Editor
Holding a fat cigar between his fingers and taking a deep, ostentatious puff of smoke, Andrew Tate tells the camera: ‘Females are barely sentient.’
In his slow Estuary American drawl, and with light glinting off the top of his shaved head, Tate continues: ‘Females don’t have independent thought. They don’t come up with anything. They’re just empty vessels, waiting for someone to install the programming.’
The misogyny he…
