Supreme who is actually responsible for infecting the masses with the desire for cerulean blue, you truly can trace any number of cultural signifiers—like that one super-popular meme that eventually made it to your mom’s Facebook page and she texted it to you—back to 4Chan, Twitch, Reddit, Imgur, Discord and any number of heavily-infested-with-teen-boys hot spots.
There, they make the memes that make the mass-culture that Industry then regurgitates, commercializes, recreates, packages, commodifies, productizes and ultimately mainstreams as “suddenly everyone is talking about.”
Which is how we got Andrew Tate. He’s weaponized an army of virgins to do his bidding by dadding them harder than these little boys have ever been dadded.
Essentially, Tate does what grifters do so incredibly well: He speaks to a very real collective disgust as to how things are—and then finds a way to rob everybody who takes his bait blind.
Join me before it’s too late! Sign up with me before slavery sets in! Are you a workie? Are you a brokie? Do you listen to suicide music? Depression isn’t real! Look at my cars and my bitches! I dick-ride for no one!
What—you don’t have $50 to sign up for his course? Stop being poor, bruh! Hate that for you.
As one Redditor noted very astutely: “The name Hustler’s University is clever because it implies the customer is in on the scam when they are actually the mark.”
The Famification Formula
Like so many of these “I am so wealthy as a billionaire-mindset preacher that I must charge you an ungodly monthly recurring fee to teach you how to be rich” online con artists who are cos-playing early Howard Stern while defrauding millions, Tate is actually smart. Yes, he may seem like just a super-cringe, basic-bitch NPC from GTA compensating for his potential CTE by abusing women.
But really, he’s so much more than that.
See, what Tate has done for himself is realize that if you pretend you are a celebrity hard enough, spam the algorithm with content, incentivize people who’ve never heard of a pyramid scheme to share your videos for an affiliate cut, suck on a cigar like it’s your baby-binkie and just constantly—and I mean constantly—shit on women, you will succeed.
At this point, you may be wondering, how exactly has Tate been able to achieve his seemingly-everywhere effect of impossible-to-saturate current market saturation?
He is using the modern Famification Formula.
Wanna try it? Here’s how it works:
Become a content-producing beast. Nothing to say, really? All the better. You can fall into a caricature who hates bitches because they can’t drive. Guaranteed to get a laugh. Besides, remember, you will be using bots to amplify numbers so who cares. It can always be botted up and amplified.
Record yourself all the time. Arrange for a hype-person to interrogate you on throwaway topics to pump out as many short clips as possible on viral subjects. Talk from the gut. Data is for losers! Real G’s speak from the hip. The more emotional, the more exaggerated, the harder the troll and the harder the bait, the better you will do.
Make the rounds. Do as many podcast shows as possible. More content. That’s all you need. Bank it. Organize it. Reroll it out, again and again. Make those memeable moments! Conflict? Even better!
Incentivize as many people as possible to create clip and meme channels dedicated to you. Tell them to take your clippy, snappy, noisy content and tell them to repurpose, repackage and redistribute the original clips into new variations. This right here is the real key. It used to be that you would hope that people would like something of yours and maybe make an organic fan account. No longer. Nowadays you pay several people or incentivize them (Tate tells people that he will “buy their channel” that they create if it gets successful and profitable enough) and he essentially reaches fan-boy licensing agreements whereby if someone is using his content he also takes a cut of any revenue they receive. Additionally, there are referral affiliate links included in every Tate channel that springs up so anyone who is suckered into paying for his trash courses with their trash content is doing so with the dream of getting some kickbacks for people who pay to signup. It’s a pyramid scheme MLM heaven.
Pump millions of dollars into social media advertising so that market saturation is not just achieved but utterly undeniable. Remember: Talent as a metric doesn’t exist in the same way it used to. If you have money (and if you got it from conning people, all the better, right?) and you are just chomping at the bit to get your full, polishing lips around the delicious, unruly beast that is Fame, you can literally social-media ad-spend-budget your way into it.
Enjoy all that fame, brah. There should definitely be no hole inside or realization you’ve lived an empty life as a complete liar, phony and fraud now. You’re a winner.
Nature Abhors a Vacuum, and Andrew Tate Abhors a Post-#MeToo America
A lot of speculation has been done about whether Tate is serious or if it’s a character when he says things about how women are possession like a car—but I would argue it doesn’t really matter.
He’s scum. Just empirically based on the culmination of his actions. Especially in how many men he’s victimized and defrauded. It’s criminal, truly. Why do you think the chickenshit fled to Romania?
Tate indeed admitted recently that the reason he fled there is because he faced 11 criminal charges after UK police seized his devices.
And even more recently it was reported that he was raided there in Romania after a woman said she was being held against her will. As many people have pointed out, those charges clearly didn’t stick. Or, as Tate is constantly bragging, Romania is so corrupt all you have to do is have the right wallet to make crime go away.
Most fascinating to me is this article that featured him and his brother who just utterly brag about scamming all the men who his prostituted girlfriends ran cold-blooded love scams to a degree that should turn your stomach. Imagine this was done to any older man or shy man you know. It’s disgusting.
Not quite “Make your bed” and “feel your lobster brain” anymore, is it?
Feels more like some cruel Black Mirror twist on the entire find-your-masculinity movement. I mean, heck. He’s fucking his fellow men over harder than any woman ever could!
According to The Mirror:
Tristan says one man handed over his £20,000 inheritance, while others have run up huge debts. And the kickboxing brothers – raised on a council estate – sit back and watch the money roll in.
Tristan, 33, and Andrew, 35, own 22 cars including a Bugatti, a Rolls-Royce, a Ferrari, two Lamborghinis and a £650,000 Aston Martin Valhalla on order.
Some of their customers fall for the belief that they can have a real relationship with the women they see on screen.
But Tristan brazenly told the Sunday Mirror “it’s all a big scam,” and bragged he doesn’t feel any guilt because “no one cares” and “it’s their problem not mine”.
So charming, right?
After three years they moved to Romania, saying the UK “had gone downhill”. They have women on a number of seedy sites. Operators take a 40% cut and the rest goes to the studio.
The more punters hand over, the more models earn. Some women will claim to have crippling university debt, a family member in need of private healthcare, or a dream of moving to the UK – sometimes even telling men they want to meet them.
“Whatever the excuse is, it is a lie,” Tristan said. He believes he is beyond the reach of the authorities.
And of all the things I’ve read about Tate what made the biggest impression on me was this utterly batshit insane thread that ultimately got him kicked off of Twitter for threatening and doxxing another boxer who called him a “pinhead.”
Acting like the definition of “Siri what’s butthurt,” Tate showed that he was definitely not mad online, and it gets so WWE-ridiculous, my jaw dropped. You can read the entire thread of him threatening to spend the rest of his life litigating the guy’s family into poverty here.
It gets so absurd and is so over the top—including saying that two SUVs are being dispatched to the guy’s parents’ home with “War Room” emblems on them—that this Reddit commenter very much nails the entire vibe, which really, on a larger scale nails Tate’s global, universal legacy vibe and appeal overall:
“SUV’s with War Room emblem…come on bro. Not even fucking Mexican cartels will come up with this bullshit, it’s out of a kid’s fantasy of a James Bond movie.”
And most likely, it was all a pre-planned grift blowup where both men were in on it, pro-wrestling or gangster-rap fabricated beef style.
Because reality doesn’t matter anymore.
Attention that leads to the only conversion that matters: taking your money and picking up as many marks as possible along the way.
Top 3 Rabbitholed Takeaways:
#1 Dudes like Andrew Tate are running the exact same playbook that Ryan Holiday ran years ago to get Tucker Max famous.
If you don’t know who Ryan Holiday is, he’s a social engineer/PR/media manipulator who cut his teeth working to make Tucker Max blow up a decade ago. Max famously wrote I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell and is now the biggest publisher of ghostwritten books around—including Tiffany Haddish’s!
Holiday has written extensively about how years ago in order to get press for the extremely limited budget release of Max’s movie, they planted fake protest signs everywhere, sent the pics to Gawker and—boom—extremely expensive media placement garnered for the price of almost free.
#2 Feuding up and tabloid associations work. They’ve always worked, they always will work. But it helps to know it and see it and call it out so that the grifters at least can feel called out and humiliated for their shameless, grubby clout grabbing. (How hilarious that that has become the ultimate insult? Clout grabbing. Unthinkable! Never!)
How does my boy Tate fame-whore harder than any porn star girl alive?
He sells out everyone and everybody for a click or a penny.
If you’ve been linked to him sexually and are famous, prepare to be talked about on every shit-ass podcast ever for the rest of your life.
Did you know, for instance, that via his shrewd name-dropping, social-climber antics, Andrew Tate is in fact linked to Jordan Peterson, in an incredibly vulnerable, almost kompromat-y kind of way? Yup.
He’s made sure, prepping the podcast hosts and show bookers and producers no doubt, that he’s linked to and asked about “dating” Jordan Peterson’s daughter, Mikhaila Peterson. While in interviews she outright denies this, Tate, of course, does not and let’s podcast hosts cheer on the notion that he “fucked the shit out of her” while he laughs.
And then there is—hold on to your fucking hats, guys—Scott Adams’ now ex wife.
Tate boasts that he straight up “stole” Adams’ wife and laughingly boasts of the conservative commenter: “He thought I was just some troll on Twitter…I will take your wife!”
In another interview Andrew and his brother Tristan lament that she may not be able to give hand jobs as good anymore because she’s got cancer once she gets the “shakes.”
Reportedly, Tate and Adams squabbled online from one of Tate’s many Twitter accounts he’s run, which you can see here.
And apparently, to retaliate for all of his thin-skinned, pinheaded tiny fragile ego-ness, Tate then started up some shit with Adams’ hot young trophy wife (which he has since gone on to divorce) which you can see in her DM’s to Tate that reference her finding a “landing strip” for him if he comes to visit.
The way he talks about these women, and those two clips about Adams are very, very worth a watch.
I imagine Tate to be the kind of guy who’s running spreadsheets on various alpha competitor dudes—and their women—all with the express purpose of potential cucking and kompromat because he’s so miserable that inflicting maximum misery on other people feels akin to something like pleasure to him.
Also, if I was Adams and his wife, even if they don’t get along anymore, I would absolutely team up together to sue Tate if there’s any manner of actionable breach of privacy, defamation (which is much easier to prove in the case of specific sexual character maligning), just like Donald Sterling and his scorned wife Rochelle did against V. Stiviano.
I’ll tell you why I suggest that.
Because people who thrive on causing division? Nothing pisses them off like unity to defeat the monster.
#3 If my hypothesis is correct, that teenage boys drive so much of culture, I would posit one more corollary: The hypnotism and over-stimulation of teenage boys represents the ultimate and easiest market capture there is.
Andrew Tate gets this.
If you watch the Twitch stream that he does with Clix and Bucke, note all the times that the boys go from being calm to just screeching and screaming wildly, unable to handle what it is like to have an adult whip them about mentally to and fro through bait, insults, compliments, competition, bluff, excitement, suggestion and sex.
Sex is a big one. These boys come across like babies. Millionaire babies.
In swoops Incel Daddy. He has the answers. He has the misogyny. He has the swagger. He can teach you the fearlessness. He can give you friends. He can make you less afraid.
The ending of the stream is something out of a Hollywood screenplay.
It ends with Tate pressuring 17-year-old Clix to try to sleep with the 17-year-old e-girl TikToker he has brought in as window dressing for the show. He pressures her to kiss him. She says she’s uncomfortable. Clix says he’s pushing his boundaries. Tate tells the girl to put the headphones on so he can talk to her directly. He tells her that he knows a guy if Clix isn’t giving her what she needs. Clix overhears Tate trying to steal this teenage girl and he goes apeshit, screaming at the top of his lungs about “sloppy seconds.” He loses his mind. You have to watch it.
Finally, however, all that pressure and brain-melting overstimulation works, and there is a short kiss.
But then Bucke loses his mind, upset that there was all this build-up for almost nothing.
Tate makes a big show of being disgusted in them both, withdrawing his approval and his presence like a drug.
The boys are both so hyped, so animated, they threaten to brawl. The feed ends with Bucke running upstairs to attack Clix and the camera cuts out.
They’re so hyped up on Andrew Tate, they just can’t help themselves.