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Guys, when are we going to deal with these people?
I'm not advocating for violence. I'm a peaceful man.
But something must be done.
You know,
In case you haven't noticed,
The world, which I enjoy and love. I love the world.
I'm a happy guy, but there are some niggles, you know?
When God made the world, he put some niggles in.
I think it's primarily to keep me on my toes.
Sometimes.
I wonder if I'm in a version of The Truman Show.
I sit there and go,
The most famous man in the world. All this money. All these women. All this relevance. Criminal charges. Everyone talking about me all the time. Me, me, me. Am I in the Truman Show? Who are these people? Is this all just made up?
People come up to me and go, "Hi, my name's Jake."
Like, fuck you, Jake. Who do you work for?
What's your job?
What is the acting role you've been tasked with?
But I've had a few pet peeves for a while that I haven't even shared on the internet. You know, I don't want to be like a complainer or a moaner.
So I'm just keeping them to myself. But today was the final straw. And I want to know when we're going to deal with these people.
It has to be dealt with.
Because it's gone on too long.
I know you know what I'm talking about.
We all hate these people.
Today.
I was at lunch.
Being rich, sitting there.
Thank you.
And one of those wine motherfuckers...
was in the restaurant.
He asked for wine.
which is questionable in and of itself. Like, why the fuck...
You either want to get drunk so you drink vodka or you don't want to get drunk. I've never really understood wine.
Like, why are you half doing it?
You don't want a semi.
You want a boner.
You want to fuck or not? Like...
Can I have some wine?
Want some wine with his club fucking sandwich. I'm like, okay, whatever.
He's been sent by the Truman Show to annoy me. Don't let him annoy you, Andrew. And then the woman comes over and she gets the bottle of wine. And then she pours a little bit in the glass. And he does that fucking thing.
And he's sitting there with his suit on.
sniffing it like a fucking dog's butthole. Like he's a dog sniffing a fucking butthole. Bro, it's grapes.
Give a fuck. It's grapes, G.
Anyone who pretends wine tastes different
is just a pretentious liar. Guys, I was broke. I thought when I get rich, maybe I'll understand the world differently.
When I was poor, I used to say, jerk chicken for $10 tastes great. Surely these $10,000 a night restaurants are a scam.
But I don't know because I can't go.
Then I went to the mall and I was right.
They were a scam.
Champagne! Scam!
Wine scam. All this shit is a scam. So now I'm super rich. I've tried it.
I've tried buying the $500, $10,000 bottles of wine.
It tastes the same as the $20 bottle of wine. It tastes the fucking same.
And they go, no, it doesn't taste the same. Actually, it's really different. What you have to do is you have to open your palate and save your nose. Listen, if I have to sit there like a fucking retard and sniff away at it for 10 minutes to tell the difference, then guess what? That means it tastes the same.
You're not fooling me with this scam bullshit. And the worst thing about it is...
This
Pussy clot.
Didn't even realize he looks like a fucking idiot.
He thinks he looks rich.
I look rich in my pajamas with my yes go outside with four girlfriends drinking a fucking orange juice, bitch.
You think you look rich with your bottle of wine and your fucking BMW and you're sitting there sniffing away at it? If you were rich, you wouldn't give a fuck what it tastes like.
You'd be like, bring me the most expensive wine and just down it.
In fact, I think Tristan and I have literally done that in an old Take Confidential. Someone find the clip.
What's your most expensive bottle of wine? Two grand. Give me it. And then we mixed it with fucking Red Bull and drunk it to get drunk.
He's sitting there.
Yeah, it's okay, actually. Of course it's fucking okay. It's in the bottle, bro. He just opened the bottle. How could it not be okay?
People are pretending the bottle of wine is not going to be okay. When's the last time you opened a can of Coke?
Let me just pop a Red Bull.
Yeah, this one's okay. Of course it's fucking okay. It was bottled in the fucking factory.
You pussy!
You idiot.
No, actually, wine can get corked. Wine can get corked.
You're a fucking liar. You're a, it's 2026.
Ain't no wine getting corked. It's not the fucking 1700s. You're not the king on the royal court.
Making sure that your wine hasn't been poisoned by the French. You're a dipshit in a restaurant.
With a fucking seven.
You're sitting there sniffing away at wine. You're with a fucking seven. Wake up.
You got your priorities all wrong!
Put that bottle away and deal with that mess.
Buy an expensive ass wine for a fucking seven. Sevens get sides only and tap water. Everyone knows this.
No mains.
I was just sitting there looking at his pussy. I was just like...
What are we going to deal with these people?
He thinks he looks cool.
He thinks he looks sophisticated and rich and cultured.
*sniff*
Like, I was enraged. I nearly had to take his seven off him.
I was like, you know what, Andrew, you don't normally fuck sevens, but you might have to go prove a point.
If I would have just gone over to that table and sat down and said, listen,
Listen, hi, you don't know me.
Hello, young lady. Let's all cut the bullshit. Your man's a fucking dweeb.
Your man's a fucking dork and this is gay.
You don't want to be sitting here watching him do that shit. He thinks he looks rich. He ain't rich. Look at his car. Look at my car. Do you want some orange juice with my bitches?
Could have took her over to my table, order extra orange juice,
I'm not fucking getting the orange juice. Are these Seville oranges? Um,
Fuck off. Fuck off.
Off. All wine tastes the same and you only drink it to get drunk anyway.
I don't like this.
Guys, I smoke cigars every day and people always say to me, "Hey, what's your favorite cigar?" I'm like,
Anything over 50 bucks.
will do.
Gimme a lighter, gimme tobacco. When I used to drink, gimme booze.
Give me a bitch. Give me a car. Give me a bed. Who cares?
Who the fuck cares?
Naming grapes.
Um, do you have any Sauvignon Blanc? Kill yourself!
Kill yourself.
The fuck is going on?
No one's stopping these people. They're just out here amongst us. Who's going to put this shit to a fucking end, bruv?
No one's stopping this.
They think they matter in the world. It infuriates me.
I have to do something about it. I'm going to have to start stealing sevens.
People are like, Tate, why are you rolling with her? I'm like, her boyfriend was trying to fuck around with some wine barrel. I had to steal her.
Now I'm stuck with her.
Jesus Christ!
Enough is enough.
That doesn't make you look rich. You know what makes you look rich?
Not giving a fuck makes you look rich.
You don't look rich when you go Ah, this dinner was $10,000 And I'm going to pay for it
You look broke. You look rich when you put your card down and you don't look at the bill.
I don't look at my bills. You can scam me.
It can be $20,000, $2,000, $200. I don't notice. I don't care. Card, pay, bounce.
That's how you look rich.
Wine please. Which wine would you like sir? Wet wine. Alcoholic wine that's wet please.
What color? Well, white, obviously, because...
You know, trying to stick up for the white race before they're extinct.
But...
We don't want red wine, do we? The red wine, the red people got wrecked by the whites. But that's a whole nother conversation.
That's for the liberals to discuss on the Indian plantations. I'm talking about some fucking pussy nigger sniffing fucking grapes, pretending it makes him a somebody in the world. You can go out there and enter the cage and win or lose. You can dedicate yourself to martial arts. You can make hundreds of millions of dollars. You can fight the matrix. You can go to jail. You can tell the truth. You can save your nation. You can fight against the replacement and enslavement of your native population. No, you're too busy smelling fucking grapes, pretending it matters.
I hate these people.
I don't want to be a guy full of hate.
I'm just trying to eat my fucking breakfast. I'm just trying to eat.
And I'm just looking around, I was like,
When does this madness end? When do we put a madness? When do we put this madness to a fucking end?
When does this stop?
I'm going to start doing it back at them.
with soft drinks. I'm gonna start doing it with water.
Because that's what I drink 99.9% of the time. We drink a drink, sir. Water. Anything else? No.
I drink water because if I'm thirsty, water does the job.
Call me crazy.
Water. Still are sparkling. Sparkling, obviously. I'm not scared of bubbles.
We've been over this.
Imagine I got the water.
Where was this bottle? Is this a good bottle? I think it's been corked.
Get the fuck out of here.
No wine has ever been corked in history, ever.
What does that even mean?
What does that even mean? The wine's been corked. Will they put a cork on the bottle? Of course it's been corked. You fucking idiot. You fucking moron. Of course they've corked. What the fuck are you talking about?
Jesus Christ!
And people are just...
Letting this go unpoliced. I'm like the only guy sitting there giving him evil energy across the room, projecting my chi into his brain.
Just sitting there, he's trying to drink his wine.
Yeah, drink that, bitch.
Drink that, bitch.
Your girlfriend wants a fucking orange juice, bitch.
Fucking punk.
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Fucking it's just ridiculous.
It's out of control.
You know what happens if I order food and the food's bad? Let me tell you a secret. Let me tell you what rich people do.
Poor people go to a really expensive restaurant and they order something and then it comes out and they're like, oh, yeah, can we change this? Or I'm not quite sure on this. That shows.
that you've gone to a special event.
Meaning you're poor. I go to the most expensive restaurants in the world.
And none of it tastes as good as $10 jerk chicken anyway. But I go there and I don't even expect a nice meal.
That's how rich I am. I walk into the best restaurant and sit down and go, I don't even expect this to taste good.
And I'm going to pay your scam bill anyway. Can I have the chicken Parmesan? And then they'll accidentally fuck up the order because some woman took it.
And they'll bring me a fucking, I don't know, rigatoni or some crap.
And I won't even mention it. I'm such a nice guy. I don't even mention it.
I'll just eat my rigatoni. I'll just sit there and just eat my rigatoni and just go, yeah, I didn't even ask for this.
How was it? Made.
It was mid.
I had to cover it in salt and Tabasco.
How was your dinner, sir? Fine. Take my card. I have stuff to do. Who gives a fuck?
And you're smelling fruit?
You're smelling fucking fruit and you don't want to kill your... You're smelling fruit and you don't hate yourself?
You're going to sit there and smell grapes and then go home to your house.
and look in the bathroom mirror after a shower, and not seriously consider just jumping off a fucking bridge.
You're going to look at yourself in the mirror and go, I had a good day today. I'm a great person with unique thoughts and feelings. I shouldn't kill myself.
Guess what?
Newsflash!
Newsflash!
You suck!
I eat the wrong dish. I drink the orange juice.
I don't care if my fucking water's been corked.
I've had enough.
Okay? So when I walk into an expensive restaurant and I do it often,
If you're thinking about sniffing grapes around me, I'm gonna have to take your mid, bitch.
Because she agrees with me.
If I sit down and say, guys, hello, nice to meet you both. We're about to have a moment of truth.
I know you don't know me. In fact, you do know me. Everyone knows me. Andrew Tate Top G. I know you don't know me.
But I'm here.
We're gonna have a moment of truth. You're sniffing grapes, excuse me, lady of the table.
Can you admit that you think your man is a punk?
Suga, yeah, he looks like a bitch. He's sniffing grapes. He's probably gay and wants other men.
Exactly. Would you like some orange juice?
With my bitches.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Someone's gotta do something!
None of you are doing anything I'm out here by myself The only guy with a fucking plan It's not a perfect plan But it's a plan
I'm the only guy out here trying to put an end to this.
We're blowing children to smithereens in the Middle East.
The entire economy is corruption and fraud. The political system is broken.
Nobody can pay their bills. Everything's collapsing. And you're sitting there going, oh, oh, I love Sauvignon Blanc.
The fuck is wrong with you people? What the fuck is wrong with you?
Give me my overpriced rigatoni and let me eat this slop so I can get out of here before I catch another fucking case.
The fuck?
Thank you.
Thank you.
I'll eat a Tesco fucking meal deal for 20 grand. That's how rich I am. I'm so rich. You can bring me the four pound Tesco meal deal on a plate. You can put it under one of those silver platters and take it off. And it's like prawn cocktail and salt and vinegar crisps and an oasis.
From Tesco. My English people know exactly what I'm talking about. And I'll sit there and go, how much? And they'll be like, $21,000. I'll be like, yeah, fine.
Fine.
I'm full now. Am I satisfied? No, but I'm full. Am I ever really going to be satisfied? Would I feel any better if I started sniffing the fucking Oasis and asking when it was bottled?
Get a life. Get a fucking life. These are the same kind of men who wash their hands after they piss.
That needs to also end. We need to put an end to this washing your hands after you piss crap.
Everyone is amazed when I walk into a bathroom. When I mix with you peasants, when I go to a public establishment and everyone's like, oh my God, Andrew Tate. Oh my God, Top G. Oh my God. And I walk in the bathroom and piss and then just walk straight out without washing my hands. Everyone's just watches me because I'm famous. They just watch me flabbergasted. It was like, oh.
They're sitting there washing their hands and it's like...
He didn't wash his hands.
Why would I wash my hands? My dick ain't dirty.
Why is your dick so dirty?
What are you doing with it? Where are you putting it? Are you putting on men's bums? Is that why it's so dirty? You don't want to touch your own penis because you're putting on men's. I don't do that.
And I don't piss on my hands.
So what the fuck is this whole wash your hands after you piss thing?
Why is everyone so amazed if you don't wash... I don't wash my hands after my...
The fuck you gonna do about it?
Don't shake my hand then. I don't give a fuck.
If you don't wash your hands, I won't shake your hand. I'm important. You're a noble. I don't want to shake your hand anyway. Get the fuck out of here.
Go order some Sauvignon Blanc.
pussy nigger, with your fucking mid.
I have had it up to here.
*Water splashes*
I've seen full grown men
Order things at restaurants that aren't even on the menu.
They'll sit there and go, "Oh yeah, um, yeah, the chicken looks good, but can I have it with mushrooms?"
and some broccoli on the side.
and then maybe some rice.
That's not on the fucking menu.
The menu's chicken parmesan.
And now you're talking about broccoli, rice?
Like you people have never lived in the real world. You know what I would do?
If I was a chef,
I already hate my life, right?
And I try and like go out at night and get girls by convincing them my job's super high pressure. You know, like Gordon Ramsay and all these chefs do this shit.
You meet a girl and you're like, oh man, I've been working so hard. I'm so stressed. They're like, are you a firefighter?
Oh, no. Are you an anti-terror police?
No.
Are you on the bomb squad?
Are you a Wall Street banker? Are you trading trillions? No, no, actually, I'm a chef. It's really hard. It's really hard. It's a really high-pressure environment. Yes, chef!
And the girl just looks at you like...
I'm never having sex with you ever.
I'm a chef. I already hate my life. I'm trying to convince girls my job's hard and everyone knows it's just fucking shit.
And I'm only doing it because I'm poor. Because if I was rich, I wouldn't do it.
I'm a chef and the order comes in. A guy would like a chicken Parmesan, but with rice and broccoli and mushrooms. I'm like, that's not the fucking dish.
I'll just take the ticket and go.
Who wrote this down?
And the waitress would be like, "Me! That's what he asked for!"
I say he's about to get fucking chicken from the floor with a side of my spit.
Oh, you want a special dish? I'll make you something special.
Get a nice glass of wine to wash it down. That's not on the fucking menu. What kind of full grown man walks into a restaurant and goes, um, yeah, can I have that?
Choose what's on the menu!
I don't even choose from the menu. I'm such a fucking boss. I just walk in there. I swear to God. You know what I do when I sit down?
They're like, "Oh, what would you like?" I'm like, "Food, bro."
What food? Some meat.
for the table.
I'm with 10 people. I'm like, just bring some chicken, some steaks, fucking lamb, a veal, kill a shark, kill a whale, kill a penguin, kill fucking, I don't give a fuck.
Bring food.
Put food, I'm in a restaurant.
Bring me food.
Imagine I sat there, "Oh, I've seen on the menu that this looks good, but can you remove the tomatoes?"
Fucking what is going on?
You are losing your nations.
The entire world is corrupt. The political system, the educational system, the judicial system, everything is corrupted. All of your money is inflated. They are bringing in a billion Indians.
And they're going to feed you curry slop for eternity. And you're sitting there worrying about tomatoes and fucking grapes.
What's wrong with you white people?
Wake up.
Wake up. It's always some white guy doing. Wake up. Where's Nick Fuentes? Get your fucking people together. Get your priorities straight. Who gives a shit?
Jesus Christ!
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
My sandwiches are...
I think the bread is overdone.
Enough is enough.
You know?
There has to be a point you look in the mirror and just realize you're a fucking retard.
If you catch yourself sniffing grapes out of a glass, you need to just look in the mirror and go, I failed as a man.
All of my ancestors who fought saber-toothed tigers, who died at the Battle of Austerlitz,
All my fucking ancestors, my ancestors died.
and a World War II submarine.
They got hit by depth charges.
under the ocean.
And they drown.
in a World War II submarine, paralyzed in fear. The freezing cold Black Atlantic flooding the cabin where they stood no chance of survival.
Just for me to be born so I can sniff fucking grapes.
Thank you.
What are you doing?
What are you doing with your life?
It's fucking remarkable to me.
Imagine you could go back in time and meet your great-great-great-great-granddad.
and sit him down for a lunch.
"Oh, you know, I've got really nice wine, my favorite wine." He'd just sit there and go, "I shouldn't have even fucked your grandma, bro. This is not even worth the sex. This isn't worth the calories.
I had two pieces of bread this week.
which I had to steal from the market.
and fight the fucking Royal Imperial Guard with their swords that they tried to behead me.
for being a thief. Just to get enough calories to pump your grandma so that you can fucking appear.
What are you doing with your life? Sniffing grapes and asking for things that ain't on the menu.
Bye.
Fucking joke ting, bros.
Joke day.