INSIDE THE TATER-DOME

      2022 wasn't an especially good year for anybody; but our old friends in the Red Pill Cult finished it off in an especially humiliating fashion. In October, Vox Day---who's convinced his followers that he's a superior 'Sigma' managed to get himself outsmarted and scammed by one of his own 'Legal Legion of Evil.' In November, based and Red Pilled candidates Dr. Mehmet Oz and Herschel Walker managed to lose high-profile elections: one to a milquetoast Liberal who nearly died during the campaign, and the other to a grifting street-preacher. Now, along comes Andrew Tate.

     Yes, the very man who on Christmas Day boasted that other men were nowhere near his equal has ended up in the clink for the foreseeable future. How this happened is truly the fate of warrior-poets (as Heartiste used to dub his ideal superman), heroes and martyrs. 

    It seems that, after being ejected from Romania as an undesirable alien earlier this year, Tate decided that he wasn't going to let a bunch of Eastern Bloc-heads push him around. He boldly returned to his 'villa' and---for some unknown reason other than to prove himself an 'Alpha'---decided to start a Twitter feud with Greta Thunberg. 

   Greta responded with some rather pointed (but wholly reasonable) doubts about Tate's T-levels; and of course no Alpha is going take that lying down from a woman. Tate went on a flurry of selfies showing off his {ahem} 'luxurious' surroundings. This outburst of chest-thumping gained a big enough audience to fill an entire city. Unfortunately for Tate, among the viewers were local police, who quickly put two and two together and realized that Tate was back in town against their previous warnings. The outcome was predictable from that point on. Tate should have spent more time reading history, because the last two big shots who thought they could push the Romanian people around ended up in front of firing squads. 

    Ah. Greta. If she wasn't such a crabby, immature Liberal with an explosive temper and learned how to cook, she might actually be a fun girl to hang around with. Oh well, she's only 19, so there's hope for her yet. Meanwhile though, Tate's acolytes are pinning all the blame for their leader's downfall on her. Red Pills are notorious for playing the Victim Card, because---obviously---they never do anything wrong. Tate certainly isn't the first of their leadership whose big mouth and bigger ego landed them in the pokey. Specimens can be seen here, here, and here; and many others go through their careers with one foot on the banana peel and the other in the Penitentiary. 

  It really speaks volumes about the low state of today's men that the likes of Andrew Tate should be seen as a role model. Romanian journalists have been showing photos of his luxury villa, and it's about what one would expect. Tacky, overpriced generic furniture: the whole place gives off the appeal of a furniture-store showroom. The place is conspicuous for it's lack of any personality, so to speak. There's nothing on the walls, no plants, no books, no artwork: it genuinely looks like one big stage-prop all set-up and put-on to project an image. The image that it actually projects is the sort of living arrangements of an entitled jerk who's suddenly come into money and wants to show it off. Tate himself isn't much of a role model.

    So all of the young men reading this just got more advice on being a man in one meme than all of Tate's costly seminars and programs. It remains to be seen whether a few months on a rockpile will make a man out of Tate or not.