Andrew Tate is an Incel, apparently

How can young men sincerely believe such a statement?

Ordering drinks

Into a bar I walked. The Olympics basketball was on: Germany vs Serbia. Three men sat, eyes glued to the screen, in the corner. The bar lady and owner asked what I’d like to drink. But instead of my usual request for a wheat beer, I couldn’t resist being provoked into proselytising my views on sport, especially basketball. I tend to use these moments to talk loud enough to trigger eavesdroppers into debate or conversation. This leads to unfortunate events, especially nowadays. So, I’ve been thrown out of pubs for things like this. But, that never hinders me.

I’ll have a wheat beer. Oh, basketball is on. It’s not a sport! Do you think it’s a sport?

Yes, obviously.

Well listen to my philosophy of sport (thinking the ones in the corner played it).

The blond directed her sight towards me.

Well, do you think models are sportspeople?

No.

Well, gambling is not a sport either, is it?

No.

Well, that’s my point. Sport exists on a continuum with luck or chance one side and genetic predetermination on the other. To be a sport it must be towards the centre of the spectrum. Things at either side are not sport.

Her boss has lost interest in the conversation and begins to show some discomfort. She’s still interested, but other customers approach the bar.

So, on the left side which represents genetic pre-determination to a high degree you have beauty contests. And on the right side you have pure chance games like gambling and the lottery. Do you think these are sports?

No.

Her eyes start dancing between me and the two now at the bar. The four men haven’t shown any interest.

Well, things like bodybui….

She gave in and returned to her job, thankfully: Her boss had been walking in and out from the kitchen a few times.

I walked outside and sat in the beer garden and the boss followed me.

The beer garden

Five agitated minutes flew by. I really wanted to implant my ideas in the bar lady’s mind. I drank. Not one other drank there neither, except restlessness. Give me some brains with which to play cognitive chess. The hook-nosed ginger did not follow me out the full way neither. He must have just gone to clean tables in the other room or something. Agitation became a people watching serenity, tainted with boredom. Though, few passers-by felt my serene but bored pupiled beads press on their passing. For out came, with beer too boot, the basketball boys trigregation.

Ah, that explains why they came to watch the match. Germany played Serbia. And it wasn’t even that which they were interested in, it was more the fact that they were German supporting their team than their love for the game. Maybe that’s why they showed no interest. I’d been bashing Germans to others the day before too. What a coincidence. Boredom became restless provocative agitation again. I just had to say something.

How does it feel to be the most castrated people in Europe?

What.

Yeh, you Germans are the most castrated in the whole continent. After the second world war your country was torn to pieces and you’ve been a colony of America ever since.

Haha.

Yeah, and you can’t even do anything about it. You are scared to question anything. All your people were put through a denazification process and your country is soon over.

That process doesn’t happen anymore.

Oh yes it does.

I blurted out barrels of boisterous beer infused statements like that in the manner of a blitzkrieg. The best looking one did most of, if not all, the talking. The average looking one had been texting his girlfriend so he left. And the other one’s English lacked the level to respond fast enough but, judging by his laughter, let him listen well. The vegan got out his animal rights arguments, his arguments for feminism and so on, but my knowledge in statistics and psychology pummelled his line of thought and the one laughing at my statements obviously enjoyed my destruction of his friend’s obviously neo-liberal mind. In guerrilla warfare fashion, I switched it up a bit and moved the topic onto even more ‘controversial’ topics.

Isn’t it amazing how so many people on this earth, men and women combined, through every waking second of their lives, especially nowadays with the internet and mass global culture; imitate, like a child imitates his parents, every single little detail, or what they understand to be, every single little detail of the lives of men who were, without even a hint of a doubt… incels?

What, no way man!

Yeah it’s true.

How?

Schopenhauer, Immanuel Kant, David Hume, Isaac Newton, Nikola Tesla, Nietzsche all died virgins. These are the most influential people of our history and they were incels. Everyone thinks they are Nietzsche these days.

Haha, no way man. They weren’t incels. They didn’t hate women.

Eh! They were virgins their whole life. Of course they were incels.

I thought these people are so brainwashed by the media they think criticism of women makes you an incel so I played my queen instead of rooks.

Okay then, so what about Andrew Tate, is he an incel?

Yeah, he hates woman.

See, hahaha, I told you Germans are the most castrated people in Europe. How the hell can he be an incel? He has literally thousands of women. He’s been a pimp too and makes money off of desperate men.

Yeah, but he hates women.

So what. An incel is a virgin who wants to have sex but can’t get any. Andrew Tate has literally more sex than hundreds of men combined. How can he be an incel?

Uhh, yeah I see what you mean. But, those others aren’t incels. They don’t hate women.

Uh huhuhuh, are you serious? Have you ever read Arthur Schopenhauer’s essay on women? It’s like a manual describing all their problems and how they are the inferior sex.

They looked at each other. Oh, maybe he is an incel then, haha.

The conversation continued for a bit and segued into the types of feminism. The poor boy brainwashed by his own government was doing his best to come across as someone who knew what he was talking about, failing badly. So, they asked me more general questions about sport to change the topic and brought up my bit in the bar where I was explaining my philosophy.

Are we all secular Christian Scientists now?

They left. They had to cycle on to Estonia. It was good talking to them about my cycle around Asia too and my cycle around Europe. We had a lot in common despite their cultural conditioning.

When they left, I went over the conversation again and that perennial question of body and mind rose its ugly head again. I’ve been writing about this for so long: the problems with positive thinking, Mind Cure, New Thought and Christian Science, which are all pretty much synonymous.

A virus had been installed in their minds which allows them to interpret everything from the perspective of words alone, without action. The aforementioned religions, do the same. All is in the mind, so actions don’t really matter. It is so extreme that hundreds have died from being told that the mind can overcome physical illness. And just like that happens, here we have people literally calling a modern-day digital Casanova an incel because the media has conditioned them to believe that our minds define who we are over our actions.

And how is that any different to the way people grimace at hurty words today, or so called ‘racist’ words today attributing such bad moral character that the person describing a rapist as black or ‘Asian’ is worse than the actual raping itself?

New Thought or Secular Christian Science, promoted by the American Empire, primes people to be in this state of reality denial so much that young Germans are willing to call Andrew Tate ‘incel,’ and young university brainwashed white girls are willing to attribute worse moral character to people who use words they don’t like than to actual murderers and rapists.

(correction: Schopenhauer may not have been a virgin) But this was the real version of what was said in the pub. I had been under the impression he definitely was.