F*** the Tate Brothers and the global "male self improvement" cabal.
I don't know why but I've been getting hit with a lot of Andrew Tate content on my feed. I made the mistake of commenting on some of this drivel to point out how absurd and harmful the shit spewing from this hairless man-grapplers pretty little chapsticked lips really was. Seriously bro where the f*** if your body hair are you a prepubescent girl on illegal steroid your Grindr date at the gym gave you?
In particular, I was irritated by his videos ridiculing depression and claiming anyone who is depressed is a loser, it's all in their head and they need to get over it.
Now, I'm not even saying this is ALWAYS untrue. Indeed, there are plenty of people, especially those spoiled by the emasculating coddling of the Western societies in which they were raised, who need a swift kick up the a** to make them get off it and actually TRY to do something and actually failing instead of letting the fear of failure keep them paralyzed in the warm Oedipal cocoon modern late stage capitalism is to ready to provide to those willing to surrender their vision and volition for a chance to get cold comfort for change, to exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage.
But such an idea is deeply dangerous as it serves to absolve society and the systems which control and influence it, for the intense suffering it inflicts on those standing in the way of its goals or interests. Including it's interest in getting those it has already f***ed over to continue to give the System their labor and value despite its cruelty and mistreatment.
This is because the System operates like a narcissistic gaslighter, a deeply selfish entity that cares ONLY for its interests and views all individuals as disposable commodities to be squeezed for every last drop of value before being discarded like husks. All this gung ho, "go out and keep winning" schtick is just how they get you to voluntarily put your nuts in the juicer again and again and again.
Got the house, the expensive truck, the wife and 2.3 kids.
I'm still depressed.
It has nothing to do with my relationship with myself and everything to do with my relationship with the world.
The world is full of evil, malicious, selfish, cruel liars. The world is full of those who spread suffering for their own ends. It is full of those who hate me because they are jealous of me, because I can do better than them in my sleep than they could operating at their full capacity. So they sabotage and undermine and attack me.
And I fight back. But after a while.....it gets exhausting. At what point can life just....stop being a struggle for a bit? Is there no hope of respite from the unrelenting onslaught of aggressive insecure shirtless a**holes in the world? Can all you mfkrs just....CALM THE F*** DOWN FOR HALF A SECOND?!
F*** "successs". F*** "winning". According to you the path to success is to rigidly follow your instructions without question. This is what tyrants have been saying since the dawn of time "yield your autonomy to me and submit yourself to my will and I shall reward you with riches and glory beyond your wildest dreams"
Sorry. There is only One master who gets my unconditional obedience. And it ain't some sweaty hypebro snarling about how anyone without a Bugatti is a loser.
Tate is simply the latest sock puppet being fielded by a system that needs to condition us into becoming selfish, materialistic morons so we do and say whatever the system tells us to do in exchange for the material rewards that are easy for that system to provide.
But any notion that great wealth is accessible to all if they simply follow a set of instructions is suspect. This sounds like a false promise of the devil.
Because let me tell you something, you can give up all the trappings of the self indulgent life style and devote every waking moment to self improvement. You can, like I did, give up alcohol at the peak of your youth barely after being legally old enough to drink it, you can eliminate your social life and focus solely on career and self improvement, you can bust a** to go to law school, graduate with honors and still find yourself driving Uber because somehow your job applications only get crickets (maybe because you said things th system did not like). You can teach yourself to code and become so good at it you are asked to teach it to others in your company. But then some jealous, well connected c*** can ruin your career by sabotaging you and making false claims about you.
All of that happened to me.
Do I regret my choice to work my a** of knowing where it would lead? Nope.
Am I going to kill myself because Andrew Tate tells me I'm a loser if I don't "win", but Ive given it more effort than anyone I know and STILL "failed"? No sir.
Because I am not afraid of losing. Fear of losing is essentially the fear of death; because you believe being a loser means your life is over and thus represents a form of death.
Death is not to be feared. Death is the final comfort, the guardian angel that brings refuge and release.
But man was not meant for comfort. He must earn it through labor. He must be worthy of death, he must pay the fare to ride it's ferry to the other side.
True greatness does not come from fleeing death, from giving up on life because of the inevitability of death. We must embrace the insignificance of individual existence while still exerting every breath in service of making something beautiful from the clay of our life.
What else are you going to do...be a consumerist zombie slowly rotting away on a couch somewhere? Look...either be the one who acquires and wields the power of the System, or the one who refuses to bow to it and strives relentlessly to tear it down.
But don't be a casualty of the system. Don't be a statistic. Don't became either a complacent servant to the system nor one who is defeated into silence and acquiescence by it and abandons all attempts at resistance. Middle grounds are for the weak.
You don't have to be a millionaire. You don't have to have a Bugatti. You don't have to create some clickbait shockjock podcast for cheap likes from sad frustrated men dropping in on your reels between bouts of violent masturbation.
Write. Draw. Climb a mountain. Build a cabin. Build homes for the homeless. Build a skyscraper. Grow your own food and become truly self sufficient. Make an app. Make a video game. Travel to conflict zones and help the wounded and suffering. Travel to conflict zones and become a combatant. Be prepared to die anonymous in the mud, as long as the life that flashes before your eyes as Charon reach out his hand to help you board the boat, is a vision that pleases you and allows you to fade into nothingness with a smile on your face.
Greatness is not pre-defined. Only the unimaginative and the vulgar think it boils down to some obnoxious Italian atrocity on wheels.
Greatness is undefined, waiting for you to define it.
So whatever you do, whether it is business or charity, system design or art, love or hate, dealing death or preserving life - just make sure you do the SH** out of it.
That you strive beyond yourself and the world, in pursuit of greatness so great it has not yet been conceived by the human imagination. Don't let losers like Tate define and control your vision of "greatness". You do not have to answer to them on your deathbed; only yourself and your Creator.
"Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Superman--a rope over an abyss.
A dangerous crossing, a dangerous wayfaring, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting.
What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what is lovable in man is that he is an OVER-GOING and a DOWN-GOING.
I love those that know not how to live except as down-goers, for they are the over-goers.
I love the great despisers, because they are the great adorers, and arrows of longing for the other shore.
I love those who do not first seek a reason beyond the stars for going down and being sacrifices, but sacrifice themselves to the earth, that the earth of the Superman may hereafter arrive.
I love him who lives in order to know, and seeks to know in order that the Superman may hereafter live. Thus seeks he his own down-going.
I love him who labors and invents, that he may build the house for the Superman, and prepare for him earth, animal, and plant: for thus seeks he his own down-going.
I love him who loves his virtue: for virtue is the will to down-going, and an arrow of longing.
I love him who reserves no share of spirit for himself, but wants to be wholly the spirit of his virtue: thus walks he as spirit over the bridge.
I love him who makes his virtue his inclination and destiny: thus, for the sake of his virtue, he is willing to live on, or live no more."
Friedrich Neitzsche
"Man, I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. Goddammit, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables—slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man: No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war; our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off." - Tyler Durden.
https://youtu.be/Zi9ivZL7vmA?si=EubRI5LWV4SCVrAc
Competition is not the answer. Tate and his ilk work to further the atomization of society into individuals at war with all other individuals. By making them constantly compete among themselves, over trivial sh** btw like who can waste more time in a gym, they prevent solidarity and organization.
Because they understand that an individual, no matter how many crunches or pushups he does, is ultimately weak and easy to neutralize as a threat. It amazes me that nobody ever stopped to reflect on the genius of "Gym-as-Salvation" scam to get people to literally expend their energy into nothingness, to waste their labor on generating friction on the pulleys of a weight machine, when they could be out burning those calories smashing the windows of expensive cars at their local luxury dealership.
What if, instead of running endlessly to nowhere on treadmils inside glass cages like f***ING hamsters on a wheel, we organized? What if we combined the strength of our arms to pursue our goals collectively, amplifying each other's power into an unstoppable juggernaut more powerful than the sum of its parts?
What if the losers decided they were sick of losing to a system that alienated and disconnected them from its other victims using the tired old call to endless competition? What if they stopped dignifying a rigged game by participating in it on the Systems terms, and instead got together to smash the board itself?
This is what they truly fear. This is what keeps them up at night. Not how many reps you can do on the bench. Not how many widgets you sold in your drop shipping ponzi scheme. It's the day you decide that you will NOT be the man on top but you can sure as hell help string the man at the top up on a traffic light.
No, it is the prospect that you will wake up to realize that you have been hoodwinked. Bamboozled. Defrauded into a pattern of competitive behaviour designed not to bring out the best in you, but to extract as much value as possible from you while preventing you from taking steps that might ACTUALLY improve your condition.
Namely, banding together with the other rejects of the system and coming up with new and exciting ways to sabotage, discredit, undermine and ultimately dismantle the system set up by yesterday's oppressors. And, in its place set up a new system that will lead humanity to unknown heights of progress and/or opress it in exciting new ways. Whatever, either or. But the scene RN sucks and needs to be changed.
Keep that freak flag flying high, gentlemen.
Long Live Loser Nation ✌️
https://youtu.be/18EA6WF-Xxo?si=S4vavnkYLaLRH9nm
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