Tristan and I were the last Tate men.
Now we have double-digit sons between us.
We defeated the pending decimation of our last name, which would have come via only daughters.
We defeated fear by being professional fighters, and accepting any challenge, win or lose.
We have defeated irrelevance by becoming the most googled men on the planet, we have defeated poverty by helping thousands of young men learn how to make money online.
We have defeated evil by teaching men to stick up for themselves in a world that hates them.
As you defeat all of life’s enemies, the powerful in the shadows grow afraid. Like the Russians watching Napoleon beat the Italians. Impressed and afraid from a distance. Understanding his power, they grow nervous and prepare to somehow stop him in case they are the next target.
Damage the Tate name before they become president! Do something! They’ve defeated everything and there’s nothing in their way!
We suffer at the hands of our enemies, but in the end….
WE WIN.