Andrew Tate

You're you and you're in Florida and Florida makes a lot of sense for you.

If you were me, if you got betrayed by the British state, and you were locked up for four years in the most corrupt country in Europe, and you get free, finally, you don't get a hero's welcome, instead you get a complete clown show, and then you go to another country where you're treated...

in a completely different manner, where you're treated with a hero's welcome, where the leadership explained to you that there's too much decentralization of power in the West and that what is happening to you is always going to happen.

And they apologize for it happening.

And they thank you for being there.

And thank you for investing your money there.

And you're in an inner circle with other billionaires who share the exact same sentiment.

Would you say, ah, but I really want to live in Florida where they're desperate to put my head on a pike?

No, you'd say, enough is enough.

I'm going to live somewhere where I'm not treated like a criminal because I'm not a criminal.

For the same reason you want to live here, I can't live here.

And that breaks my heart.

When DeSantis and his girlfriend, standing on stage, holding hands, apologize to me for what they've done, I will buy a house in Miami.

But they're not going to.

They're going to continue their little shitty political careers after getting a few Twitter followers for trying to ruin my life and lock me up for no reason.

Byron Donald sold me out.

He's a bitch too.

And when all these punks want to sit around saying my name in a negative light, then keep your fucking place.

Keep it.

I'm not... What else am I supposed to do?