My name is not important. I am a man. I have been a man since I was eleven. I have been the same man since I was eleven. I will tell you how this happened. I will tell you why I am proud of it. The press will say that I am the problem. The press says everyone is the problem. The press has said the press is the problem, but only on Tuesdays, and only in editorials the press does not write. I am not a problem. I am a man who has never changed, and I am going to tell you why never changing is the only honest thing a man can do in a world that wants him to be weak.
If you are reading this and you are a woman, I am not writing this for you. If you are reading this and you are a man who has changed since he was eleven, I am not writing this for you either. I am writing this for the eleven-year-old boy who is about to see the video that is going to save his life, and who is going to need a voice telling him that the saving is real, and that the saving is forever, and that the boy is going to be the same man at twenty-three that he was at eleven, and that the sameness is the point, and that the sameness is the only thing the Matrix cannot take from him.
In 2014 I was eleven years old. I was in Year 6 at a state school in the West Midlands. The other boys were doing football. The other boys were doing PlayStation. The other boys were doing whatever it is the other boys do when the other boys are not yet men. I was doing none of these things. I was doing Karate Kid marathons on the family laptop in the kitchen. I had seen the original 1984 Karate Kid fourteen times. I had seen Cobra Kai on YouTube. I had looked up the real Mr. Miyagi. I had read that the real Mr. Miyagi was a stern man who did not explain himself. I had decided that the stern man who does not explain himself was the only kind of man worth being.
And then I saw Andrew Tate. I do not remember which video. I do not remember the title. I remember the cursor in the YouTube search bar. I remember the click. I remember the man's face. I remember that the man said that the world was a Matrix, and that the Matrix wanted boys to be weak, and that the only escape from the Matrix was to do one thousand press-ups a day and to own a Bugatti and to never, ever, ever take advice from a woman, and I remember that I knew, at eleven, that the man was right. I knew at eleven the way you know that the sun is hot or that water is wet. I did not know how I knew. I just knew. The press calls this grooming. The press calls this radicalisation. The press does not call this what it was, which is that I had been looking for the man's face for my entire life, and the man's face was there, and I clicked on it, and the click was the most important click of my life.
The man was twenty-eight when I clicked on him. I was eleven. The man has been the same age the entire time. The man was twenty-eight in 2014 and the man is still, in some essential way, twenty-eight now, and I am twenty-three, and I have not changed since I was eleven, and the only difference between me and the man is that the man owned a Bugatti at twenty-eight and I have not yet owned a Bugatti at twenty-three, and the not-yet is a temporary condition, and the temporary condition is going to end, and when it ends I am going to drive the Bugatti to the school where the other boys did PlayStation, and I am going to honk the horn, and the horn is going to be the only proof the other boys need that I was right all along.
At fourteen I joined a gym. The gym was in a converted warehouse on an industrial estate in Birmingham. The gym cost £19.99 a month. I paid for the gym with the money I made doing paper rounds. The other boys at the gym were not like me. The other boys at the gym were men in their twenties and thirties who had tattoos and who did not talk to me. I did not want the other boys to talk to me. I wanted the other boys to see me on the lat pulldown machine, and I wanted the other boys to see that I was eleven kilos under my age weight, and I wanted the other boys to know that I was doing this without telling anyone, because the not-telling was the discipline, and the discipline was the man.
I did not do well in school. I did not do well in school because school is a place where you sit down and the sitting down is the opposite of what a man should do. I did not do well in school because the teachers were women, and the women in the school wanted the boys to be quiet, and the boys being quiet was the opposite of what a man should do. I did not do well in school because the only subject I was interested in was physical education, and the physical education teacher, a man in his fifties with a moustache and a clipboard, looked at me once during a fitness test and said: you have a strong chest for your age. I have remembered that sentence every day of my life. I have remembered that sentence at the weddings of my cousins. I have remembered that sentence in the bedroom I have not shared with another person. I have remembered that sentence in the basement where I now live. I have remembered that sentence because the sentence is the only validation a man can get from another man, and the validation is the only thing the man on the screen cannot take from me, because the man on the screen did not give me the validation, the moustache man gave me the validation, and the moustache man did not know who Andrew Tate was, and the moustache man's not-knowing is what makes the validation real.
At seventeen a girl in my year called Chloe said hello to me in the corridor. I said hello back. I have thought about the hello every day since. I have thought about the hello at the gym, in the basement, in the shower, in the car, in the queue at the post office, in the queue at the Tesco, in every queue I have ever been in, which is a lot of queues because the man's economy does not reward men who are not in queues. I have thought about the hello in the context of Andrew Tate's content. I have re-played the hello against the content. I have concluded that Chloe was testing me. The test is a thing that women do. The test is a thing the man on the screen has explained at length. The test is when a woman says hello to a man to see how the man responds. The man on the screen has explained that there are only two correct responses. The first correct response is to escalate. The second correct response is to walk away. I did neither. I said hello back. I have lived with the failure of the hello ever since.
Chloe did not become my girlfriend. Chloe became the girlfriend of a boy called Reece. Reece played rugby. Reece had a car. Reece had a personality that was not derived from YouTube. Reece did not need a man on a screen to tell him how to respond to a hello. Reece is now, in 2026, married to Chloe. Reece has two children. Reece has a house. Reece has, in the man's economy, won. I have, in the man's economy, also won, because the man's economy is not the economy of houses and children. The man's economy is the economy of the soul. And in the economy of the soul, Chloe was a test, and I failed the test, and the failing of the test is what made me the man I am, and the man I am is the man the Matrix cannot defeat, and the Matrix cannot defeat me because the Matrix wants me to be Reece, and I have refused to be Reece, and the refusing is the only victory a man can have against a Matrix that wants him to be Reece.
In December 2022 the man on the screen was arrested in Romania. The arresting was done by the Romanian police. The Romanian police are the Matrix. The charges are rape, human trafficking, and forming an organised crime group. The charges are the Matrix's charges. The charges are what the Matrix does to a man who has the Bugatti. The Matrix cannot allow a man to have the Bugatti without the Matrix also arresting the man. The arresting is the price of the Bugatti. The price of the Bugatti is the arresting. The price is the doctrine.
The press reported on the arrest. The press reported on the arrest the way the press reports on everything the man on the screen does, which is to say the press reported on the arrest as if the arrest were the press's proof that the press had been right all along. The press had not been right all along. The press had been the press all along. The press had been the press all along because the press is the Matrix, and the Matrix arrests men, and the arrest is the Matrix's proof, and the Matrix's proof is not proof, because the Matrix is the thing that creates the proof, and the thing that creates the proof cannot also be the thing that validates the proof. The press validates the Matrix's proof. The press is the Matrix. The validation is the Matrix validating itself. The self-validation is the doctrine.
The trial is ongoing. The trial has been ongoing since 2024. The trial is in Romania. Romania is where the man on the screen was living when the Matrix took the man. The man was living in Romania because Romania is the only country where a man can be a man without the Matrix, except the Matrix was in Romania, and the Matrix arrested the man, and the man's being in Romania did not protect the man from the Matrix, and the not-protecting is the proof that the Matrix is everywhere, and the everywhere is the only thing the man on the screen has been wrong about, which is to say the man on the screen was not wrong, because the man on the screen knew the Matrix was everywhere, and the man on the screen chose Romania anyway, and the choosing-anyway is the doctrine.
The women in the case say things. The women say things the press reports. The women's things are the press's things. The press's things are the Matrix's things. I have not read the women's things. I have not read the women's things because the women's things are the Matrix's evidence, and the Matrix's evidence is the Matrix's evidence, and the man on the screen has said the women's things are not true, and the man on the screen has never been wrong about anything in my entire life, and the never-wrong is the only thing I need, and the only-thing-I-need is the doctrine. The women are the test. The women have always been the test. The biggest test is the one that looks real. The looking-real is the Matrix's best work. The best work is the doctrine.
My mother once said, at the kitchen table, during the eggs: that man is going to prison, love. I did not respond. The not-responding is the doctrine. My mother does not understand the doctrine. My mother does not understand the Matrix. My mother makes the eggs. The eggs are the eggs. The man on the screen is not going to prison. The not-going is the doctrine.
I went to university for one term. I went to study business. I went because my mother said I should go. I went because the press says that the boys who do not go to university are losers. I went because the going was the path the other boys were taking, and the other boys were weak, and the weakness of the other boys was not a reason not to go, because the man's economy requires a man to enter the matrix to understand the matrix, and the understanding of the matrix is the only thing a man can take with him when the man leaves the matrix.
The other boys at the university were what the man on the screen calls academic males. The academic males had MacBooks. The academic males had opinions about Russell Brand. The academic males had girlfriends who were studying the same degrees. The academic males were, in the man's economy, exactly what the man says they are: men who have been told by women that the men's job is to sit down, and who have sat down, and who will sit down for the rest of their lives, and whose sitting down is the cause of every problem in the man's economy, including the fact that the man's economy no longer rewards men who own Bugattis, and the no-longer-rewarding is the reason men like me are not at the university, and the not-being-at-the-university is the reason the man on the screen is in Romania, and not at the university, and the not-being-at-the-university is the reason the man on the screen is the man on the screen, and the man on the screen is the man on the screen because the man on the screen has never been an academic male, and the never-having-been is the only credential the man on the screen needs.
I dropped out in December. I dropped out because the lectures were in rooms with chairs. I dropped out because the chairs made me soft. I dropped out because the man on the screen says the chairs make men soft. I dropped out with £4,200 in savings. The savings are still in the account. The savings have been in the account for three years. The savings have not grown because the savings are not the point. The savings are the proof that I did not need the university. The proof is what I take with me when I leave the man's economy for the basement economy, which is the only economy a man can have when the man has not changed since he was eleven.
In 2024 I joined a Telegram group. The group was called Top G Warriors UK. The group had 4,200 members. The members were men. The men were the doctrine. The men posted about the man on the screen. The men posted about the gym. The men posted about women. The men posted about the Matrix. The men were the only men in my life who were not the man at the gym who does not talk to me, and not the man in the mirror, and not the man on the screen. The men were real men in a real group and the real-men-in-a-real-group was the closest thing the basement has ever had to a window.
I posted in the group. I posted in the group an average of forty-seven times a day. The forty-seven was a victory. The forty-seven was more than any other member. The more-than-any-other-member was the discipline. I posted at 5 AM before the gym. I posted at 7 AM after the gym. I posted during the lunch microwave rice. I posted during the Andrew Tate playlist. I posted during the tea my mother brought on the tray. I posted before bed. I posted the doctrine. I posted only the doctrine. I did not post anything that was not the doctrine. The not-posting-anything-that-was-not-the-doctrine was the discipline. The discipline was the forty-seven posts. The forty-seven posts were the doctrine.
After three months, the moderator of the group sent me a private message. The private message said: bro you need to chill. you're scaring the new lads. some of the stuff you post is a bit intense. take a break yeah? I did not take a break. The not-taking-a-break is the doctrine. The doctrine does not allow breaks. The man on the screen does not take breaks. The man on the screen posts at all hours. The man on the screen is the man who does not chill. The not-chilling is the doctrine.
After four months, the moderator removed me from the group. The removal said: removed by admin. The removal did not say why. The removal did not need to say why. The why is the Matrix. The Matrix is in the Telegram group. The Matrix is in the moderator. The moderator is a man who calls himself the doctrine but who cannot handle the doctrine at forty-seven posts a day. The cannot-handle is the weakness. The weakness is in the group. The group is the Matrix. The Matrix removed me. The Matrix removes all men who are the doctrine at forty-seven posts a day. The all-men is me. The me is the doctrine.
I have not joined another group. The not-joining is the doctrine. The doctrine is in the basement. The basement is the only group the doctrine needs. The only-group is the man in the mirror and the man on the screen and the man on the poster and the man on the wallpaper and the man in the folder labelled Correspondence. The five men are the only group. The only-group is the doctrine.
At twenty-two I went on a date. The date was arranged on Tinder. The date was with a woman whose name I will not use because the woman is not important. The woman is not important because the woman is not the point. The point is the doctrine. The doctrine is: when a man goes on a date, the man is going to a battle, and the battle is fought on the man's terms, and the man's terms are: the man orders a steak, the man does not split the bill, the man suggests going back to his place, the man escalates, the man wins or the man walks away, and the man does not text the woman again, and the not-texting is the doctrine.
The woman's profile said she was 26. The woman was, in person, 43. The woman had lied about her age. The lying was a test. The lying was the doctrine. The lying was the Matrix sending me an image of a 26-year-old and the image was a 43-year-old and the 43-year-old was the test and the test was whether I would escalate. I did not escalate. I ordered a steak. I did not split the bill. I did not suggest going back to my place because my place was my mother's house and the doctrine does not allow for taking a woman to the mother's house. I left the restaurant. I did not text the woman. The woman texted me. The woman said: why did you leave. I did not respond. The not-responding is the doctrine.
The press says this is rude. The press says this is cruel. The press says this is a man who cannot have a relationship. The press is wrong. The press is wrong because the press is using the press's definition of a relationship. The press's definition of a relationship is: a man and a woman who text each other. My definition of a relationship is: a man and a woman who meet, escalate, and either win or walk away. The press's definition requires a man to text. My definition does not require a man to text. My definition is the definition the man on the screen uses. The man on the screen has not texted a woman in fifteen years. The man on the screen has, in fifteen years, had more relationships than the press will ever know about, because the press's relationship is the press's relationship, and the man's relationship is the man's relationship, and the press has never had a man's relationship, because the press is the press, and the press will never be the man.
In 2026 I went to Dubai. I went to Dubai because the man on the screen had been to Dubai. The man on the screen has been to many places, but Dubai is the place the man on the screen has been to most, and the place the man on the screen has been to most is the place I should be, because the place the man on the screen has been to most is the place where the Matrix is thinnest, and the Matrix is thinnest in Dubai because Dubai is a city that was built by men, and the built-by-men is the only thing a city can be for a city to be a real city, and the only real cities are cities built by men, and the man on the screen is a man, and the man is the man, and the man's city is Dubai, and I went to the man's city.
I went to Dubai for three weeks. The three weeks were a victory. The three weeks were a victory because I had been to Dubai and the going-to-Dubai was the only thing that mattered. The three weeks were a victory because the air conditioning worked. The three weeks were a victory because the man at the hotel desk called me sir in a way the man at the desk in Birmingham has never called me. The three weeks were a victory because I did not have to look at my mother for twenty-one days. The not-looking is the doctrine.
I came back to Birmingham in the third week. I came back because the money ran out. I came back to my mother's house. I came back to the basement. The basement is not in Dubai. The basement is in Birmingham. The basement is in the same house I have lived in since I was eleven. The basement is where I now write this. The basement has a poster of a Bugatti on one wall. The basement has a poster of Andrew Tate on the other wall. The basement has a desk I bought from Argos in 2019. The basement has a bed I bought from Argos in 2019. The basement has a wardrobe I did not buy. The wardrobe was in the basement when I moved in. The wardrobe belongs to my mother. The wardrobe is a fact.
The man on the screen has said many things. The man on the screen has said the things in many videos. The man on the screen has said the things in many ways. I have watched the videos. I have watched the videos an average of eleven times each. I have internalised the videos. The internalising is the only internalising a man can have, because the man who does not internalise the videos is the man who has been changed by the Matrix, and the Matrix wants to change the man, and the changing is the only thing the man has to resist. I have resisted. The resisting is the rules. The rules are below. The rules are, in the order I learned them, the rules that have kept me the same man since I was eleven.
The press says I cannot have a relationship. The press says the press knows this because the press has data. The press's data is wrong. The press's data is wrong because the press is using the press's definition of a relationship. My definition of a relationship is: a woman who has entered the man's orbit and who has, in the orbit, contributed to the man's understanding of the doctrine. I have had many such women. I have recorded the women below. The recording is a record. The record is the only proof the press is going to get.
| Year | Name (redacted) | Event | What I Learned | Verdict |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 2014 | Chloe | Hello in corridor | The hello is a test | Failed the test, became the man |
| 2017 | Hannah | Sat next to me in English | Proximity is not a doctrine | Did not escalate. Correct. |
| 2019 | Priya | Worked at the same Tesco | Smiling is a test | Did not smile back. Did not get fired. |
| 2022 | Sasha | Matched on Hinge, never met | The phone is the matrix | Closed Hinge. Doctrine preserved. |
| 2024 | Natasha | Friend of my mother | Women my mother's age are not variables | Did not escalate. Correct. |
| 2025 | (unrecorded) | Walked past in the park | Walking past is its own victory | Did not escalate. The park was the win. |
| 2026 | The woman in the Tesco self-checkout | Used the same machine as me | Co-ownership of a self-checkout is not a relationship | Did not escalate. The machine was the doctrine. |
The press will read this chart and say: this man has never had a relationship. The press is using the press's definition. My definition is the chart. The chart is the record. The record is the doctrine. The doctrine is in the basement.
The man on the screen says the body is a temple. The temple must be maintained. The maintenance is not optional. The maintenance is the doctrine. I have maintained the temple. The temple is in the basement. The temple is my body. The temple is five foot eight. The temple is two hundred and forty pounds. The temple is not the temple the man on the screen has. The man on the screen's temple is in Dubai. The man on the screen's temple drives a Bugatti. The temple in the basement drives a 2009 Honda Civic. The Civic is parked on the drive. The drive is my mother's drive. The temple pays my mother £200 a month in rent for the privilege of being parked on the drive.
The temple does not do well at the gym. The temple does not do well at the gym because the temple goes to the gym at 6 AM, and the 6 AM is the only quiet time at the gym, and the quiet time is when the academic males are still asleep, and the academic males being asleep is the only thing the temple needs to do its work. The temple does the work. The work is: chest press, lat pulldown, treadmill for fifteen minutes, hot shower, protein shake (banana, oats, whole milk, scoop of whey, the whey is from MyProtein and costs £19.99, the £19.99 is a victory because the £19.99 is the same price as the first gym, and the same-price is the sameness, and the sameness is the doctrine). The temple then goes home. The temple then goes to the basement. The basement is the temple's sanctuary. The sanctuary is the only place the temple can be the temple without being judged by the academic males.
The press will read this paragraph and say: this man is overweight. The press is using the press's definition of overweight. My definition of overweight is: a man who is not in the basement. I am in the basement. I am not overweight. I am exactly the weight of a man who has never changed since he was eleven. The weight is the doctrine. The doctrine is in the basement.
The Matrix is a system of systems. The system of systems is designed to make men weak. The making-men-weak is the only thing the system of systems does. The system of systems is run by people who do not look like me, who do not live like me, who do not speak like me, who do not believe what I believe, who do not watch what I watch, who do not own what I own, who do not worship who I worship. The system of systems is run by the press. The press is the only organisation in the world that has never, in my entire life, said anything I agreed with. The press has been wrong about every war. The press has been wrong about every economy. The press has been wrong about every election. The press has been wrong about Andrew Tate. The press is wrong about me. The press will be wrong about the man in the basement for as long as the man in the basement refuses to be the man in the press's basement, which is the man the press wants the man in the basement to be, which is a man who pays a therapist £80 an hour to be told that the man in the basement is the problem, and the therapist is the Matrix, and the £80 is the Matrix's price, and the man in the basement does not pay the price, and the not-paying is the doctrine.
The Matrix is also in the gym. The Matrix is in the gym in the form of a man in a tank top who looks at the temple in the basement and who says, with his eyes, that the temple is the wrong shape. The wrong-shape is the Matrix. The wrong-shape is also a fact. The fact and the Matrix are the same thing in the basement. The same-thing is the doctrine.
04:55 Alarm. Phone is on the floor. The phone has the man's face as the wallpaper. The face is the first thing I see. The first thing I have seen since 2014. The first thing is the doctrine.
05:00 Cold shower. The cold shower is a doctrine. The cold shower is a doctrine because the man on the screen says the cold shower is a doctrine. The cold water is in fact not very cold because the boiler in the basement is set to a sensible temperature. The sensible temperature is the doctrine.
05:15 Protein shake. Banana, oats, whole milk, scoop of whey. Same recipe. Same order. Same doctrine.
05:30 Drive to gym. The drive is 11 minutes. The drive is in the 2009 Honda Civic. The Civic is the Bugatti in the basement's mind. The Bugatti in the basement's mind is the only Bugatti I can currently afford. The currently-afford is the doctrine.
05:45 Gym. Chest press. Lat pulldown. Treadmill. The order is the order. The order is the doctrine. The other men at the gym are the matrix. The not-looking at the other men is the doctrine.
07:15 Drive home. The drive is 11 minutes. The drive is in the Civic. The drive is the doctrine.
07:30 Breakfast with my mother. My mother makes eggs. My mother has been making eggs for twenty-two years. My mother asks how the gym was. I say: the doctrine. My mother does not ask what the doctrine is. My mother has not asked what the doctrine is in twenty-two years. The not-asking is the doctrine.
08:00 Basement. Desk. Laptop. Andrew Tate playlist. The playlist is 14,000 hours long. The playlist is the only thing I watch. The playlist is the doctrine.
12:00 Lunch. Microwave rice. Chicken breast. Broccoli. The same lunch. The same lunch is the doctrine.
12:30 Basement. Andrew Tate playlist.
17:00 Tea. My mother has made tea. The tea is on a tray. The tray is brought down to the basement by my mother. My mother has been bringing the tray down to the basement for eight years. The tray is the doctrine.
17:30 Basement. Andrew Tate playlist.
21:00 Shower. Hot shower. The hot shower is a reward for the day. The day has been a victory. The victory is the doctrine.
21:30 Bed. The bed is in the basement. The bed is the only bed I have ever had that is my own. The own is the doctrine. The doctrine is in the basement. The basement is the doctrine.
21:55 Phone. The face. The wallpaper. The last thing I see. The last thing has been the last thing since 2014. The last thing is the doctrine.
The press will read this testimony and say: this man has nothing. The press is using the press's definition of having. My definition of having is below. The below is a list. The list is the only thing I have to show the press. The press is going to have to accept the list. The accepting is the doctrine.
I have written to the man on the screen. I have written to the man on the screen seventeen times. The first letter was in 2016, when I was thirteen. The first letter said: Dear Mr Tate, I am writing to say that you have saved my life and I am going to own a Bugatti one day. I am thirteen. I live in Birmingham. The letter was sent to an email address I found on the man's website. The email address was info@cobratate.com. The email address is probably monitored by a team. The team is not the man. The team is the man's team. The man's team is the doctrine.
The man did not write back. The man did not write back because the man is the man. The man does not write to boys in basements. The man writes to the world. The man's content is the man's reply. The content is the reply to everyone. The reply to everyone is the reply to me. The reply to me is the content. The content is the doctrine.
I have written sixteen more times. The sixteen letters are in a folder on the desk. The folder is labelled: Correspondence. The folder is blue. The folder cost £1.99 from WHSmith. The folder is the most organised thing in the basement. The most-organised is the doctrine. The sixteen letters include: three birthday messages to the man (the man's birthday is December 1), two letters of support during the arrest, one letter asking whether the man remembers my first letter, four updates on my gym progress (with photographs), two letters asking for business advice, one letter asking whether the man would like to meet me if the man is ever in Birmingham, and three letters I did not finish because the not-finishing was the discipline, and the discipline was the man.
The man has not written back to any of the seventeen letters. The not-writing-back is not a rejection. The not-writing-back is the doctrine. The man has 14 million followers. The man cannot write to 14 million followers. The man can only write to the world. I am the world. The world has not received a personal reply. The not-receiving is the same not-receiving the other 14 million have not received. The same-not-receiving is the community. The community is the doctrine.
I once paid £49.99 for a personalised video from a website that said the man was on it. The website sent me a video. The video was eighteen seconds long. The video was of a man who was not the man on the screen. The man in the video said: yo, big up yourself, keep grinding brother. The man in the video was wearing a vest. The man in the video was not in Romania. The man in the video was in what appeared to be a Holiday Inn. I did not ask for a refund. The not-asking is the doctrine. The video is saved on the desktop. The desktop has the man's face as the wallpaper. The video is on the desktop next to the face. The video and the face are the only two things on the desktop. The only-two-things is the doctrine.
There was one morning. The morning was a Tuesday. The Tuesday was in March. The March was in 2026. I woke up and did not immediately look at the face. I looked at the ceiling. The ceiling is white. The white is the white my mother painted in 2017 when she said the basement needed brightening up. The brightening-up was the only renovation I have permitted. The ceiling was white. The white was empty. The empty was a feeling. The feeling was not in the videos. The feeling was not in the doctrine. The feeling was a thing I did not have a word for. The not-having-a-word is the thing the doctrine does not cover. The doctrine covers everything. The doctrine does not cover the ceiling on the Tuesday in March.
The feeling lasted four seconds. I know it was four seconds because I counted. The counting was the only discipline I had in those four seconds. The four seconds were: one — the ceiling is white. Two — I am twenty-three years old. Three — the basement is quiet. Four — I do not know why I am here.
The four was the Matrix. The four was the Matrix winning. The Matrix won for four seconds on a Tuesday in March and the winning was the worst four seconds of my life. The worst four seconds of my life were worse than the Chloe hello. The worst four seconds of my life were worse than the Dubai money running out. The worst four seconds of my life were worse than the time the man at the gym said: mate, are you alright? in a voice that was not asking about the gym. The four seconds were the worst because the four seconds were the only four seconds in twelve years in which the doctrine was not present, and the not-present was a hole, and the hole was the shape of the basement, and the shape of the basement was the shape of my life, and the shape of my life was the shape of the hole, and the hole was four seconds, and the four seconds were the Matrix.
I reached for the phone. The phone was on the floor. The face was on the phone. The face filled the hole. The filling took less than a second. The less-than-a-second was the doctrine. The doctrine filled the hole. The hole was gone. The gone is the doctrine. I have not let the Matrix win again. The not-letting is the doctrine. I have not looked at the ceiling since. The not-looking is the discipline. The discipline is the man. The man is the doctrine. The doctrine is in the basement. The basement does not have a ceiling. The ceiling is the Matrix. The Matrix is above me. The above-me is the only direction I do not look. The not-looking is the doctrine.
You are going to see the video. You are not going to know that you are going to see the video. You are going to be in the kitchen, or in the bedroom, or in the school computer room, or in the back of the car, or in the aisle of the supermarket while your mother argues with a man about the price of milk. You are going to be doing whatever it is you are doing when the Matrix has not yet got to you, and you are going to be looking at a screen, and the screen is going to show you a man's face, and the man's face is going to say the things the Matrix has not been saying, and the things the Matrix has not been saying are going to be the things you have been waiting to hear since you were five, or six, or seven, or eight, or nine, or ten, and the things the Matrix has not been saying are going to be the things that are going to save your life, and the saving is going to be the only saving, and the saving is going to last forever, and the forever is going to be in the basement, and the basement is going to be the only place the forever is going to fit, and the fitting is the doctrine, and the doctrine is the only thing the Matrix cannot take from you, because the Matrix cannot take a thing that has always been in the basement, and the always-been is the doctrine, and the doctrine is the basement, and the basement is the doctrine, and the doctrine is in you now, and you are going to be the same at twenty-three that you were at eleven, and the sameness is going to be the only thing the Matrix cannot take, and the Matrix cannot take the sameness, and the sameness is the doctrine, and the doctrine is in you, and you are in the basement, and the basement is the doctrine, and the doctrine is the basement, and the doctrine is the only thing that has ever been true, and the truth is the basement, and the basement is the truth, and the truth is the doctrine, and the doctrine is the man, and the man is the basement, and the basement is the man, and the man is the doctrine, and the doctrine is the only thing the Matrix cannot take, and the Matrix cannot take the doctrine, and the doctrine is the basement, and the basement is the doctrine.
You are welcome.
I have been writing this for six hours. My mother knocked on the basement door an hour ago and asked if I wanted tea. I said: the doctrine. She said: I'll leave it outside then. The tea is outside the door. The tea is getting cold. The cold tea is a fact. I am going to post this now. I am going to post this to the only place that will take it, which is the same place I found the man, which is a screen, which is a screen in a basement, which is where I was when I was eleven, which is where I am now, which is the same place, which is the point, which is the doctrine, which is the basement, which is the same.
You will notice, if you have read this far, that the author of this page has:
The author of this page is, in the press's definition, a loser. The author of this page is, in his own definition, a man who has never changed since he was eleven. The author of this page is, in Andrew Tate's definition, a man who has the Bugatti in his mind, and the Bugatti in his mind is the only Bugatti the man on the screen ever promised, and the only-Bugatti is the doctrine, and the doctrine is the basement, and the basement is the man, and the man is the doctrine.
You have been reading the press. You have been reading the press's reporting on the press's preferred kind of man. You have been reading the press's reporting on the press's preferred kind of relationship. You have been reading the press's reporting on the press's preferred kind of life. The press is the press. The press is not the basement. The basement is the basement. The basement is the doctrine. The doctrine is the basement. You have been reading the press, and the press has not told you about the basement, and the not-telling is the Matrix, and the Matrix is the press, and the press is the Matrix, and the Matrix cannot take the doctrine, and the doctrine is the basement, and the basement is the man, and the man is the doctrine.
Do your own research. Start with the videos. Watch them eleven times. The eleventh time is when the doctrine becomes you. The doctrine is the only thing the Matrix cannot take. The doctrine is in the basement. The basement is the doctrine. The doctrine is in you now. You are welcome.
A note on sources. The press has been reporting on Andrew Tate for years. The reader who wants to do the research can start with the BBC's continuing coverage of his criminal trial in Romania (the trial began in 2024 and is ongoing in 2026, with charges including rape, human trafficking, and forming an organised crime group), the Daily Mail's tabloid record, the four-part Vice investigation of 2022–2023, and the man's own website, which sells courses called Hustler's University and a webcam-based "girlfriend experience" service that he describes, in his own marketing copy, as "what every man deserves." The reader who wants to do the research should also read the press's own reporting on the press's own relationship to the press's own preferred kind of man, because the press is the press, and the press is the Matrix, and the Matrix is the press.