About the Bracelets

So much for a knowledgeable Manosphere. Boys on a Sneako stream say that the bracelets are “gay.” Seriously? Well, I used the word “bracelet.” Isn’t that something girls wear?

Paracord bracelets are a Survivalist tool. For those of you who have never encountered the REAL MEN of the Survivalist Movement, paracord bracelets were (and are) a practical way to keep paracord available in an emergency. Paracord is a serious tool for securing heavy weight. The paracord in a King Cobra bracelet has a “pull weight” of 550 pounds, more than the weight of the Tate brothers combined.

King Cobra bracelets for men. Delicate versions for women. Always Cobra pattern, always black and white.

In the wilderness, an emergency could call for rope strong enough to secure something such as an animal killed for food, firewood, or any number of other things, and a Survivalist would know the correct knots to keep the ropes in place.

Survivalists always have very sharp knives ready. The bracelet keeps the “rope” literally at hand (not in a backpack), and a quick slit to it with a very sharp knife releases the survival tool. If you look at the YT tutorials on paracord bracelets, you will find that it is MEN who make and wear them.

It is only more recently that lighter pull weights of paracord have become available in hobby shops, but that only means that women might wear a less manly version of these. I have provided an illustration of several versions of the Tate support bracelet, as well as specifications and ideas they represent. They could appear all over the planet overnight. Please read about them, then let me know if you have a better idea.

Tate’s supporters need to help him, not grouse about his being imprisoned. Honestly, with supporters like the guys following Sneako, Andrew Tate will rot in prison. We need a 1960s-style MOVEMENT, with symbols, intelligent analysis of what is going on, voices in the wider public forum, and organized non-violent rallies. Tate is in the jaws of the Matrix, and his supporters couldn’t organize a booze-up in a brewery.

I remember the day when all men carried sharpened pocketknives and Eagle Scouts could tie twenty types of knots from memory. Do I need to explain the significance of losing this societal norm?

I used to know a guy who, when something was needed to open a box or pry out a splinter from someone’s finger, would pat the pockets of his trousers and say, “Wait a minute, I’m a man, and I am wearing pants, so I must have a knife on me.” It was funny then. Now, it’s tragic that men are not men any more.