Transcript
Music.
Music.
So I was on a date the other day.
with a beautiful young lady who of course has seen all of my videos.
It's quite interesting now when I go on dates with girls. It's just hours of them telling me how funny I am and how they've seen all of my videos.
I can't wait for a future date where one of them talks about this video where I talk about how they only talk about my videos.
Anyway, she was saying how funny I am.
How sexy I am.
how tall and strong and rich and charismatic
gorgeous.
"Interesting, how brave I am in the face of the Matrix."
She said she's seen me ride the tricycle.
*throwing*
Can you admit you're a monumental failure and there's no vehicle on earth I can't drive? Is she wrong? I might have to admit that. Or this.
She loved the tricycle.
They love the tricycle, bro.
Bugatti or tricycle? Not sure which one.
Gets me more puss-puss, but I have enough.
They fling it all over me. It's like fling it. Ah, pussy! Shit!
Then she said she saw my skydiving video and how funny it was.
She said, "I've seen your skydiving video, "and it was really funny, but I went skydiving, "and skydiving's super fun."
It's like fun.
Is that what the world's about now, dear?
This is word for word, verbatim.
I said, fun.
Is that what the world's about now, dear?
She looked at me confused.
with her young, innocent eyes. Because of course she knows nothing. She's 22 and haul.
It's like people are obsessed with this idea of fun.
They don't have any duty to their ancestors, no honor. They don't do what they're supposed to do. They don't read the Bible and abstain from sin.
No.
They don't read the Quran, I don't understand they should be covering their hair.
and dressing modestly
Instead, they're obsessed with this idea of fun, especially women. Women badly want fun, which is why the whole world is falling apart.
a female in her prime breeding age.
is obsessed with getting likes on a social media app as opposed to having children.
Fun has ruined the world.
And she sat in my car, 'cause I picked her up at this point.
I could tell she was a bit like, "Okay, well, this is going to be a fun night."
Way to ruin the mood.
Like, I give a fuck anyway. Bruv, I'm top G. I can be in any fucking mood I want. I can be in any mood I want. You're going to sit in that chair and you're going to love me anyway.
I can be happy, sad, miserable. I can talk about the matrix.
I can ignore you on my phone. Nothing changes. You're naked at the end. Who gives a shit?
So I told her,
after explaining that fun is haram and that people shouldn't be having fun.
She said, "Yeah, but you know, it's harmless because
Parachuting isn't destroying society.
I say, well...
No, you missed the meta point about fun. Of course you missed the big picture.
But...
Let me give you another reason why I don't like these things.
I don't think playing with your life
is a good thing to do.
Whether you're jumping out of a plane or swimming with sharks, the game is basically, ha ha ha, I was supposed to die, but I didn't.
To me, that's bad juju.
You know?
Especially if you're only doing it for fun.
If I charge into battle to defend my homeland,
or have I...
Fight evil oppressors who are attempting to enslave humanity with my Aikido.
And I win.
I've risked my life for good purpose.
But if you risk your life to have fun, I think that pisses God off a little bit.
Which is why all these skydivers were losers.
He didn't decide to kill them, but he decided to make them losers, because they were losers, and you can see my old video. They're fucking losers.
Then I tried to explain to her the difference between the truly masculine and feminine frame.
And she failed to understand me, I believe.
So I'm gonna try and explain it to you all at home, and perhaps you have a better
capability of comprehension.
I explained to her that she has no problem jumping out of a plane.
Because her entire life is based on luck.
Females live in willful ignorance in regards to their own safety.
Because if they accept the reality of how dangerous the world is,
they will never leave the house.
They can't protect themselves, they can't defend themselves,
They're not perspicacious enough to even see the danger coming. In fact, they ignore danger to such a high level that they put themselves in danger.
by going out and getting drunk and doing stupid things.
This girl said to me, "I don't put myself in danger.
I said, "You just got into the car with a six foot four kickboxer."
and you don't even know where I'm driving.
Way to kill the mood.
I can kill any mood I fucking want.
A little bit of fear in her eyes. Nervous laugh. "Yeah, dummy."
Thank fuck I'm a nice man.
Of course you don't consider for a second I'm a psycho.
You don't think of danger ever. Because if you consider danger as a female, life's unlivable.
You just go outside and pray.
I'm gonna walk down the street and hope nobody attacks me. If they do, I can't do anything, but I'm gonna pray.
So the female frame of jumping out of a plane is,
Hope so! 'Cause a female life is hope so! Hope so! Hope it's okay!
The masculine frame is different.
The masculine frame is, I'll walk down this street,
I hope they don't attack me, but if they do, I'm a master of Aikido.
I can affect the situation. I do not need blind luck. I can rely on my strength,
and my competence and my skill
and my bravery
Do you understand? The Shadow Fist.
She doesn't have a Shadow Fist.
She has fake tits.
I have a shadow fist.
I can rip a man's throw out.
As he insults me, he'll finish his sentence with his throat missing.
She can't do that.
So when I look at dangerous situations, I think, how could I affect said dangerous situation?
And if there's a dangerous situation,
which I couldn't affect, e.g. parachute failure,
I don't put myself in it.
Why would I? My entire life is not based on luck. It's based on me being the man.
Being the best.
There's been times in my life I should have died, most would have died, I didn't die because I'm that much better than the average man.
I'm that much better.
Those are the kind of situations I have no problem putting myself in. I rely on myself and trust myself. I'm not going to put myself in a situation that I cannot affect.
A female does because she does that every single time she leaves the fucking house.
I explained this to her,
Her.
beautiful body
which contains some sort of brain, I guess, failed to truly fathom it.
And she said, but...
So then what do you do for excitement?
I had to explain to her, I said,
My dear,
When we park this car,
outside of the restaurant.
You're going to get out.
and you're gonna take your high heels, and you're gonna try not to fall over and embarrass yourself,
You're going to walk your Bambi legs.
your long legs,
towards the restaurant. Do, do, do, do, do, do. With a little song in your head.
I'm going to pull up.
I'm gonna find a parking space, I'm gonna look around to see who's near my car, I'm gonna see who's there, I'm gonna wait for my security team to arrive, I'm gonna wait for them to get out.
I'm gonna wait for them to put their hands on their firearms. I'm gonna leave my car
My head's gonna be on a swivel.
I'm going to be walking towards the restaurant.
Keeping an eye on you, making sure you don't fall.
making sure nobody can sneak up on me.
and try and get into the restaurant without incident,
and without injury.
Me walking to a restaurant.
is the same level of adrenaline as you jumping out of a plane.
And you don't understand that because you live in a dream.
And any man who can walk to a restaurant without feeling fear or adrenaline or nerves
is not a warrior.
He's not a killer because he's not been around the kind of people I've been around. He's not been on both sides of the equation.
I'll sit here and say it right now.
In my younger years,
There have been times.
where I have waited for my enemy to get out of his car and walk to a restaurant. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?
I know how bad it can go.
And I know how quickly it can happen, and I know how cunning
an enemy can be when they're planning your demise.
I feel an adrenaline rush every time I have to do anything.
outside of my walls and my gates.
So why the fuck would I need to jump out of a plane?
I'm glad I got into the restaurant without incident.
and sat down and listened to you praise me for two hours,
and paid $1,000 for food I barely liked.
and got home
filled you with a substance and got rid of you without anyone dying. That's been stressful enough for me.
Any man watching this who doesn't get it, well then you're not important. Nobody wants you dead, I guess.
Or you're not a warrior. You've never seen the realities of life, I guess.
Which makes you basically a chick. Most of you dudes watching this go outside knowing that if you're attacked you can't do anything about it.
You're not.
highly trained and especially versed in hand-to-hand combat,
You do not have backup on speed dial. You don't have a contingency plan. You have nothing. Most of you operate like chicks. I'll just go out and hope. Hope the bad guys don't come.
I don't refuse to operate in that frame.
So this whole, I'm gonna risk my life purely for luck,
thing.
I find offensive.
I also find it quite immature.
Don't you?
I have children.
I have staff, I have an empire, I have a mission, I have a purpose, I have things to do.
important things that affect the entire world.
Me making this video affects the entire world.
My kids need me alive.
What kind of father would I be if I started saying, "Well, my kids need me alive, but it would be fun to jump out of a plane."
Isn't the duty to raising my children more important?
Shouldn't I be prioritizing that over absolute dumb shit? Can't I jump out of a plane when I'm 80 and my life's almost over? Why would I do it now at the prime of my powers?
Because if the parachute failed to open,
and I smashed into the ground.
I wouldn't die.
It's not me.
top G, I'm built different.
But it would probably hurt a little bit.
You know?
Why is Andrew not at work today?
For the first time in three years, he's having a day off. Ah, his parachute failed to open.
I'd miss a whole 24 hours of work.
which is of course unacceptable.
and also quite embarrassing.
Let's imagine I knew a guy. His life's in order. He's a dude.
He dies one day.
Greg.
Some white boy. This is white boy shit. Because black people understand deep in our hearts that the world's dangerous enough. That's why you don't see black people doing extreme sports.
Being dark, being brown is already extreme enough.
We live extreme lives just because of our skin color.
We don't need to be doing this. You do not see black people talking about planes.
Greg, the white woman.
Griggs dead!
What happened to Greg?
He jumped out of a plane!
and then he died.
Yeah.
Then why the fuck did he jump out of a fucking plane?
Who's gonna raise Greg's fucking kids now?
Well, he believed that he enjoyed it.
Well, I'm sure he didn't enjoy it the last time he fucking jumped out.
Dummy.
There'd be no sympathy at all in my heart for some fucking asshole.
who pounds into the ground and becomes smush for fun.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I really think we need to throw away this obsession with fun.
Fun is haram.
Whenever I see somebody goes, let's have some fun.
I say, "Well, what shall we do?" And I listen to their suggestions.
It's always asinine.
It's never "let's build an empire."
It's never let's resist enslavement. It's never let's make a bunch of money. It's never let's get another passport or another residency or set up another shell company or set up a trust. It's never let's read the law to make sure that we can defend ourselves in court. It's nothing that matters. It's let's go to a party and then they'll play music and then we'll dance.
FOR HOURS! FOR FUCKING HOURS OF YOUR FUCKING LIFE!
Why? Why? You don't need fun!
You need purpose.
You need a mission.
You need something larger than yourself to live for.
You're just some empty vessel with no soul and no spirit trying to attract dopamine from the asinine.
Put it into your blood and just be a fucking inept idiot bouncing around on some substance or alcohol or drug or something.
Worshiping some music artist who wouldn't give a shit if you fell out of a plane and smashed into the fucking ground.
because it's fun. Woo! And women love fun.
And because you're desperate for pussy, you chase the women around and women want to go to a party. So you go to the party because there's girls there.
I spend most of my time on dates now just lecturing women if I talk at all.
I say this is not going to be a fun day, it's going to be educational.
You're going to sit your ass down. I'm going to talk about all the things you've ever done that are fun and how pointless they were.
When's the last time you've done anything of significance?
What do you mean? Tell me something significant you do.
No, Instagram isn't significant.
Selfies aren't significant.
Tell me something significant you do with your life.
Eventually they get to the very pertinent question.
It's quite obvious, but it takes them a while.
Well, what should I be doing?
You should be having fucking children.
That's what you should be doing. That's important.
Outside of that, basically everything you do will not matter.
And nobody will care.
You should be having kids.
Logical extension to that is
Well, if I have kids and I don't have a career, who's going to pay for them? So you're going to need a millionaire, aren't you?
Well, yeah, I guess it's every woman's dream just to have a man to take care of them to have kids.
And there we go. Baby mama number 11. Oops.
If I did jump out of a plane, which I won't,
- The President and the President of the United States.
And I did die, which wouldn't happen, because I'm top G and I'm built different.
This is an open declaration. This is like my will.
So if this ever happens, if I ever do anything stupid,
deliberately to test my life.
And somehow it doesn't go well because God decides to teach me a lesson for doing something so dumb.
I would like all of my baby mamas at the same funeral.
In a final show of defiance,
A final
fireworks display for the world.
I want all these baddies to turn up.
and argue.
All these hot women. Hey, who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
That'll be fun.
Yeah.
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