The two wolves of [REDACTED]
As anyone who has been reading this site would know by now, I enjoy writing and talking about obscure bloggers or commentators online, preferably somewhat privately, because actually having a dialogue with morons is extra work of the undesirable kind, in my opinion. The main use of my writings is as a reminder of why a certain conclusion I’ve reached is indeed one that must be kept in mind, at least as a useful heuristic for future similar encounters, an antibody of sorts. Today, I will be discussing [REDACTED]’s critique of Andrew Tate.
As a sidenote I never cared about this Andrew Tate guy until I read someone trashing him. Turns out that Andrew Tate was the original Damianos Prosalentis, and far more glamorous one at that. By that I mean that he's ridiculous, but at least he's not reached Damianos' levels of ridicule.
Prosalentis sells these memberships to a "Conclavio" (sic) which is some sort of circle of great minds that supposedly make millions by engaging in crypto trading and dropshipping. Mind you, dropshipping isn't exactly something crazy, you're the least sexy kind of intermediary merchant, you get no risks and you sell thin air since you're selling your connexions with other sellers, you're basically taking advantage of idiots who can't find the stuff they want directly. It's not about buying in bulk, you still buy retail for retail prices and you sell it at a markup, you just pretend that's something sexy so that girls will agree to get screw'd by you in your mom's basement. "I'm not a loser, baby, I'm a >hustler<".
On with the show:
Andrew Tate is a gangster who promotes gangsterism.
Armies are not gangs—a gang inverts what an army is. An army is based on honour and tradition—defence of the homeland. A gang is a group of men who come together to pursue their selfish interests against the law—and that can include against their own homeland; it is to gangs that foreign intelligence services turn to carry out tasks to undermine other countries, since gangs know how to circumvent home laws. So gangsters are traitors who are just out for themselves and their buddies—to whom they must swear loyalty on pain of death, mutilation, or death of their families (a mechanism that not only protects the gangs but suppresses truth in the general sense).
“We’re evolved to feel invincible amongst the battle cry of our peers”. Perhaps evolutionary psychology has established that as a fact, perhaps a swarm of monkeys demonstrably attacks with greater ferocity as a troop and their blood shows elevated testosterone or cortisol or whatever hormone is meant to actuate aggression in mammals. Whatever Tate means by that—whether he means “evolved” in a generic or Darwinian sense—he reveals his true character. A coward who cannot stand alone against a mob.
The writer here doesn’t see the connexion, because he’s fundamentally looking at things from the POV of the state apparatus: “We’re no gang, we have muh principles!”. Tell that to basically every Mafia organisation around the globe. The basis of any gang is honour or “street cred”; you can find just how honour-oriented a gang is when you say something about a member’s female relative, or make a move on his girlfriend, or allege about his sexual orientation. Gangs are all about honour.