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The War On Coffee and Common Sense, Or More Reasons Why We Should Start Gutting Vegetarians And Vegans

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Few people in the world combine a marked distaste for evolutionary science, crippled intellects, shoddy understanding of the human body, stupid religious beliefs of which they're likely unaware, and the kind of unlikeability that would make a sleepover with Rosanne, Martin Short, and Gilbert Gottfried seem like more fun than a barrel full of monkeys like vegetarians and vegans do.  Frankly, thinking people should be avoiding vegetarians and vegans with the same assiduousness that we did leprosy or cholera years ago, but for some reason we allow them to bleat their insipid beliefs in public in spite of the fact we'd hang a beating on creationists for doing the same.  Preachy in ways you'd think only big tent revivalist preachers could be, steadfast in their total unwillingness to consider things like science or reason, and displaying the kind of smugness you only see out of shit comedians who think they're far funnier than they are, like that unfuckable bag of anti-hilarity Whitney Cummings, vegans and vegetarians ought to be exterminated with prejudice, yet we fail to do so for unknowable reasons.



That time should now be at an end, because those limp-dicked, quinoa-nibbling fucktards are the reason why coffee was considered unhealthy for the better part of 100 years, and their virulent campaign of disinformation persists even today.  So when you're standing in line to get your espresso behind some manbun-bearing dipshit in vegan, fair trade, "thrifted" clothing, kick him in the fucking spine and tell him to go stink of fucking patchouli elsewhere, because it was his kind of inescapably annoying dipshit who fucked up the coffee industry throughout the 20th century and campaigned hard to drive that delicious, caffeine-bearing elixir out of existence.


Get fucked, you broccoli-eating bitches.  Might as well say "Contains nothing useful."

"Not so!", you say?  Yeah, fucking so.  Prior to the insipid meddling of those twig-gnawing ruminant fucks in the early 20th Century, coffee was seen for what it is- a healthy liquid repast designed to uplift the consumer and improve their mood and day.  The unrelentingly psychotic anti-sex progenitors of the modern vegetarian movement, otherwise known as Seventh Day Adventists (who should be drawn and fucking quartered should you ever encounter one), decided that they should save us all from the evils of orgasms, heavy musculature, meat-consumption, chocolate, coffee, aggressiveness, winning, pride, badassery, and basically everything that has made humanity the dominant species on the planet. 

 From the descriptions of how they'd punish their kids for touching themselves, Infernal Restraints isn't too far off.

In the place of all that, these sanctimonious sacks of rancid monkey shit decided to foist breakfast cereal, graham crackers, and Postum on the world, while they resorted to putting children into bondage or chastity to keep them from masturbating to whatever the laughable version of Infernal Restraints was back then.  With girls they actually took that a step further, and would rub carbolic acid on their clits.  That's right, in John Harvey Kellogg (inventor of Corn Flakes, actually recommended in his hilariously psychotic book, Plain Facts for Old and Young:
"In females, the author has found the application of pure carbolic acid to the clitoris an excellent means of allaying the abnormal excitement, and preventing the recurrence of the practice in those whose will-power has become so weakened that the patient is unable to exercise entire self-control (296).


And when these shit-sipping frittatas weren't torturing their children, they were running around slapping hamburgers out of strangers' hands and dumping their coffee in the gutter.  Kellogg was obsessed with the control of diet and we have him to blame for the invention of breakfast cereal, which basically ruined breakfast until champion propagandist Eddie Bernays replaced with bacon and eggs.  Though reading this shit now makes you think the man should have died penniless in the gutter wearing a tinfoil hat, people actually took what said to heart.  So when he would write this insane dogshit, it stuck with people:
"3. Discard all stimulating food. Under this head must be included spices, pepper, ginger, mustard, cinnamon, cloves, essences, all condiments, pickles, etc., together with flesh food in any but moderate quantities. It is hardly to be expected that all who have been accustomed to use these articles all their lives, will discard them wholly at once, nor, perhaps, that many will ever discard them entirely; but it would be better for them to do so, nevertheless.

4. Stimulating drinks should be abstained from with still greater strictness. Wine, beer, tea, and coffee should be taken under no circumstances. The influence of coffee in stimulating the genital organs is notorious. Chocolate should be discarded also. It is recommended by some who suppose it to be harmless, being ignorant of the fact that it contains a poison practically identical with that of tea and coffee.

Hot drinks of all kinds should be avoided (302-303).
I swear I've seen that hand gesture somewhere before.

So if Kellogg was Hitler, CW Post was Goebbels (and although that's hyperbole, the Seventh Day Adventists supported the Nazi cause).  After having a couple of nervous breakdowns, Post went to Kellogg's Battle Creek Sanitarium, where that soft-headed dickbag was fully indoctrinated in Kellogg's insane plan to neuter the entire human race.  Post decided he was going to go full-tilt boogie with it and invented what seems to have been unanimously considered to be the most horrible goddamned thing anyone's ever dumped down their neck- the bran muffin-flavored drink named Postum.  As such, Post started to give them reasons to drink Postum rather than coffee- namely, he manufactured the lie that coffee stunts your growth.  This was clearly a bold-faced lie for anyone with a brain, as coffee's been considered nearly magical since it was first discovered in Ethiopia.  Among other ridiculous claims, Post relentlessly ran ads stating insane shit like:

  • "by crowding milk out of the diet of children, coffee is a cause of undernourishment. It robs children of their rosy cheek sand sparkling eyes. It lowers their vitality, lessens their resistance to disease, and hampers proper development and growth." 
  • Outright lied and stated they had a research study showing coffee brought down kids' grades.
  • "Children 'brought up' on Postum are free from the evil effects of caffeine—the habit-forming drug—in coffee and tea" (Weissman).
They seriously pushed so hard on America that Post invented a superhero who flew around protecting unsuspecting kids from coffee while they were probably so terrified of touching the groins that taking a leak sent them into hysterics.



Given that the man behind Postum also tried to convince people that Grape Nuts were both edible and cured appendicitis and that meat was made of evil, you couldn't really put anything past him.  The man would have stolen your wallet and raped babies if it would have advanced his cause.  A massive dickhead by all accounts, but the"lessons" he imparted to an entire generation regarding detriments to one's health coffee could cause have taken damn near 100 years to debunk, and you'll still hear idiots say it's unhealthy.  So, here's a handy list of health benefits you can scream at vegetarian while you're handing them a Chris Brown style beating:
  • lower incidence of various diseases including liver and colorectal cancer
  • improved energy levels
  • Improved memory, mood and cognition
  • fat loss
  • lower risk of stroke
  • improved physical performance
  • lower risk of type 2 diabetes
  • reduced chance of getting Alzheimer's disease
  • lowered risks of getting Parkinson's
  • protects against cirrhosis
  • fights depression
... and while we're at it, it does not raise the risk of heart problems (Gunnars).


So, the next time one of these no-good chai soy latte-sipping fuckwads tells you anything at all, just punch them dead in the goddamned mouth, because they'd be pissing on your leg and telling you it was raining minutes later.  Coffee is the elixir of the gods, and there's not a fucking thing a human who doesn't eat steak has to say that's worth hearing even coffee wasn't better for you than blowjobs.

Sources:
Gunnars, Kris.  13 health benefits of coffee, based on science.  Healthline.  15 June 2017.  Web.  15 Dec 2017.  https://www.healthline.com/nutrition/top-13-evidence-based-health-benefits-of-coffee

John Harvey Kellogg.  Wikipedia.  Web.  15 Dec 2017.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Harvey_Kellogg

Kellogg, John Harvey.  Plain Facts for Old and Young.  Web.  15 Dec 2017. http://web.archive.org/web/20130702215936/http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/etcbin/toccer-new2?id=KelPlai.sgm&images=images/modeng&data=/texts/english/modeng/parsed&tag=public&part=11&division=div1

CW Post.  Wikipedia. Web.  15 Dec 2017.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C._W._Post

Weissman, Jordan.  The devious ad campaign that convinced America that coffee is bad for kids.  The Atlantic.  Dec 2013.  Web.  15 Dec 2017.  https://www.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2013/12/the-devious-ad-campaign-that-convinced-america-coffee-was-bad-for-kids/282676/

Powerbuilding #3- Little Big Men Who Make You Look Like A Bitch

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Believe it or not, there used to be at least a half dozen dudes in World Gym Tucson just in the evening crew who could Behind The Neck Press 315lbs.  

Walking into a gym used to be a humbling experience.  Benny Podda-esque shit was commonplace- you might not see a half naked wild man covered in blood rip a water fountain out of the wall and toss it across the room, but there was enough wild-eyed screaming and ECA-fueled rampages throughout the gym that as a newcomer, you trod lightly.  But as you became inculcated in that community, you became more savage, more feral, more muscular, and far stronger.  There was no other option- kill or be kill, eat or be eaten.  If you were a tourist, you were treated as such, shunned and reviled by the locals as beneath contempt. 


I shit you not- I googled Barbarian Brothers and this came up.  This is the modern Fitspo era.  Fuck me running. 

Those times are long past.  In the PC, pink bitch, pussified modern era of lifting, everything is antiseptic, everyone's wearing "outfits," and people are too busy muttering ridiculous horseshit like "cucklord" and taking selfies while feigning injuries to justify their shit dog lifts to actually lift something heavy.  And if they actually do manage to lift some paltry weights, they're following some $100 cookie-cutter program designed for the lowest common denominator human, stressing deloads and rates of perceived exertion and a bunch of other jargon that serves as nothing but a screen for lazily slumping your way through workout after workout... but they certainly won't shy from posting videos of their ministrations on the internet in hopes of some half-hearted encouragement and pity from faceless strangers.


This is what everyone one of those no-fap, no porn pussies looks like to me.  And if you're in that shit, you're welcome- I put you back at Day 0.

Newsflash: if my Facebook and Instagram feeds are any indication, that shit does not work.  What does work is breaking your fucking ass inside out every day, with the goal of getting bigger and stronger, followed by massive meals and tons of protein.  Fuck choosing a specific diet, fuck choosing a specific program, fuck all of this new jack shit- you don't need that kind of "help."  What you need is to follow in the footsteps of giants so you can trace their path to brutality.  Along the way, you'll adopt the old school mindset, and all of this nicey-nice, happy-go-lucky, no fap, no honor, no integrity, no balls, pussy shit can get tossed in the dustbin of history along with every other horrible fad that has befallen the human race and retarded the evolution of humanity into true godhood.



Can you tell which one is on gear?  I sure as shit can't.  Now shut the fuck up and lift.

And before any scrawny, Smiegel-looking, basement-dwelling pussies come swooping out of the rafters screeching about PEDS, bear in mind the Barbarian Brothers trained together doing the same fucking program day in and day out, and only one of them was gassed up.  Stop making fucking excuses.  Don't be a fucking pussy.  It's time to start chokeslamming these excuse-making fucktards in the parking lot outside the gym for even mentioning gear- if you use it, fine, if you don't, fine.  Either way, KEEP YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT ABOUT IT.

Now, onto more programs that have made people brutally strong and jacked.



Danny "The Giant Killer" Padilla
At his heaviest, the 5'2" Giant Killer was 190lbs.  Although I realize a shredded 190 lb near-midget will still bring about screams of "Manlet" from Cheetos-dust-filled basements around the country, Padilla outlifted just about everyone you know.  He trained six days a week with massive volume and extremely short rests and has been caught on video squatting 405 for sets of twelve weighing under 190, and benched 450 when he was closer to 180 lbs. 


"I've got your manlet right here, bitch." - Danny Padilla

Padilla gave no fucks about programming or overtraining- he just bombed into the gym like a miniature Godzilla and wrecked shit.  Most of the year, Padilla would train 4 to 6 days a week, but he didn't get too panicky about missing training days.  If he missed one, he'd just pick up where he left off and continue forward like Marshawn Lynch on the goal line.  His split really never changed- he'd train chest and back on day one, shoulders and arms on day two, and legs on day three, then repeat.  He didn't wave load, use periodization, check the position of the stars, phone a friend, ask Facebook, or do any other stupid shit to tell him when to add weight to the bar, either.  Knowing that such things are more fucking retarded than the guy with the giant dent in his head that stocks the soup at the local supermarket, Padilla would just add ten pounds to the bar whenever his five sets of twelve got too easy, and then would use that weight as his working weight for successive workouts,  Keeping his rest periods to 60 seconds or less, Padilla was a fucking Tazmanian Devil in the gym, finishing a workout of two to three exercises with five sets of twelve in just over an hour (in the spirit of other training luminaries like Vince Gironda).  His offseason program looked thusly:



Chest and Back
Bench Press- 5x12 (with 2-3 warmup sets, rather than the umpteen warmup sets currently in vogue these days)
Incline Bench- 5x12
Flys- 5x12
Dumbell Pullovers- 5x12
Chins- 5x12
Bent Barbell Rows- 5x12
Cable Pulldowns- 5x12
(once a week) Deadlifts- 5x12

Shoulders and Arms
Seated Military Press-5x12 (supersetted with cable laterals)
Cable Laterals- 5x12

Rear Laterals; 5x12
Front Raises or Upright Rows- 5x12
Dumbbell Curls- 5x12
Barbell Curls- 5x12
Concentration Curls or Preacher Curls- 5x8
Lying Triceps Extensions- 5x12
Seated Overhead EZ Bar Extensions- 5x12
Pushdowns / One Arm Dumbbell Overhead Extensions- 5x12

Legs and Abs
Leg Extensions- 5x12
Squats- 5x12
Leg Presses- 5x12
Lying Leg Curls- 5x12
Standing Leg Curls- 5x12
Standing Calf Raises- 5x12
Donkey Calf Raises- 5x15
Seated Calf Raises- 5x15

Crunches or Leg Raises- 5x20

No calculations, no spreadsheets, no fucking coach, and no bullshit.  Using nothing more than a simple exercise, set and rep scheme, Padilla was able get strong enough to make just about anybody look like a punk bitch lifting next to him, with a physique that probably got him more pussy than Wilt Chamberlain.  Food for thought.


I will mentally facefuck your preconceived notions about the utility of bodybuilding out of you.



Rich Gaspari
Few bodybuilders seem to arouse the weird, impotent enmity of messageboard warriors like Rich Gaspari, the Dragon Slayer.  At the age of 50, Gaspari could bench 225 for 25 reps and could rock front raises with the 100s (much to the bizarre chagrin of the weaksauce and bitch-made messageboard warriors who profess to train), but in his prime Gaspari was squatting just under 700 lbs and deadlifting 495 for 12 at a bodyweight of around 215lbs.   Not too shabby for a guy who was known for being ultra-shredded rather than a monster in the weight room... though he'd trash just about anybody you could put him up against at his bodyweight in the gym today.



Not a fan of the ultra-high rep shit that was in vogue when Gaspari competed, he preferred to train like a goddamned maniac with ultra heavy weights, low reps (even precontest), twice a day, 6 days a week.  His approach was simple- lift weights until his fucking eyes bled with less fucks given than John Wayne Gacy at a children's birthday party, low calorie diet and everyone else be damned.  The man tore through weights like a cruel condom through a gay man's sphincter, and his physique reflected that.  Grainier than a block of granite and harder than a diamond in an ice storm, Gaspari was a fucking beast.  Here's how he did it.  [SPOILER ALERT: He didn't have a coach, a team, a program, conjugate periodization, prehab, Rumble Rollers, or any of the other unnecessary bullshit everyone seems to think is indispensable these days, because all of that shit is extraneous nonsense that only slack-jawed pussies need, and their reliance on such things is a virtual guarantee they will never achieve greatness.]



Day One
AM Workout
Calves
Donkey Calf Raises- 5x15 (with two people on his back and a dip belt.  He'd do a drop set where he'd have one guy jump off, then the second, then drop the dip belt)
Seated Calf Raise- 5x15 (last set was a triple drop set)

Chest (last sets all done to failure)
Incline Dumbbell Press- 5x8-12
Incline Flyes- 4x8-12
Barbell Bench Press- 4x6-10 (drop set on the last set)
Dumbbell Flyes / Pec Deck- 4x10-12
Weighted Dips- 3x10
Cable Crossovers — 3 10-12

Abdominals
Lying Crunches- 4x50
Hanging Leg Raises- 4x50
Twisting Cable Crunches 3x50

Cardio (followed by posing practice)

Day One
PM Workout
Arms (Superset Triceps and Biceps)
Pushdowns supersetted with Incline Dumbbell Curls- 4x10-12
Skullcrushers supersetted with Seated EZ Preacher Curls- 4x10-12
Seated French Curls supersetted with Rope Pushdowns- 4x10-12
Kickbacks supersetted with Dumbbell Concentration Curls- 3x10-12

One hour of posing

Day Two
AM Workout
Back (from his '88 season, with his training weights)
Front Pulldowns- 3x10-12 reps, 250 lbs max weight
Reverse-Grip Pulldowns- 3x10-12 reps, 220 lbs max weight
Seated Cable Rows- 3x10-12 reps, 300 lbs max weight
One-Arm Dumbbell Rows- 3x10-12 reps, 200 lbs max weight
Barbell Rows- 4x10-12 reps, 365 lbs max weight
Deadlifts- 3x10-12 reps, 495 lbs max weight
Back Extensions- 3x12-15 reps, 45 lbs max weight

Abdominals- Same as day one
 
Cardio


 
Note the utter lack of training journals, percentage tables, or other useless accoutrements of the modern trainee.

Day Two
PM Workout

Shoulders
Arnold Presses- 5x6-10 (drop set on last set)
Seated or Standing Side Laterals- 5x10-12 (drop set on last set)
Standing Upright Rows supersetted with Two-Arm Cable Side Laterals- 3x12
Standing Front Dumbbell Laterals- 3x10
Bent Over Dumbbell Laterals- 4x10-12
Behind the Neck Shrugs- 5x10-12

One hour of posing

Day 3
AM Workout
Legs
Leg Extensions- 5x12-15 (have partner push down to make the negative phase more difficult)
45-Degree Leg Press- 5x15
Hack Squats supersetted with Sissy Squats- 5x15
Walking Lunges / Reverse Lunges on a Smith Machine- 5x15
Lying Leg Curls — 5x12-15
Stiff-Legged Deadlifts — 4-5x15

No cardio or posing after leg training

Day 3
PM Workout
Calf Training same as Day One

Abdominal Training same as Day One





So there you have it- a veritable roadmap for getting strong and, and it likely in no way resembles the techniques of the modern trainee.  As I know that there is an oncoming rush of whining out Redditors about gatekeeping, cuckolds, betas, and whatever the fuck other nonsensical and bizarrely misunderstood terms are in vogue to spew online these days, consider the following from an interview with the incredibly, strong, jacked, and mentally unstable 1980s bodybuilder Mike Quinn:

"To sum it up, bodybuilding in the eighties was awesome and the [modern era was] a huge disappointment. In the eighties, your training was the most important thing, then came diet, and the drugs were a distant third. That hierarchy seems to have reversed itself since then. Now kids will come up to me and their first question is usually how much I bench. Right after that they want to know what steroids I use. It's so pathetic."
Clearly, it's not just me who thinks that the modern trainee is bitch-made.  Ditch your program.  Dump your coach.  Forget about whatever the fuck Pubmed bullshit is in vogue these days.  If you want to know what works, you simply have to look at the pre-internet era, when people relied on their balls and their brains to get jacked as fuck, rather than nameless online dickheads with less knowledge about training than your average housewife, but a fuckload of opinions about it.  What matters is your mentality- the execution will follow.  

Just get out there and make it fucking happen.

Sources:
Danny Padilla Workout.  Musclenet.  Web.  23 Dec 2017.  http://www.musclenet.com/danny-padilla-workout.html


Mielke, Myron.  Rich Gaspari The Dragon Slayer.  I'm A Bodybuilder.  Web.  22 Feb 2015.  http://www.imabodybuilder.com/gaspari.html

Merritt, Gerg.  Hardcore Contender - Rich Gaspari.  Flex Online.  Web.  22 Feb 2015.  http://www.flexonline.com/training/hardcore-contender-rich-gaspari#sthash.2hgmkyR9.dpuf

Merritt, Greg.  Rated hardcore.  Flex Online.  Web.  22 Feb 2015.  http://www.flexonline.com/training/rated-hardcore

T Nation.  The black sheep of bodybuilding: an interview with Mike Quinn.  T Nation.  26 Mar 2004.  Web.  23 Dec 2017.  https://www.t-nation.com/pharma/black-sheep-of-bodybuilding

Dieting And Training On A Slave Budget, Part II- My Tried And True Methods

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It seems of late that people have gotten extremely busy complicating something that is extremely simple- getting big and strong.  Idiots clad in day-glo spandex and in all manner of wraps, belts, and shoes populate every squat rack across the land, endlessly yammering on about their newest highly vaunted cookie-cutter online program, talking everyone's fucking ear off about the intricacies of their diets and generally doing nothing useful whatsoever.  Resigned to mediocrity or sub-mediocrity, these vapid consumerists consider themselves an essential part of a community that they clearly misunderstand, because strength training is not about how much money you spend- it's about how much heart, balls, hate, aggression, and self-motivation you apply in direct opposition to gravity and mass.  It's not about allowing people you don't know to dominate your bank account, because this community isn't filled with sexy-ass Findommes (Finanacial Dominatrixes) talking shit to pussies to separate them from their money.  Well, upon reflection I suppose it is, though the Findommes in strength sports are generally fat, hairy guys running gear companies that aren't particularly aesthetically appealing.  In any event, it doesn't have to be that way- it can and is much, much simpler than a cursory examination of the conversations on any message board might otherwise indicate.


I can't recall if I got this from Rogue, a sexual findomme, or some other strength equipment company.  Amusingly, it works equally well for all of them, though.

As we've seen in the previous installment of this series, people in the distant past and in modern correctional facilities have figured out ways to build massive amounts of muscle and strength without the benefits of modern technology, complicated programming, expensive gear or supplements, or really any of the things people today seem to think are indispensable.  For fuck's sake, it was only with modern medicine, modern training facilities, the ability to do nothing but eat and train as a vocation, and modern convenience that Halfthor Bjornsson was able to break a thousand year old record set by legendary Viking Olm Storulfsson. carrying a 32-foot, 1,433 pound log two steps further than Storulfsson could before his back snapped and he died.  If that's not significant to you, you must be busy in the back of the gym eating paste while wearing your helmet and your bib backwards- never fear, though, because they have powerlifting in the Special Olympics to accommodate people of your intellectual caliber.


If you do these, pretend I'm there as your high school wrestling coach screaming "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF YOUR LEGS, YOU PUSSIES!"  Seriously.  Keep your fucking hands off your legs.

In my life I have had to do more with far less a couple of times, and while these times were highly annoying, they taught me a great deal.  During the majority of these periods I had unfettered access to some kind of gym, which should be first on your list of priorities.  As I've mentioned in past articles, you can do a hell of a lot with bodyweight work, and I managed to maintain a 500lb squat in jail without weights simply by doing a metric fuckton of Crossfit's favorite "time-waster," wall sits.  I've read some hilariously misguided posts about the uselessness of wall sits on social media, but like anything else, if you go hard enough with them, you will see results.  While in jail I would read while walking.  I would walk 100 yards, do a two minute wall sit, and repeat... for extended periods of time.  Over the course of 7 months I was able to maintain a fairly lean 195 lbs using nothing (for 5 of those months)- I got to lift 3x a week for two months) but dips, pullups, wall sits, the TRX-style movements I detailed here, and following the diet I'm about to outline.


Could be chicken a la king... or regurgitated chicken a la king.  I doubt they taste significantly different enough to label correctly.

As I've mentioned previously, the food served in correctional facilities is not sufficient to fuel training- it's barely sufficient to sustain life. Certainly, moves can be made- I was trading all kinds of shit to get extra milks, extra turkey ham (which is vile, but it's protein), and extra trays.  Even with that, I think the most protein I managed to get in a day from jail food alone was 100 grams.  As such, I started supplementing with summer sausage and ramen noodles three times a day, on which I spent about $10 a day and which netted me another 100 or so grams of protein more.  Was it "quality protein"?  Fuck no, but I was still moving decent weight when I finally got access to the gym, and I held onto a tremendous amount of muscle.


You might wonder how Pauly Shore rocked better shoulder development in the 90s than half of Reddit's r/weightroom, and I'd say the answer is "cocaine is a hell of a drug" (Mello).

The key, which might seem obvious but was hitherto mysterious to me because of my obsession with maintaining extremely low bodyfat year round, is to keep your calories high and your workload higher than Pauly Shore on vacation in Columbia.  When I'm not trapped in a concrete box, bored out of my fucking mind, and extremely limited on my food choices, I tend to focus almost to the exclusion of everything else on protein, which will work to an extent and then fail to take you to the mountaintop of hugeness.  Judging by the emails and IMs I get, many of you reading this fall into this trap- you focus entirely on getting 1.5-2g of protein per pound of bodyweight and think that's all you need.  After a year of eating 6 meals of 30-50g of protein a day and virtually nothing else, your bodyweight stalls out at 150 lbs, you wonder why you're not getting stronger, and you message me with questions about why you can't make any progress... but if you just took a second to look at your diet, you'd see that it's barely sufficient for a 13 year old girl who goes to Gymboree three times a fucking week.



This just in, guys- the only people making significant gains on 2000 calories a day are small children, burn victims, midgets, and people suffering from wasting diseases.  You might as well not even train if your goal is to gain strength and mass on so few calories.  In the day-glo, post-apocalyptic wasteland of the modern gym, you can look like fucking Rictus Erectus among the wraps and straps and bands and matchy-matchy Lulu Lemon-clad Instagram superstars if you simply eat your face off and stick to heavy fucking weights for a few months.  Seriously- it's never been easier to look like a fucking monster in the gym than now due to the remarkably low standards pervading every gym on the planet, so now's the time to buck the fuck up and set off on your own journey to one day stalk through the crowds of "weight lifting" idiots in the gym like you're a ripshit-pissed Jason Voorhees in a recently reopened Camp Crystal Lake.


Wife material.

So the above example of a Viking who couldn't be outlifted until a 400+ pound man mountain did it with every advantage of the modern professional athlete.  When he set that record, did it on an ancient diet without the benefit of refrigeration (though storing meat in lake water apparently keeps it from spoiling).  That means it was not all that easy to get the nutrition you need to become super strong back in the day.  Modern farming methods are mostly horrible, but they can churn out some fucking calories like they're sperm on the face of a chick in a throatfucking vid.  One benefit of factory farming that is super cheap but most lifters never use is 80% lean beef.  It's cheap as shit but fattier than Honey Boo Boos awful shitheap of a mom.  Fun fact though- if you cook and blot a pound of 80% lean ground beef you completely eliminate the need to buy the more expensive 90% lean ground beef.
“Cooking and draining ground beef significantly reduces fat and calorie content, as shown in the table below, which compiles data from the U.S. Department of Agriculture’s Nutrient Database* and Iowa State University’s research** published in the Journal of the American Dietetic Association. During cooking, both moisture and fat content decrease within the meat. On average, 4 ounces of lean raw ground beef becomes 3 ounces (about 85 grams) of cooked meat" (Garden-Robinson).
Check out the nutrition info on different meats:

So, using this knowledge and $100-$150 a week, you can eat your face off, have a very well-rounded diet, and fuel your gains.  As I've written at very great length, I despise bland foods.  Thus, this staple for me in lean weeks when cash is crazy short, it the Mexican staple of beans and rich, with the addition of ground beef.  You can change the flavors to suit your personal tastes, but this just gives you an idea of how cheaply you can eat big.  



Poorer than that?  Well, if you can stand chicken thighs (I fucking hate them outside of a Chipotle burrito bowl), you can still bulk like an ancient Viking badass ten or twelve bucks a day.



One last protip for channeling your inner Olm Storulfsson- ditch that shit about "ego lifting" and go fucking nuts.  Do you think he was whining about how lifting for your ego did nothing for your strength or gains, or do you think he got crazy strong by having drunken strongman competitions every night?  Somehow I don't think he was worried about his 7 rep max- he was worried about outlifting the other guys every goddamned day, just like the old German strongmen a few hundred years later.

Now get your head out of your ass and go get strong and big to the point that normal dudes just whip their nuts out and cut them off when you lumber past.

Sources:
Garden-Robinson, Julie.  Does draining fat from meat make it leaner?  Best Food Facts.  https://www.bestfoodfacts.org/lean-to-fat-ratio/

Mello NK, Mendelson JH, Negus SS, Kelly M, Knudson I, Roth ME.  The effects of cocaine on gonadal steroid hormones and LH in male and female rhesus monkeys.  Neuropsychopharmacology. 2004 Nov;29(11):2024-34.

You're STILL Doing Fucking Lateral Raises?

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In this blog, I detailed the myriad marvelous means by which one can improve their mental and physical strength with the grand poohbah of upper body lifts- the Behind The Neck Push Press.  Well, fuckers, I've got another exercise for you to try, and it's another one for the fucking record books.

Behold the awesome might of the Partial Overhead Squat.


The form on these will be a bit tricky when you first start.  As you can see in the video, I usually have difficulty finding my mark right out the gate.  The setup, however, generally goes like this- line up the way you would for a squat, making sure that your legs are evenly spaced, slightly wider than shoulder width after you duck under it.  Then, straighten your arms as you squat deeper, locking them out fully, and stand up, pushing your head forward as you do so.  Like most lifts, this isn't fucking brain surgery, and chance of injury is basically nil due to the use of the rack.

Once you find your groove, however, this movement gets fun, and interesting, in a fucking hurry.  Additionally, I find moving the pins from set to set to add an extra level of difficulty, and makes it a bit more fun on days when you just feel like hammering away on a single exercise all day long.

For me, this exercise arose out of doing ancillary work for the BTN push press.  I had been doing BTN lockouts in the rack, and found that as I got tired and the weight was heavy, I'd start doing what amounted to and OH squat lockout.  These were initially tremendously difficult, but I saw massive crossover for all overhead pressing movements, in addition to extra squat work.  Having made this discovery, I started working on this exercise, specifically, one a week.  Since doing so, I've noticed a dramatic increase in my comfort and skill at fully locking out and holding my BTN push presses, and have seen gradual rise in my BTN press overall weights, as well.


Why not just do the full overhead squat?  Frankly, because I don't see the point.  Clearly, I'm not a grunting, Tapout-ensconced, mouthbreathing retard, but I'm not much of a natural athlete, either.  My balance and flexibility suck, and I've always achieved any success in athletics through wild-eyed aggression and general effort, rather than natural skill.  As such, I'm wholly unsuited to something like the OH squat, which is only a hell of an exercise if you're flexible enough, and have the requisite balance to do it.  As I've not neither, and my OH squat weights are so much lower than my front and back squat weights, I've never seen the point in doing them.  It's be like doing one armed bench presses while balancing a spinning teacup on my nose.  Would it be hard?  Hell yes.  Would I ever fucking do it?  Maybe if I were going to consider thinking about doing Hercules curls supersetted with leg extensions and wanted something to occupy my time while doing so.

Should you feel it necessary to attempt full OH squats, have at it.  Personally, I'm going to continue compounding my ridiculous brute strength to no flexibility ratio and leave the full squats to Olympic weightlifters and chicks with awesome asses. 


Winter Is Upon Us, So MOAR STEW-ROIDS

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I'd sort of abandoned this series, thinking there was no place to go with it, but that's about as sensible as the Christians' collective spazzing about the "War On Christmas" they allege Starbucks is waging with their redesigned holiday cups.  One can have too much stew like one can have too many blowjobs- the shit just isn't fucking possible.  Moreover, I've not even delved into hearty soups, which is partly where I'm going with this, as I didn't even know the actual difference between a soup and a stew until googling it.  Apparently, the difference is mostly theoretical.  According to "Taste of Home":
What's the difference between soup and stew? In theory, a soup is a combination of vegetables, meat or fish cooked in liquid. A stew is any dish that's prepared by stewing - that is, the food is barely covered with liquid and simmered for a long time in a covered pot.


In short, they're pretty much the same fucking thing.  Meat and vegetables in a broth, with all of the deliciousness and nutrition you can possibly pack into them.  They're both easy as all hell to make, they're endlessly modifiable, they warm you up on cold days, and they can be fucking crucial for bulking diets jest because they add an easy-to-digest calorie bomb to any meal or serve as a meal in and of themselves.  Ori Hofmekler loves the holy hell out of soups and stews, and his diet, the Warrior Diet, revolves around them because they're what the ancient Romans lived on.
"I'm a big believer in soups and stews, not just in cold seasons, but even in warm weather.  I think having veggies and soup is one of the best ways to start a meal.  Hearty vegetable soups and stews, where everything is cooked together- often veggies, roots, meats or seafood, and whole grains- have a great advantage in that many tastes, textures, and aromas combine in one hot, hearty meal.  This thousands-of-years-old-tradition is extremely good for your satiety" (Hofmekler 69).
If you're an American male, it's likely veggies are noticeably absent from your diet, so it probably makes sense to add soups and stews to your diet just to ensure you don't contract cancer at age 40or end up with some horrible nutrient deficiency.  That's not to say that you necessarily will have either of those things happen if you subsist on a diet of naught but meat, but it makes sense to hedge your bets when you can... especially when doing so is fucking delicious.

Split Pea Soup

I have no idea why it became a fad to eat peas in the Roman Republican era, but for some reason, Romans thought peas were the unadulterated shit.  They ate them like Michael Moore eats doughnuts, and peas soup was so popular that the comic playwright Aristophanes mentioned it in his bizarrely themed play The Birds, and street vendors all over the Republic sold hot pea soup (Pease).  You might be thinking to yourself that hot pea soup is a pretty fucking stupid thing to try to eat while walking, and I'd have to agree with you... especially when you're busy tripping over the bedsheet you wrapped around yourself in an idiotic attempt to clothe yourself according to Roman fashion.  Nevertheless, pea soup was a cornerstone of the Roman diet, and fueled the Roman army to victory first over the Etruscans, and later over the rest of the world.


I've no idea how the fuck the Romans made their soup, but it's entirely possible they made it the way I make it- in a clay pot.  Clay pots are awesome for beans (peas are legumes) because for some reason the beans get a kind of velvety feel when cooked in a clay pot.  If you don't have one, I highly recommend Romertopf- that's what I use in my pea soup.  No matter how you cook it, whether it be in a crock pot, a clay pot, or a regular pot, split pea soup is badass both from a taste standpoint and a nutritional standpoint- even without meat in it, pea soup has 8 grams of protein per cup.  No meat, you say?  Fuck all that shit- my dad imparted to me long ago that the best way to make split pea soup is with smoked pork, both bones and meat.  Using smoked pork gives off salt, which enhances the flavor, and the marrow from the bones adds both nutrition and flavor.  It does, however, add an extra step- making the broth.  That's really not all that hard, however, so I'll just throw it in with the rest of the soup and let you guys have the fuck at it.

Ingredients

8 cups water
1 large ham bone
2 cups dried split green peas
2 large carrots, peeled and diced small
1 medium onion, halved
6 large garlic cloves
2 large celery ribs, include leaves, chop small
1 large bay leaf
2 beef bouillon cubes
1 teaspoon salt
1⁄4 teaspoon black peppercorns, crushed
1 pinch dried thyme
1/4 teaspoon ground cardamom

Directions

Dump the peas into a soaked 4-quart clay pot (you're always supposed to soak clay pots before using them).  On the stove, bring your water to a boil, add everything but the peas and garlic, then reduce to a simmer and cook for 1 - 1 1/2 hours, stirring occasionally.  After 60-90 minutes, use a slotted spoon to remove all of the solids from your broth, remove the ham bone,and cut off any remaining ham into bite size pieces.  If there are any big chunks of ham floating around, dice those, too, and add them to the peas in the clay pot.  Dump in your broth, add the garlic, and.put the clay pot in a cold oven.  Once that's done, set the oven temperature to 450 °F and cook for an hour to an hour and a half, stirring occasionally to check the consistency- the peas should be soft and mushy.  After that, you just season to taste with pepper.

I generally eat split pea soup with buttered french bread- for some reason the two go together in my mind.  Additionally, if you're bulking, you'll want the extra calories anyway.


Marha Pörkölt – Hungarian Beef Paprika Stew

If you're not familiar with what badasses the Hungarians are, you've not been paying attention.  Hungary is literally littered with statues of Attila the Hun, as the people who founded Hungary, the Magyars, were horse nomads who joined the Hunnic confederation when the Huns swept into Europe.  Consummate badasses in their own right, the Magyars regularly raided the neighboring Slavs and shared a culture with the cannibalistic murder-machines the Scythians and the Sarmatians.  What fueled their endless raiding, slaughter, and general awesomeness?  Stew, of course.   The following recipe literally translates to "beef stew", as the Hungarians are apparently unconcerned with nomenclature because they're too busy being violent badasses.  This stew is no joke.


Ingredients

2 tbsp vegetable oil
1 large onion, minced
1 large garlic clove, minced
1/2 medium green bell pepper, chopped
1 lb. beef stew meat
2 tbsp paprika
1 tsp caraway seeds
1 large tomato, cored and chopped
Salt and black pepper to taste
1 tbsp chopped fresh parsley for garnish (optional)

Directions

In a large saute pan, heat vegetable oil over medium, and if you're using olive oil, make sure it's regular olive oil rather than extra virgin, because extra virgin burns ridiculously easily. Add the minced onion and saute for about 8 minutes, when the onions should be softened.  Add the garlic and green bell pepper and continue to saute for another 5 minutes till garlic is fragrant and bell pepper is tender-crisp.  Add the beef to the pan and season lightly with salt and pepper. Cook for 5-6 more minutes, stirring twice, till meat is browned.  Sprinkle paprika and caraway seeds evenly across the top of the meat. Add diced tomatoes to the pan. Pour 4-5 cups of hot water into the pan, till the meat is almost covered. Stir and bring to a boil.  Reduce heat to a simmer and cover to pan. Let the mixture simmer slowly for about 90-100 minutes, replenishing the water as needed to keep it from getting dry.

The stew is ready when the meat is fork tender and the sauce is thick. Season with additional salt and pepper to taste before serving, if desired.  Because we're all about the permabulk over the winter, I recommend that you eat this over some sort of starchy carbohydrate, like rice or noodles.  I'll hit you with a recipe for herbed noodles in a second, but before I do so, you guys need to know about the hot pepper paste Hungarians put on everything- Erős Pista.  This stuff tastes as badass as can be, is an awesome condiment for this stew, and is easy as hell to make.


Erős Pista

Ingredients

Red spicy peppers
Red sweet peppers
Salt
The ratio of spicy to sweet peppers is to taste, but a 1:10 ratio (1 sweet pepper for every 10 spicy peppers) seems to work best.

Directions

Wash the peppers and remove the stem.  Process the peppers in a food processor or grinder.  Add 2 tbsp of salt per 5 ozof ground peppers.  Place in jars that have been washed and thoroughly dried.


Herbed Egg Noodles

Ingredients

Kosher salt
12oz wide egg noodles
1 cup fresh Italian parsley, minced
1/2 cup fresh basil leaves, minced
2 tbsp fresh chives, minced
2 tbsp butter
2tbsp extra-virgin olive oil

Directions

Bring a stockpot of salted water to a boil.  Drop in the noodles and cook according to the directions on the package.  While all of that is going on, stir together the green stuff.  When the noodles are done, strain them, toss in the butter and oil, and return the noodles to the pot (with no heat).  Toss the noodles until the're coated in butter and oil, then season with salt and stir in your herbs.  BOOM- you've got un-boring noodles to throw your stew onto.

Next time you're in Starbucks, don't forget this.

So, there you have it- a couple of new recipes to try out while I finish up a couple of new training articles and test more hearty soup recipes.  Also in the works are a new series on meat pies that will contain entirely home-gown recipes that I'll be doing in collaboration with the owner of Bello Foods, a startup specializing in pizza and cheesecake that won't tear up the digestive tracts of people with sundry shit-your-pants style GI diseases.  That series will ultimately culminate in a cookbook- yup, a motherfucking Chaos and Pain cookbook.  So, there's a bunch of cool shit in the works and the articles should start coming fast and furious again.

Until that day, motherfuckers.

If you didn't like the recipe for Erős Pista, there's always this.

Sources:
Hofmekler, Ori.  The Warrior Diet.  St Paul:  Dragon Door Publications, 2003.

Vegetarians in Paradise.  Pease Porridge Hot, Pease Porridge Cold.  Web.  11 Nov 2015.  http://www.vegparadise.com/highestperch52.html

Baddest Motherfuckers Ever- Mac Batchelor

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How many people do you think you've met with measurements even close to 6’ 1½ ", 300-330 lbs, 20" neck, 19¼" arms, 52½” chest, and a 19" calf?  I'll tell you how many- maybe one.  Offhand, the only person of whom I can think who had these cold measurements was legendary strongman, Olympic weightlifter, strongman, and stand-in for Godzilla otherwise known as Mark Henry.   Having met him a couple of times, I can tell you that shaking hands with Mark Henry is like shaking hands with a Transformer wearing a double-size Predator mask and boasting hands so big they make a catcher's mitt look like a small child's mitten.  You know, he is the sort of man who has the physical presence of a literal mountain- the dude left more of an impression on me than the Grand Canyon had a few years earlier.  So, the fact that Mac Batchelor was similarly sized to our version of a modern day Colossus in an era that food rationing was in effect is nearly unbelievably, but that's hardly the most insane thing Batchelor pulled off in his life.


This level of finger strength is completely unthinkable to me. 

If you've never heard of the guy, and I know I hadn't, that's a motherfucking shame.  No athlete of which I know this side of the legendary Greek wrestler and bovine-lover Milo had a career like Batchelor, who never lost an arm wrestling match in 25 years (1931-1956).  He never turned down a match, whether he was so drunk he was pissing down his own leg, had just lifted for four hours, was at a funeral, or was in the middle of banging some sloot- Mac Batchelor fucked up all comers for 25 years like he was Mike Tyson with a fistful of Viagra backstage at the Ms. America pageant.  That's right- unlike almost any other athlete of whom you've ever heard, save for champion jogger and alleged boxer Floyd Mayweather and a couple of other boxers, "Ian “Mac” Batchelor, who retired at the age of fifty after having taken on all comers night after night and decade after decade at his bar, playing right hand or left seated or standing, open hand or thumblock, sick or well, tired or fresh, drunk or sober, [straightened] the arm of every man he met" and was generally the type of man-monster about whom you only hear in myths and legends about superhumans from the mists of history (Todd).



As a bartender, Mac Batchelor had a hell of a lot of time to apply product to his mustache and to practice mangling beer bottle caps... and not the new-school aluminum twist off types, but old school, manlier-than-shirtless-Reg-Park-wrestling-a-drunken-Russian-bear-for-a-steak steel bottlecaps.  To say he was a monster4 in the grip department is like saying I'd kind like to punch that stupid bitch Sia out of her shoes for thinking she's clever for walking around in public with a paper bag on her head.  Mac could pinch grip 80 lb plates with no lip in each hand and walk 30 feet, and could pinch grip a 165 lb plate with one hand.  As if that wasn't enough, he could simultaneously crush 3 bottlecaps silultaneously, one in between each finger on his right hand.  He could also crush a bottlecap between his thumb and forefinger with his fingers held straight.


Seriously, the shit this man could do with his hands makes the stories about Paul Bunyan seem plausible.
"Mac could bend every standard spike into a “U” shape – 60, 80, 100 and 120. He could muscle out a 12 pound sledge hammer, 30 inch long handle, by grasping the end of the handle. He could hook his middle finger into the hole of an 80 pound barbell plate and do a one-arm curl. 
Dude drank two cases of beer a day and an unspecified but not inconsiderable number of shots of whiskey.
While weighing 300 pounds Mac could hang on to a vertical climbing rope with one hand, WITH HIS THUMB UNLOCKED. He could grasp a large 2 or 2½ foot high wine bottle at the tip or neck and then work the bottle upward by working the fingers downward. THE BOTTLE WAS FILLED WITH LEAD SHOT. He could pinch grip a beer bottle with both thumb holding the lip of the bottle so that it was parallel to the bar" (Boff).

Who fucking cares about that shit, right?  No one's ever heard of a grip specialist dominating a "real" strength sport... except for the fact that Big Mac wasn't just a grip specialist- he was just all-round fucking strong.  Beast mode when he entered the gym was for light days- most days he seemes to have been stuck on Godzilla mode, smashing everything around him and causing all of the little people around him to run away screaming in terror.  On a few occasions, Mac did a backlift of 3,000 lbs at a bodyweight of 275, just for shits and giggles.  In true Viking-style form, Mac once shouldered a 40 foot long telephone pole weighing seven to eight hundred pounds and walked over 300 feet with it- it might be half the weight of the ship's mast that killed the legendary Viking Orm Storulfsson, but it was longer and Mac practically went for a jog with the fucking thing.  Later that year, Mac picked up a horse on a movie set and carried it on his back for 20 feet before climbing the world's sturdiest 16 foot ladder with it on it's back.  Why anyone would attempt to carry a 700 lb live animal 16 feet into the air is a mystery we may never solve, but it seems clear that the number of fucks Mac gave about gravity was inversely proportional to the amount of awesome in his mustache.



Big Mac's training was an interesting mix of bartending, powerlifting, and Diesel Crew shit.  All day long at his bar, he'd be casually bending beer and whiskey bottle caps while smiling like a lunatic, twisting his mustache like a cartoon evildoer, and slamming shots and beers.  Afterward, he'd hit his badass little home gym that looked to be equal parts medieval torture devices and old timey powerlifting apparatus.  Two days a week, he'd do straight powerlifting work.  Given that all of the training at that time was more volume heavy than a chick's conditioner commercial, it stands to reason that a guy who would bend bottlecaps for eight hours a day would be all about some crazy intense, longer-than-a-well-hung-midget's-dick workouts involving a fuckton of compound movements with low reps and not much else.

Round backed and stiff legged double overhand 651lb deadlift at age 36 after beating the breaks off everyone in the meet at the three Olympic lifts.  Yeah, you are not training hard enough.

To give you some idea of how Batchelor might have trained at this time, here is a synopsis of how a beast of a 181lb proto-powerlifter trained in that era- Bob Peoples.  The first 181lber to deadlift over 600lbs, Peoples utilized what was then standard for powerlifting training.
1.) Warm up with light or medium weight to warm muscles and joints.
2,) Dead Lift
3.) Deep Knee Bend
4.) Press
5.) Snatch
6.) Clean and Jerk
All for 3 to 5 repetitions.

"I kept strict records and when five repetitions were reached, I added weight and started again, making as much progress as possible on each of the individual lifts. Along with this, I used some heavy lockouts or half and quarter squats. I always did situps with weight and some leg raises along with the above routine. At times, I would mix other exercises in with my regular routine. Some of these were chin-ups, neck work, curls, toe raises and others.
I usually used one set of low repetitions for strength building. I used the most weight possible and went for as many repetitions as I possibly could, going the limit every day. 
About every two weeks or less, according to the way I felt, I would try a personal record on the deal lift, deep knee bends and the three Olympic lifts" (Peoples).
Mac likely followed a similar method, only his warmup was vastly different- he'd bang out a single set of 20 speed squats, cold, beltless, and without wraps, with 350 lbs.  If that doesn't clue you into Mac's utterly fealess, zero-fucks-given, damn the torpedoes style of training (which was very likely done drunk, because according to a number of sources he was rarely seen sober), nothing will.  The man trained like nothing you have ever fucking seen, and likely never will.  Check out his method (and absurd weight for a modified concentration curl)- ridiculous.
"Here is an exercise favorite of mine. Sit on a chair, place a 100 lb. dumbbell on the floor between feet, collars almost touching opposite ankles, palm of hand gripping bar facing body start, disengaged hand resting on corresponding knee, body bent over. Then spin the dumbbell on floor by supinating hand until palm is forward (curl position). At this instant, curl to shoulder as you sit up and press strongly with disengaged hand on corresponding knee. The original momentum from the spin on the floor brings the bell easily to the shoulder at the completion as you sit upright" (Batchelor Curling).

Profap, motherfuckers.  Nofappers can go ahead and kick bricks.  I'm sure there's a nice Creationism website or a Flat Earth pamphlet you could peruse instead of polluting my site with your presence.

Grip training for Mac Batchelor was like Tumblr porn is for me- absolutely indispensable and a cornerstone of my life.  Whereas I hit up Tumblr betwixt sets in the gym to boost my test levels, Big Mac was banging back whiskey and snapping corks between his thumb and forefinger.  When that kind of a maniac is at the wheel, you know every workout is going straight to the fucking nuthouse in terms of inventiveness and intensity.  There isn't much in the way of definitive workout routines from this mustachioed maniac, but here are two of his favorite grip exercises, in his own words:


"Finger Gripping Barbell Plates -- Here's another good exercise to toughen and strengthen your grip and forearms: grip a 25-pound of heavier plate (depending on your present strength) by the rim, using only your thumb and fingers -- don't let it touch the palm. Lift it to shoulder height in slow motion for 10 to 15 reps. Increase the reps as you become stronger to build your endurance for wrist wrestling.

A favorite of the old-time wrist wrestlers was gripping a smooth, flat, heavy plate between thumb and forefinger, then transferring it, without losing their grip, to a position between their thumb and middle finger -- and so on down the line until they were holding the plate in the most difficult way possible -- between thumb and smallest finger. They would then reverse the process, never once putting down the plate or losing a grip on it.
Before doing exercise it's best to first warm up your hand muscles with some other exercise. Start with light plates then go on to heavier ones. Consider yourself a good man if you can do this exercise with a 25-pound smooth plate.
Crushing Beer Cans -- One of my favorite exercises, when working in my bar during occasional quiet afternoons, was to crush beer cans between my fingers. I trained my grip at every opportunity to fortify my wrist wrestling arm against the constant competition I had for my title of World's Champion Wrist Wrestler. Crushing beer cans was a good way to obtain that needed conditioning. With the innovation of beer cans, which vary from soft metal to those that seem to be made of iron, arm wrestlers everywhere had a new and convenient type of training medium.
For developing finger strength try this: pinch the middle of the lighter cans together with thumb and forefinger only. With those of heavier metal, grip each end with both hands and bend back and forth until a break starts in the center. Now, while maintaining the same grip, twist with both hands back and forth a few times until the can is torn in half. Be careful not to cut yourself -- those edges are like knives. Practice of this exercise will help give you the twisting power of grip that is vital to being a successful arm grappler. When practicing stunts or exercises, put resin on your hands to avoid slipping. You should do this particularly when you're handling barbells and dumbbells" (Batchelor Unique).

In summary,a badass mustache, rampant drunkenness, and training non-stop led Mac Batchelor to a 25 year undefeated streak in armwrestling.  It wasn't the perfect program, the perfect gym, any coaching whatsoever, or certain supplements that led to his ridiculous unbeaten streak- it was balls, brains, guts, and utter fucking fearlessness. 

Think less.  Do more.  Go fucking nuts. 
Anything less is fucking civilized, and "civilized" people are good for nothing other than work camps and wage slavery.

Sources:
Batchelor, Mac.  Curling Heavy Weights.  The Tight Tan Slacks of Dezso Ban. 18 Sep 2008.  Web.  30 May 2017.  http://ditillo2.blogspot.com/2008/09/curling-heavy-weights-mac-batchelor.html

Batchelor, Mac.  Unique ways to build arm wrestling power.  The Tight Tan Slacks of Dezso Ban.  11 Feb 2012.  Web.  30 May 2017.  http://ditillo2.blogspot.com/2012/02/unique-ways-to-build-arm-wrestiling.html

Boff, Vic.  Epitaph for a strongman- Mac Batchelor.  The Tight Tan Slacks of Dezso Ban.  5 Oct 2010.  Web.  11 Oct 2016.  http://ditillo2.blogspot.com/2010/10/epitaph-for-strongman-mac-batchelor-by.html

Grimek, John.  Ian "Mac" Batchelor.  The Tight Tan Slacks of Dezso Ban.  29 Aug 2008.  Web.  8 Feb 2018.  https://web.archive.org/web/20150702223355/ditillo2.blogspot.com/2008/08/mac-batchelor-john-grimek.html

Peoples, Bob.  The training methods of Bob Peoples.  Reprinted from April/May 1952 Iron Man magazine.  12 May 2011.  Web.  9 Feb 2018.  https://www.myosynthesis.com/training-methods-bob-peoples

Todd, T.  Mac and Jan.  Iron Game History.  1995 Apr;3(6):17-19.

Nothing Is True; Everything Is Permitted: The Evolution Of Chaos And Pain

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"We don't want to be popular.  
We want to be infamous. 
I wake up in the morning and say, "How could I be more despicable?"
-Jon Basso

Doing it right, guys.  We're doing it right.  Nofappers, SUCK MY MOTHERFUCKIN' DICK.

Having received a shitload of requests to detail my current training routine and the evolution of my methodology, I thought it was high time to drop an update on what I'm doing.  I'll reassert that I generally detest detailing my own training, as most of what I do is provide the information I've used to arrive at my own training methods.  I like to lead a drunk to a vodka factory rather than pour him a shot, as it were.  Additionally, it seems rather pompous for me to detail my own training methods, as I've continually reasserted that my training methodology is not so much innovative as it is successful because of my hyper-aggressiveness.  So what you're about to get is blasted in the face bukkake-style with my current training methods, my current diet, and the occult shit I've alluded to, but never outright detailed, that formed the philosophical basis of Chaos and Pain.



This isn't the fucking Dark Carnival, people.  The Jewish corpse god doesn't live here.  You're about to get whacked with a shitload of chaos magick, Luciferianism, and demonology, because that's the ideological foundation for my training and diet methodologies.  Once you've read this, you might feel like going back through parts 1, 2, 3, and 4 of my Get Your Fucking Head Right Series and you'll see that although I explained it utilizing what is called the "Cybernetic" model, I generally use a combination of the spirit model and the cybernetic model in my own life.  I realize that many of you are probably already mentally checking out, in large part because you're conditioned to be small-minded dipshits, I'll give you a TLDR so you don't get lost:
  • the Cybernetic model of Chaos magick is essentially the use of minute neurological changes to cause changes in the universe at large.  When you see Chaos magick associated with quantum physics, the author is using the cybernetic model... and even quantum physicists will admit there's something to chaos magick.
  • the Spirit model of Chaos magick is exactly what it sounds like- it's the belief that otherworldly creatures do exist, and that they and powers from their plane of existence can be called upon for aid in our own
Preferable to and more helpful than asking strangers on the internet about a proposed course of dieting or licting action.

In short, all of the science I have bandied about in past blogs wasn't bullshit- it was backfilled.  I have never in my life read a study and used it to formulate a plan for success going forward.  Instead, I harness energies and utilize them in the gym to great success, then find studies and science that justifies my success after the fact.  It's a bit like that old adage that it is easier to beg for forgiveness than to ask for permission, except for the fact that I'm not begging for a fucking thing and I would sooner ask a person to spray me with acid than to give me their opinion on a plan for training or dieting.  My successes and failures are entirely my own... as should be yours.



The reason why I am opening with this explanation rather than just getting to what you people have been asking for is that I think the most important thing to ask a person when critiquing a program is to ask them why they are doing what they are doing.  If they have no justification for any of it, or it's superficial, just dip and roll out- they're going to fail because they are not intellectually and emotionally invested enough in the process or the outcome.  I'm also going to great lengths to explain myself because I invariably run into the "BUT THAT'S NOT CHAOS AND PAIN!" exclamations when I tell people my current training methods, which I have to say is more aggravating than trying to pull a candiru out of your pisshole.


GAMEBOOKS TURNED ME INTO A SATANIST IN MY YOUTH.  The fact that some Christian somewhere is thinking that makes me want to burn a fucking church.

Chaos and Pain, obviously, is whatever the fuck I want it to be.  Or whatever the fuck you want it to be if you feel like you're carrying the CnP banner- it's a the only 18+ Choose Your Own Adventure, filled with dogs and sex and gore and metal.   This is where the occult shines a bright light on the whole Chaos and Pain methodology, because Luciferian gnosis is "freedom as it removes need for inner justification" and is "the point where mind and intuition compliment rather than negotiate" (Ford 39).  As such, you are free to, and encouraged to, allow your intuition to guide you rather than blindly follow the dogma of a system with hard rules.  You're practicing "mindfulness" in the same way samurai did, being fully present in the entire process of preparing for and engaging in training, rather than acting like a fucking schmoe, jerking your dick on the sidelines while oily female wrestlers flex and submit each other... which is of course an allegory for you sitting idly by and accepting at face value a program written by a person you've never met and not in any way an excuse for me insert muscle porn into this article.


 ... maybe it was after all.

With all of that freedom in mind, let's get down to my training and dieting of late.  From late May of last year through November, it'd be pretty accurate to say I trained sporadically.  Most of what I was doing was continually restarting the training process in a variety of ways and learning what worked and what didn't when coming back off a layoff.  The machine-based program I outlined in Like a Phoenix Rising From the Ashes is what I've found to be by far and away the most useful method for coming back off a layoff, and I would highly recommend you heed my advice and build some baseline strength with machine work prior to embarrassing and or hurting yourself with an assault on free weights with the wild-eyed enthusiasm that's second nature to us and generally only reserved for suicide by cop outside the gym.


My general attitude when entering the gym, captured perfectly by Jacen Burrows.

Assaulting machines with that kind of glassy-eyed bath salt induced enthusiasm right out of the gate is just fine, and should be encouraged.  You might get a little fucking sore, but dunk your ass in a hot bath with Epsom salts, eat a bunch of steak and tater tots, and chug water.  You'll be fine, buttercup.  The evil rhabdo monster is not hiding under your bed and the only things that ever died from overwork on machines are fatness and laziness.


"Be mindful that the Deconditioning Process is not merely an intellectual experience. It is relatively easy to ‘intellectually accept’ some experience or belief which you have previously rejected or dismissed. It takes more resilience to take action from your new position, and risk the emotional upheaval that may result afterwards" (Hine 44).

If the IMs and emails I get are any indication, there seems to be quite a lot of emotional upheaval and consternation at my contradiction of past articles like "Friends Don't Let Friends Do Leg Extensions."  At various times I've lampooned, lambasted, and libeled such exercises as lateral raises, Hercules curls, leg extensions, and a wide variety of other exercises, and I've managed to decondition myself to these standpoints in a lot of instances.  I still maintain that Hercules curls are about as useful as a plastic pussy at a gay male orgy, but I've come to see that there is a lot of utility in lateral raises (for both strengthening the shoulder girdle and improving range of motion for some people) and in leg extensions in particular.  These I began doing a couple of years ago when I was training while drunk, and heavy drunken squatting rivals nude bareknuckles bear fighting in stupidity and lethality.  Unbeknownst to me at the time, the manner in which I was conducting my leg extensions is precisely the style in which the Chinese Olympic weightlifting team does them- namely, explosive concentric movement with a static hold at full extension.


The Chinese Oly team seems to know a thing or two about building their quads.

In spite of the fact that tr00 powerlifting bros on the internet eschew such menial exercises as leg extensions, the Chinese team and the Egyptian weightlifter Mohamed Ehab swear by isometric holds on that exercise.  For my part, I can attest to the fact that they do seem to bring up leg strength, definition, and size quickly- my earlier reticence to do them was in opposition to a growing trend in bodybuilding to discard squats altogether in favor of easier exercises.  Ehab apparently didn't need to arrive at the conclusion it was alright to do extensions as a supplement to squats in a middle-aged epiphany, and does them for three sets of 20 second holds with 90kg, which is a not insubstantial weight for a 77kg lifter.  I tend to do them with ten second holds for reps, doing more sets and less weight.  I will sit up in my seat to reduce the shearing stress on my knees at the starting point, then explode to full extension, hold for ten seconds, and lower the weight in about four seconds.  I follow a similar pattern with my leg curls as well, as hamstring strength plays a major role in both pulling and low bar squatting.


Anyone else feel like they're living in a fucking cartoon lately?  
A soon-to-be post-apocalyptic cartoon.

Like the leg extension/squat issue I had early in my writing, I had a very strong opinion about laterals- they were pretty much pointless.  I had good reason for making this assertion, as prior to my adoption of a three day a week overhead pressing habit, I had dogshit shoulders.  My overhead pressing strength rivaled Donald Trump's leadership skills in terms of awesome, and they looked like flattened heads of wilted lettuce glued to my torso.  As such, I decided that laterals, which had previously been the mainstay of my shoulder workouts, were utterly useless.  Over the years I noticed that pretty much every person with massive shoulders in the history of mankind has done some kind of lateral raise, and thought perhaps it would be a good idea to revisit them.  I still don't do them as a majority of any workout, no matter how light, but they're a frequently utilized movement in the ever-increasingly weird world of Chaos and Pain.


"A key to magical success is veracity of belief. If you want to try something out, and can come up with a plausible explanation as to how/why it should work, then it most likely will. Pseudoscience or Qabbalistic gibber (or both) - it matters not so long as the rationale you devise buffers the strength of your belief in the idea working. I find that this happens a lot when I try and push the limits of how I try to do some magical action that I haven’t tried before. Once I come up with a plausible explanation of how it could work in theory, then of course, I am much more confident about doing, and can often transmit this confidence to others. If I’m 110% certain that this rituals going to ‘bloody well work’ then its all the more likely that it will" (Hine 36).

So, we're finally at my current training routine, at which I arrived with a combination of demonic tarot readings and a healthy dose of "if I'm gonna make a comeback, I had better train as epically as I want to perform.  Thus, I've ditched the 45-60 minute rule to which I had clung so assiduously for so long- in rereading Zatsiorsky, I should be training 3-4 hours a day anyway, so my hour to an hour and a half a day bullshit was insufficient.  At present, I'm training 10-15 hours a week and gradually increasing the volume and insanity to see how crazy I can get with training.  Given that my rest periods are between 60 second and 150 seconds as a general rule, you could rate the density of my workouts as "motherfucking black hole-esque." 


Interestingly, the first card I blindly pulled from my Daemon Tarot deck is that of my patron, Buer.  Either a bizarre coincidence or something non-scientific that could still be explained with quantum entanglement, pretty cool.  I'll occasionally use a two card draw in the deck to determine how my training should go on a given day.  For instance, when i drew Dantalion and Belphagor, I determined that I needed to be more creative in that workout's approach.  Rather than using the system I'd been employing, I looked through old articles I'd made notes on and used Steve Justa's isometrics suggestions for a day of overhead pressing.  Rather than doing military or klokov pressing, I spent what proved to be an agonizing ninety minutes doing overhead lockout static holds with a shitload of weight until I nearly blacked out on each attempt.  I was sore for the next three days from my pelvic bone to my fingertips... which i assume is a good thing.

Although what follows is an example of what I have been doing, nothing whatsoever is set in stone- not the exercise pairings, frequency I train a bodypart or lifts, or rep ranges.  The only constant is that I will do a compound movement first and keep the reps between one and three on that lift, and I will perform the lift for roughly an hour with rests no shorter than a minute and no longer than about three minutes.  As before, I don't bullshit around in the gym- I rarely speak to anyone, I don't answer phone calls or spend 20 minutes making duck faces in the mirror and trying to get the best lighting. 
[If you're an IG superstar, go fuck yourself- I truly hope you die in a fiery car accident filming one of your idiotic opinion pieces about whatever inane topic happened to strike you as worthy of our attention.  In any other era your needy ass would have been dragged behind a shed and beaten with hoses for presuming to be anything other than an annoyance and a detriment to society as a whole.]  
I seem to have the shoulders situation pretty well figured out.

So, finally, here is a sample week of what's put about 25 lbs on me in the last three months.  These are all approximations to give you an idea.  Each workout lasts between 90 minutes and three hours.

Day 1:
Military Press- 1x3x135;185;205, 1x1x225, 5x1x235; 3x1x245 (form gets a little loose here), 3x1x235, 3xMAXx205
Hammer Strength Press- 5x10, 3x8, 3x6
Machine Lateral Raise- 5x10
Machine Real Lateral- 5x10
Strict Bicep Curl- 4 rounds of max reps with 75lbs in 30 seconds (there's an event at the Philly Fit Expo my gf and I might do that's 60 seconds with 65 lbs at my weight)
Whatever abs I feel like

Day 2:
Front Squat- 1x3x135;185;225;315, 1x1x365, 1x1x405;415;425;435;445, 5x1x405, 5x3-5x365
Seated Leg Curl- 10x6 (5-10 second holds at peak contraction)
Leg Extension- 6x10 (5 second holds at the peak contraction)
Calf Raises- 5x25
Abs and forearms and whatever else

Day 3:
1.5 to 2 hours of cable and machine rows.  Reps range from 6 to 25.  Every conceivable handle and angle.
(I partially tore my lat a month and a half/two months ago doing super explosive rows off the floor and am trying not to aggravate the injury as it heals, so these are pretty controlled and focused on squeezing my shoulderblades together and getting a pump)
Bicep Curl same as Day 1

Day 4:
Close Grip Bench Press- As many sets of 2-5 reps as I can get in an hour with 325.
Machine Incline Bench Press- As many sets of 4-10 reps as I can get in a half hour
Pec Deck- 6x12
Rope Pushdowns- 6x10

Day 5:
Shrugs: 1x10x495;585, 5xMAXx675, 5xMAXx765
Half hour of cable rows
Face pulls- 6x20
Abs

Day 6:
Miscellaneous bis, tris, forearms, and abs for 90 mins

Day 7:
Fuck around on extensions and curls or take off, depending on how I feel.


When confronted with a choice between being rich or jacked, Dan Bilzarian ripped a line of coke in the shape of Bolivia, roared "BRING ME WHORES AND GOATS!", washed down a handful of Viagra with a handle of Jack, and proceeded to be both.

In other words, I have far less of a system than I had before.  There is no structure beyond basing a workout on an ultra-heavy compound movement and then backfilling the workout with volume on machines.  I might do shoulders four times in a given week and skip squatting because my knee is stiff or I just don't fucking feel like it.  I might train 21 days in a row.  I might only train 5 days in a week.  For the first time in my training career, nothing is true, and everything is permitted.  I have more freedom than a Dan Bilzerian in international waters and I utilize that freedom to force progress in every fucking direction, at all times.




Pro Tip: I am not the only person I know who does this either- I surf Tumblr porn between sets during most workouts.  Contrary to what you might have heard on some Ted Talks of very dubious scientific footing or from the mouths of a pack of psychotics with ED who claim porn is to blame, porn raises your testosterone levels the instant you view it.  According to some sources, pornographers pointedly attempt to elicit the "maximum drug/hormone release by mixing sexual images with male dominance, aggression and violent images intended to shock and stimulate simultaneously", which stimulates the production of much higher baseline levels of hormones essential to getting strong and lean, "especially testosterone, but also adrenaline, epinephrine, and others."  
Not only does it create an awesome biofeedback loop, particularly in men, but watching porn causes an immediate release of "enormous amounts of additional testosterone, which further increase male narrowing, loss of reason, feelings of aggression, and sexual drive and arousal." In other words, porn is to your endocrine system what nofappers are to weird anti-semitic conspiracy theories (Kastleman).  But what about furry porn / shit porn / tentacle rape / throatfucking or whatever dark secret-style porn you have lurking on your computer?  Great news, ladies and gentleman- that shit simply makes you more awesome.  Paraphilias are triggered by, and cause the release of, massive amounts of testosterone.  That shit is so potent, in fact, that psychiatrists use massive doses of anti-androgenic drugs like methylprogesterone to control these "deviant" predilections.  As such, you should probably just go ahead and watch www.hogtied.com between sets if you're looking to hit a PR that day (Prescription).
So there you have it- my current treasure trove of secrets has been laid bare.  Comingsoon in this series, I'll provide a bit more of the hazy logic defining my insanity, the current diet that fuels this insanity, how you might apply this bizarre shit to your own training, and my gauzy conception for how this will be tailored to fit powerlifting and honed to a fine edge as I get closer to my return to the platform.  And before you guys call bullshit on these workouts, know that I've no fucking reason to make this up- I stand to make no money off this and know most of you are looking at this and thinking I'm directly out of my mind.  I am.  Sanity is for the unimaginative and the uninteresting.  

Go be interesting and do something fucking epic.

Sources:
Ford, Michael.  The Bible of the Adversary.  Houston: Succubus Productions, 2007.

Hine, Phil.  Condensed Chaos.  Las Vegas: New Falcon Publications, 1995.

Kastleman, Mark.  How internet pornographers market to men vs. women.  Netnanny.  Web.  15 Feb 2018.  https://www.netnanny.com/learn-center/article/117/

New prescription for paraphilia Psychiatric Times.  1998 Apr;15(4).  http://www.psychiatrictimes.com/addiction/new-prescription-paraphilia  

Chaos and Pain Hatecast- The Pilot Episode

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Due to my obvious ideological differences with Paul Carter, we won't be doing Chaos and Bang anymore.  What we will be doing is the Hatecast, which will feature myself, Brice Allen, and a rotating cast of guests (which tentatively includes Peter Baker of TNation / www.peterdbaker.com / BioLayne, a British wrestler on the indie circuit who will be guesting in NXT named Danny Burch (I'll just use his wrestling name so we don't break kayfabe, I guess), and an internet steroid guru who runs #TeamFakeGear for BAB Supplements named Ed Dorrence.  We'll be covering topics like steroids (I'll finally discuss them), the conjugate method, programming, body armor built from car tires, and whatever else happens to come up.

Here's a pilot we recorded just to test out the production software.  I was working on a Chromebook because my laptop took a shit on me earlier in the day, so the high-quality mic I'd bought couldn't be employed.  This weekend we will have the first official episode, hopefully with mics and an intro (to be recorded by the new singer of Germany's Impact36, who just just broke a bunch of records in Germany and posted a 1504 total raw at 181 after only 9 months of heavy strength training) and all of that happy horseshit... or it'll be our second pilot because we intend to make this shit as professional as humanly possible.  In any event, we'll be posting these weekly on Chaos and Pain TV on Youtube at first and then adding Soundcloud and iTunes and the like as soon as we can.

So while I work on the next article, here's a pilot episode of the Chaos and Pain Hatecast- No Fap?  No life.  The levels aren't perfect and I have no pop filter on my mic, but it's a hell of a lot better than what we were getting with Chaos and Bang.


Chaos And Pain Hatecast Episode 1- Talkin' Bout Some Gear

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Andrea Munzer took so much gear that just looking at a pic of him means you're no longer natty.

The first official episode of Chaos and Pain's Hatecast is up on Youtube and ready for your listening pleasure.  Still working on the Stitcher and iTunes uploads, but they're coming soon.  In this episode we talk about my gear use, PCT, Andreas Munzer's ridiculous stack (here's an interview with Nasser El Sonbaty about Munzer that's worth a read), why you're not actually going to shit out your liver on Superdrol, and much more.

Just Settle The Fuck Down And Bodybuild, Bro- Probably The Last "Ask The Asshole", Ever

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Even a broken clock is right twice a day, but no matter what time that clock says, Jeff Dunham is never fucking funny.  Jeff Dunham's effect on a comedy show is very much like an ebola outbreak's effect on Central Africa tourism- you only head toward it if your goal is to stamp out the infection and cart away dead bodies.

In the past I would publish articles in a series called "Ask The Asshole" but as the questions began to resemble each other more and more, and my answers became basically rote repetitions of one another, I abandoned the series.  You might think that I would enjoy posting my hilarious repartee with people who should never publicly utter these questions, but frankly I've grown so weary of answering stupid questions that most days I've got less funny in me than a dialogue between Howie Mandel and Jeff Foxworthy scripted by that hideously uncomedic fucktard with the puppets.  Until now, that is, because if I can't laugh in the face of a coming apocalypse fueled by gun-toting, unfuckable autists, idiotic partisan politics, hyper-emotional responses to trivial events, and the fact that "e-sports" are likely going to be in the next Winter Olympics, I might as well just eat a fucking frisbee and get it over with.



"Gurrrrl, I gotta wear a belt in the grocery store because I look hot in it, right?  Right?!?!  Bro, why's she laughing?  Quick!  Someone post a pic of me on Insta so I can get validationnnnn..."

That's not to say I don't like helping people out- I give out more free training advice than all of the dudes in Rogue gear scamming on hot chicks at the gym combined, only the advice I give is actually sought out and appreciated.  It's frustrating, however, when the answer is so often the same.  As such, I'm just going to post this in hopes that people will actually read it and take it to heart.



If you look like this, you're not a powerlifter or any other kind of strength athlete.  Stick to convincing idiotic Midwesterners to stab each other and leave the weightroom to people who belong there.

Let's start with competing- most people probably shouldn't bother.  If you're an adult male over 170 lbs and you're not in the 300-400-500 (bench-squat-deadlift) club, DON'T EVEN FUCKING THINK ABOUT COMPETING IN POWERLIFTING.  I don't know what the equivalent is in oly, but I'm sure such a standard is available online.  There are too many of you goofballs running around with truly mediocre lifts asking for advice like "should I cut to 181?  I'm SIX FUCKING FEET TALL and bench well under 300."  I'm not going to use the word manlet, but if you're over 5'6", you should be in the 198s or higher.  And you should be far stronger than you are before you compete, anyway- the definition of the word compete is to "strive to gain or win something by defeating or establishing superiority over others who are trying to do the same," so if your lifts such, you're not competing.  Instead, you're putting your weakness on public display for no apparent reason.   



If your diet doesn't involve decent amounts of barbecue, you're probably weaker than an anemic kitten and have the physique of a prepubescent girl.

That brings us to my next point- I highly doubt any of you are eating enough.  Before you start protesting about how you get fat if you eat too much, you're eating too little and training too little.  I've written pretty much endlessly on weight gain diets, and yet I still get absurd questions about cutting when people are tall and skinny.  Or short and skinny.  Either way, it's fucking stupid- if you want to be strong, eat to get strong.  Leaning out is the easy part.  Getting obscenely strong and jacked is by far and away the hard part- if it wasn't, you would see far more guys in the gym benching over 500 with guts, rather than a bunch of pussies in spandex struggling with 225.



With eight weeks of starvation and maybe four lackluster days a week a Planet Fitness, you too could have this body!  InB4 Redditors start whining about gear.

I'll repeat that one more time- if getting lean was the hard part and getting strong and huge was the easy part, there'd be a lot less Zyzz and a lot more Eddie Hall in every gym in the country.  Any pussy who loves the stairmill and hates rare steak can get a six-pack.  Hell, asceticism of every stupid fucking variety is in vogue now with the alt-right, bitch-made neo-stoics, and whatever other variety of pussy who cannot control the extent of his or her indulgences is running around.  Not doing shit is easy- it's the lazy fucker's way of attempting to be interesting.



Asceticism is for pussies, not feral executioners stalking the Iron Abattoir.
"A contemporary physique star, Bobby Pandour (1876-1914), was an athlete in several senses of the term.  A fellow strongman remembered visiting Pandour one morning at his friend's Parisian hotel room.  There he found the strongman lounging in his pajamas and surrounded by a large, animated crowd of ladies clad only in their diaphanous negligees.  The strongman was apparently none the worse for wear despite a performance that must have been every bit as exhausting as the one he did on stage" (Chapman 75).

Name a single awesome lifter or generally bad motherfucker who was an ascetic.  You can't.  Big personalities have big appetites and do great things.  Case in point: the first man to bench press 600 lbs, squat 800 lbs, and total 2000 lbs in a powerlifting meet was Pat Casey.  Pat Casey trained more in a day than most people train in a week, and he ate enough food to feed a sub-Saharan African family for a month.  Think you eat enough?  Pat Casey ate gargantuan amounts of food and then chugged 4-6 quarts of whole milk every day just to round out his calories.  That's 2400 to 3600 calories and 128 to 196 grams of protein a day just from his milk, and it was nothing for bodybuilders of the day to eat 6000 to 9000 calories a day to pack on mass (Roach).  Are any of us consuming a full day's worth of calories as an afterthought, on top of massive meals?  I highly doubt it, because if we were, there'd be far more XXL shirt in our gyms rather than mediums.




"Casey’s early ambition was simple: hoist ever heavier poundage, grow larger and ever more muscular. His continual training and his copious consumption of calories had an incredible effect on his physique. The more he ate, the larger he grew; the larger he grew, the stronger he became; the stronger he became, the hotter his young male metabolism raged. Pat drank six quarts of whole milk each day in addition to eating everything he could lay his hands on. It was reported in Muscle Builder magazine that Casey used to stop and eat a packed lunch (“meatloaf sandwiches smothered in mayonnaise”) during his day-long iron sessions.'"
"He mimicked what he saw [the gym rats] perform: lots of exercises, lots of sets, marathon training sessions, training the same muscles three times a week. Those endurance weight training sessions beat the chubby Irish boy into shape. Pat thought nothing of spending all day in the gym, doing whatever suited his fancy, taking as long as he needed between sets to rest and fully recover" (Gallagher). 


After Casey hit a 615 bench in competition with a two-second pause, broke the 800 lb squat barrier and the 2000 total barrier in the same meet, he retired from competition.  Know what he did then?  He cut bodyweight and was a non-competitive bodybuilder for the remainder of his life.  Training just two days a week he was able to maintain most of his muscle and rock a physique most lifters would sell their sister into sexual slavery for because he'd already put in the hard work of getting huge.  See where I'm going with this?  Get big as fuck- leaning out is the easy part, and you and your bullshit about how hard it is to shed weight can go fuck yourself because he only person who believes that bullshit is your bitch ass.


How I generally feel when answering a question and am told I don't understand something about the special snowflake asking my opinion.  You're not special.  This does not require any mathematics or chemistry.  It is all much, much more simple than you would like to think.  You just dislike the answer because it's not 10 fucking minute abs.

This brings us to my final point, to which there are absolutely no exceptions- if you are a strength athlete and are stalled out, burned out, frustrated, injured, coming off a meet, or coming back off a layoff, you should give some strong consideration to doing some bodybuilding for a while.  I cannot count the number of times someone has asked me a question about what to do, all in a fucking panic about what will happen to this lift or that lift because of whatever the fuck mundane shit they're freaking the fuck out about has happened, and my response is always the same- settle the fuck down, bro, and just bodybuild.  That's it.

Step 1.  
SETTLE THE FUCK DOWN.  It ain't that deep, as they say.  If you're not that big or strong anyway, who fucking cares if a lift slides a bit?  And if you are really big and strong, the shit will come back in short order.

Step 2.  
Leave your house and go to one of those old-fashioned book stores.  You know, the ones so old timey that everything in them wasn't written by some know-nothing anonymous douchelord on the internet.  Buy a couple Flex mags, or some Muscular Developments.  Then take them home and read them at your leisure, while you're scarfing hamburgers because you need the calories and protein to grow.  From those magazines you can get at least one, if not more, interesting workouts that are certainly different from what you've been doing.  For a month, do that shit.  No conjugate fuckery, no goddamned RPEs, just lift weights, and try new shit.  Find out what tiny muscle groups you can engage with machines and cables and train them.  Fix your muscular imbalances.  And most of all, discover the great, wide, wonderful world that lays before you when actually give yourself options and explore them.


If you really want to melt your mind, do some research about the way Bob Cicherillo trained.  The man did absolutely no compound movements of any kind and was a fucking mountain.  Try the super slow (10/10) method Ken Hutchins invented that was crazy popular in the 60s to bust plateaus.  Read up on Peary Rader's old shit.  Download some shit off Sandow Plus and use that, or jump on The Tight Tan Slacks Of Dezso Ban and try some of the shit you read there.  During that time, don't pay any fucking attention to anything anyone says about anything training or diet related on the internet (including me).  Just research and do your own thing and stop getting caught up in the great big bag of bullshit the internet age has turned lifting into, because lifting weights and getting jacked actually used to be fucking fun.  Seriously- it really was.


May your next gym experience be this awesome.

You're only as smart as your dumbest idea, but if you don't think at all, you're just fucking retarded.  Think about how you're going to slaughter the weights before you enter the killing ground.

Sources:

Chapman, David.  Sandow The Magnificent.  Chicago: University of Illinois, 2006.

Roach, Randy.  Splendid specimens: The history of nutrition in bodybuilding.  Westin A. Price Foundation.  14 Dec 2004.  Web.  27 Feb 2018.  https://www.westonaprice.org/health-topics/splendid-specimens-the-history-of-nutrition-in-bodybuilding/

Wilhem, Bruce.  Pat Casey- Part One.  The Tight Tan Slacks of Dezso Ban.  24 Apr 2008.  Web.  27 Feb 2018.  http://ditillo2.blogspot.com/2008/04/pat-casey-part-one-bruce-wilhelm.html

Wilhem, Bruce.  Pat Casey- Part Two.  The Tight Tan Slacks of Dezso Ban.  28 Apr 2008.  Web.  27 Feb 2018.  http://ditillo2.blogspot.com/2008/04/may-1968-september-2o-1969-police.html

Nothing Is True; Everything Is Permitted, Part 2

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Having grown up in the hardcore scene of the 1990s, the DIY ethic was as deeply instilled in my as horse cock in a My Little Pony fan during a party in Mexico.  For those of you who think DIY started with HGTV and home improvement shows, it actually arose out of the punk scene and then got co-opted by midwestern housewives.  Instead of mousy, over-eager women, the DIY culture was initially nothing but smelly fuckers who used that shitpile crystal deoderentno one liked at shows used to sell terrible vegan baked goods and print zines giving info about the punk (and later the hardcore) scene.  Because those genres of music weren't popularly accepted, there was no other way to get info on the scene, so these little do-it-yourself magazines provided us with info on upcoming shows, reviews about albums we probably hadn't heard (with a horrifying emphasis on krishnacore in the zines I generally read), and a whole spate of political commentary so left leaning that even Bernie Sanders would have called the writers fucking communists.

They might like terrible music, but crust punk broads are so fucking hot it defies my ability to describe them.

In spite of their ridiculous socio-political and religious leanings, those unwashed, crust punk loving gutter trash had a do-it-yourself ethic that would make even the most robust and well-prepared survivalist nut seem like a collectivist pussy by comparison.  They slapped together those zines using xerox machines and typewriters, illustrating the things with their own hand and selling them as diligently and arduously as any salesman in the history of commerce.  That ethic so permeated the scene that there was no thought of bands having managers or roadies, or any other crutch or convenience that a band today has.  Beyond that, we'd make our own bootleg merch to support bands we liked that lacked shirts to buy, just to show our love.  Everything we did was DIY as fuck, and we were all better people for it.

“We do not aspire to communal life but to a life apart.”
- Max Stirner

So where does this take us?  Create your own fucking system.  Stop following the motions of others and be innovative.  Like the occultists Michael Ford and Phil Hine; pioneering martial artists like Edward Barton-Wright, Bruce Lee, and Al Decascos; and like the numberless lifters throughout history who managed to build super strength without the aid or opinion of a single other soul, I like to experiment with a lot of different systems and use them as they seem appropriate.  Thus, I'll switch between bodybuilding, bodyweight, powerlifting, and strongman in the same workout.  Why anyone would think that combining the different disciplines would do anything other than improving their physique and overall strength I will never know, but with the spate of ridiculous sport-specific training programs floating around, it seems that what was once a standard for training (and during which time both powerlifting and Olympic Weightlifting were far more competitive) has become for many on the internet a bizarre and laughable sidenote.

If there's a single person claiming to have the balls to call this motherfucker a manlet to his face, I would die of fucking shock at the stupidity of the act and the brazenness of their lie.

Why any male human being totaling under 1200 in the power lifts would think he is above anything training-wise at all is a mystery we will likely never solve.  It does illustrate, however, that a pack of hoopleheads sharing "information" they've gleaned from often shit-dog and generally disreputable sources on internet forums avail themselves of nothing other than the abject fucking stupidity of the average intellect.  Certainly, it bears saying that a focus on one of the disciplines makes sense, lest one become a jackass of all and a master of none, but a mere focus in one hardly precludes participation.  Furthermore, it 
"is worth going into a system in some depth, so that you become more or less competent (and confident) with it, but magicians tend to find that once you’ve become competent in one system, then it’s easier to get to grips with another one. If you’re fairly experienced with Enochian for example, then you shouldn’t have too much difficulty with the Runes" (Hine 18)
One needs look no further than a guy like Phil Grippaldi (the "manlet" pictured above) for evidence of this.  Perhaps the greatest presser in the history of that Olympic lift, Grippaldi boasted a physique that would leave every Redditor wailing and gnashing their teeth, moaning about steroids as their tongues lolled at the sight of the man's retarded 20 inch arms.  Maybe 20 inch arms are common in your gym, but I think I've only seen a couple of sets in my life, and they weren't possessed by a guy weighing less than 200 lbs.  Grippaldi included all kinds of bodybuilding and powerlifting in his training, and his lifts and physique serve as substantiation of this phenomenon.  If you need more evidence, just look at Ronnie Coleman, pretty much any strongman ever, Kirk Karwoski... the list goes on and one.  So shut the fuck up about how bodybuilding is useless shit because that lie is more tired than I am of fucking hearing it.

I was gonna post a pic of a pre-gear bodybuilder who was also an accomplished weightlifter, but in my search for a pic I stumbled across Reddit and Bodybuilding.com conversations so fucking insipid that I decided to post a pic of how I'd like the profile pics of the conversations' participants to look.  Seriously, I want "natty or not" pussies to impregnate a woman so I can rip it out of her womb and beat them to death with the corpse of their unborn children.

Which brings us, in a very long-winded and roundabout way, to how I decide to train and diet the way I do.  This series was actually spawned by the following conversation, which I might as well impart just to cut through further bullshit. 
Q: Man, I’m really curious about your thought process, like do you just come up with stuff and try it?  How do you know what to eat? 
A: Yesterday, I ate 2 lbs of baby back ribs, a shitload of korean bbq, a couple of bowls of rice doused in sriracha, and a couple of protein bars.  Why?  Because I was fucking hungry, and I've been training like a maniac, and that's what I needed. 
Some of it I come up with and try, like the rowing I've been doing a couple of times a week.  The rest of it I just go fucking crazy in the gym and figure out why it worked thereafter.  Why it worked is generally simple, though- it really comes down to effort.  
Diet is a little more intellectual, as I keep a sort of running total of grams of protein and calories as I go.  And no, I don't use any of those stupid fucking apps- I do the math in my head, like an adult with dignity and self respect.  This shit is so fucking simple I'm hard-pressed to expand on it further. 
Q: How much time do you give an idea to know if it works? 
A:  Lol.  Are you serious?  It always works- the only time shit doesn't is when I am doing something I know for a fact doesn't suit me, like training in the 10-12 rep range all the time.  That's why I can't figure out how the fuck you people suck at it so hard.   
I could win a local meet coming out of a coma, and I look better getting out of bed after two years of sporadic training, no dieting, and drinking at an essentially suicidal rate because when I train, I go ten times as hard as you could ever conceive and even train harder on my off days than just about anyone I've seen on a "hard" day.  When I eat, I eat to grow- this is not fucking rocket science.   
If you think you've gone as hard as you can go, go fucking harder the next time. You're basically indestructible, and most people will never even reach a fifth of their potential, just because they think they can't go harder.  And I don't want to hear about steroids and genetics and whatever other paltry fucking excuse you might have- you go to a Penn State wrestling camp and do three-a-days, plus lifting and running, and then tell me you go hard in the gym.  Everyone's a fucking pussy, and that's why they suck. 
Eat meat.  Lift heavy as fuck.  Jerk off a bunch.  Repeat.  It's that fucking simple.
So there you have it- you don't need a plan for shit.  Less talky.  More doey.

Juls Borg- metal as fuck and breaking fools while their bitches drool.

In the next one I'll actually go into my diet of late a bit, but before that I'll have an interview with a guy I coached over the last year to a 1504 raw total at 181 in hist first meet... nine months into training. It is that fucking easy, people.

Music You Need In Your Playlist (aka most of the Bands That Are In Mine)

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As I continually get asked what I listen to while training, and for recommendations for new bands, I thought I'd stop what I was writing long enough to give you a bit of an idea of what's going on musically in my life these days.  Basically, my musical interests in general don't stray far from hardcore/deathcore/slam beatdown- I basically only add grime like Scrufizzer and some dubstep to the mix otherwise.  


I spend altogether too much time searching for new music, and waaaaay too much time on this article, so recognize when I say Stone Cold Stunner will knock your fucking socks off.

Since I pretty much get constant requests for new music recommendation and often get asked what is in my playlist, here we go.  I'm just giving you the band names because giving you the individual songs would be ridiculously long and overly arduous and there just seems to be little point to it.  I did link songs and albums for select artists, but I spent waaaaay more time on this than anticipated and didn't have extra time to link more shit.  So what we've got here a rotating bunch of bands including, but not limited to:

25 ta Life - Strength Through Unity and Friendship, Loyalty, Commitment were fucking amazing brutal hardcore albums.  Back in the day, no one had shit on Rick ta Life's vocals, though the man is now a parody of the scene king he once was.

45 Stainless - epic beatdown from Finland.  Don't sleep on this band- they broke up, but both of their albums will have you spinkicking motherfuckers in the middle of Barnes and Noble if you're not careful.

A Night in Texas - Crazy deathcore from down under.

Acacia Strain - the progenitors of downtempo.  There's better downtempo these days, but they're still worth a listen.

Acrania - the first deathcore band I can think of with truly shit-your-pants crazy vocals.

Agnostic Front - moshy 90s hardcore pioneers.

Altars - metallic hardcore

Angel Crew - moshy christian crewcore

Angelmaker - dual vocalist deathcore that will melt your face

Annotations of an Autopsy - slam beatdown/deathcore.  Their last EP Dark Days has two epic bangers that must be included in your lifting mix- Buried in a Bad Rap and Stage Breaker.  If you dislike either of those song, you might as well just unfollow this fucking blog and go join Curves where you can rock out to Barry Manilow and suck on your own.

Attila - wignorant party deathcore

Backtrack - straight up hardcore with a super 90s feel.

Bad Luck 13 Riot Extravaganza - hardest of the hardcore/bats are on the dancefloor.  If Last One Standing won't get your dick hard, nothing will.

Battlecross - their covers of Hostile and War Ensemble are doooope, but they're generally thrash

Beg for Death - brutal downtempo

Bill the Butcher - one man band of brutal slam beatdown

Billy Club Sandwich - 90s toughguy hardcore- Slow With Your Hands needs to be in everyone's lifting playlist.

Bitter Thoughts - toughguy hardcore that sounds like an updated Shutdown

Blood for Blood - white trash hardcore you should already know about.

Blood Has Been Shed -  metalcore band with great breakdowns featuring Howard Jones of Killswitch (although BHBS was WAAAAAAY better) and pro mma fighter and 90s hardcore legend Rich Thurston.

Bodybag - Epic beatdown hardcore.  Must have shit for your playlist.

Bodysnatcher - brutal downtempo

Bound in Fear - downtempo/slam

Brawl Between Enemies - super brutal beatdown from Germany with dual vocals.  Great shit.

Brick by Brick - old school hardcore

Broken Humanity - brutal deathcore / toughguy hardcore

Built Upon Frustration - same thing.  Pittsburgh hardcore has a definitive sound.

Built Upon Hatred - brutal slam beatdown

Bulldoze - the OG toughguy hardcore band, from which the term "beatdown" arose

Buried Alive - moshcore band that became Terror

Butcher - beatdown hardcore

Carbine - slam beatdown like a fucking boss

Clawhammer - even more like a boss than Carbine.  This video explains all you need to know- crowdkill cam for the fucking win.

Clench Your Fist - toughguy hardcore

Cold Blooded Murder - wiggertasticslam beatdown from Mother Russia

Cold Hard Truth - badass UK toughguy/beatdown hardcore with a jacked singer

Cold Hearts - the name of their EP says it all- Violence is the Answer.  Deathcore/slam with a beatdown feel and some unique vocals

Colossal - Kublai Khan-esque brutal hardcore

Crowd Deterrent - old school tough guy hardcore

Cunthunt 777 - gang vocal beatdown from Germany- No Gods, No Masters is a fucking multi-lingual masterpiece.

DCA - French toughguy hardcore along the lines of Cold Hard Truth.

Dead By Wednesday - crazy fucking rapcore from the early oughts.

Deathsinger - beatdown/downtempo brutality

Denihilist - ultra-Satanic downtempo

Desolated - see above

Despised Icon - wigger slam deathcore with dual vocals.

Drowning - POSSIBLY THE BEST HARDCORE BAND IN HISTORY, and fuck you if you disagree.  Beatdown wiggercore you must have.

E-Town Concrete - 90's era rapcore with brutal growls added in for good measure

Earth Crisis - awesome 90's ecoterrorist straightedge hardcore

Easy Money - sick toughguy beatdown from Arizona

Embraced by Hatred - awesome brutal german hardcore.  When I want everyone to back the fuck up in the gym, I open up the pit screaming along with None To like I'm at a show.

Emmure - if you've never heard for Emmure, I don't know how you even found this blog.

Enemy Mind - 90's era tough guy rapcore from Pittsburgh.  Fucking awesome.

Expire - moshcore done right

Fallbrawl - dancy German moshcore

Feign - downtempo / beatdown.  Brutal.  Their Mudvayne cover is fucking ridiculous- just listen through the breakdown and tell me I'm wrong.

Filth - s00per brutal downtempo.  If you listen to this while suicidal, you'll off yourself with either a chainsaw or a broadsword.

First Blood - awesome hardcore featuring members of Sworn Vengeance and Terror.

First Degree - California beatdown.

Full Contact - UK beatdown hardcore

Gassed Up - sick UK grime toughguy rapcore.

Gat-Rot - completely unknown Tucson, AZ dual vocal rapcore band I still rep hard.  We used to go fucking BANANAS at shows when they'd play Where will you go.  I no longer have that EP "Us Versus Them" to my knowledge, but intend to hunt it down.  Their first album is fucking great and up on Bandcamp.

Get the Shot - creossover hardcore with a decidedly 90's feel.  If you like Backtrack, Expire, and

Gift Giver - Badass numetalcore band.  If nothing else, you need these two songs on your playlist- Trendkill and Shitlife.  Seriously, don't sleep on them just because the label makes you cringe- they're the VOD of this era, and their breakdowns are fucking legit.

Goliath - brutal deathcore / downtempo

Hatebreed - you better know about them already. First three albums only for me.

Heavy Heavy Low Low - goofy but brutal I Don't Know What-core.  You'll either love them or hate the fuck out of them, and most of the hardcore scene claims to have beaten up the entire band.

HonestCrooks - brutal deathcore/downtempo

Hoods -  one of my all time favorite hardcore bands.  Tough as fuck, badass breakdowns, and dual vocals like a muhfucka (at least until their last album, which you can avoid).  MUST HAVE.

Horned - Mega-Satanic blackened beatdown out of France.  Another must have, in my opinion.

I Am - Crazy sick downtempo.  CRAZY SICK.

I, Valiance - If Methwitch had a second vocalist who sounded exactly like Starscream from the Transformers and the entire band loved the circus so much they employed a calliope in their music, I, Valiance is what you'd end up with.  Calling this shit insane is like saying that Tara Reid now looks a bit like Michael Jackson's reanimated corpse, only with significantly less acting ability, and I say this under the impression they're Christian and possibly straightedge.  Yeah, they're that brutal.

In Cold Blood - No one has ever heard of this band, and I think they were a side project of Integrity.  Awesome shit, even if you only put one song on your playlist- Pain.  Gotta have that in the mix.

Indigestion - super awesome German slam beatdown band.  Another band that'll have you spinkicking motherfuckers in the mall.  Must have.

Infant Annihilator - brutal technical deathcore with the craziest vocals ever

Ingested - slam beatdown pioneers.

InterruptingCow - zany technical death metal with great breakdowns

Irate - super sick beatdown hardcore from the late 90s, when we were all wearing basketball jerseys and beating kids in skinny jeans half to death at shows.

Jerome - I never found out where this vocalist went, but the dude was jacked, had fucking amazing vocals, and even better lyrics.  Crazy sick deathcore.  I AM NOT THE ANTI-CHRIST.  I AM JUST A FUCKING KILLER.

Kharma - an updated version of Bitter Thoughts that I fucking LOVE.

Killwhitneydead - love em or hate em, this band is awesome and remains one of my favorite bands to gym mosh to.  Here's to pretty girls and breaking the law.

King 810 - settle the fuck down- they have one good song and it's Heavy Lies the Crown

Knocked Loose - Moshy as fuck hardcore.

Kinshasa -These motherfuckers are named after Nakamura's finishing move because they're that fucking brutal.  Here's my review on Bandcamp: BITE THE FUCKING PAVEMENT. This is true beatdown. Whether you're trying to blow out her back wall and need a steady beat to do it or you're looking to curbstomp a yuppie at the mall, this is the shit to which you want to do it. 
Favorite track: Pavement.

Kublai Khan - kind of the gold standard for moshy metalcore these days.

Laid 2 Rest - Ultraviolent beatdown hardcore for the type of person who wants songs about curbstomping motherfuckers.  BRINGING THE VIOLENCE BACK.

Last Ten Seconds of Life - Hit and miss for me, and they switched from deathcore to.. pop(?) recently, but I still rock their older shit.

Liferuiner - Their first album was a gold standard of moshy beatdown, then the band split into two competing versions of the same band and the one that survived fucking blows.  The rest went on to become Recognize, which was a fucking awesome toughguy band.

Limp Bizkit - yeah, motherfucker- I've had Leech in every playlist I've made since that album dropped.

Lionheart - if you don't know, google them.  FTW has been on my playlist for a decade.

Livyah - fucking incredible downtempo.  So brutal.

Lose None - mid oughts beatdown from Cali

Machete 187 - super brutal slam beatdown.  If you want breakdowns, you came to the right place.

Mercy Blow - Machete 187 wasn't brutal enough?  Well then, here's Mercy Blow with guest vox from Charlie of Gunishment, a band so fucking brutal they can't seem to record an album but have AK47 guitars.

Methwitch - brutal slam deathcore with lunatic vocals.  This is must have.

Monsters - moshy deathcore I can't seem to get tired of.

Murder Death Kill - I'm not promising genius lyrics, but this is brutal as fuck beatdown hardcore and they do a mock gang beatdown of ADTR in my favorite of their vids.

Mushmouth - old school PA hardcore legends

Nails - YOU WILL NEVER BE ONE OF US.  Exactly.

Nasty - sick Belgian beatdown hardcore.  So many awesome songs it's hard to pick their best.  Just grab their shit and put it in your mix.

NJ Bloodline - badass old school Jersey rapcore.  Epic, and great guys IRL.

No Altars - crazy brutal satanic beatdown hardcore.  Yeah, satanic beatdown motherfucker.

No Innocent Victim - great moshy 90's Victory hardcore band.

No Second Chance - toughguy hardcore

No Zodiac - Beatdown toughguy hardcore.  Posi Holocaust might be the hardest fucking song of all time.

Omen - pure fucking brutality.  Sort of downtempo/beatdown crossover that makes Acacia Strain seem downright fucking cheerful.  Dem breakdowns doe.

One Life Crew - the least politically correct hardcore band in history.  Gang vocals and shit-talking abound.  Awesome.

Out to Win - the band Mushmouth became.  Also awesome metallic hardcore.

Pitboss2000 - OLC became Pitboss when they decided to stop being political and just mock cripples and shit.  Hilarious.  E C DUB was a regular chant at their shows, and if you don't know what the fuck 
ECW is, your life sucks.

PlaguedByHumanity - br00tal beatdown hardcore.  Shit is basically nothing but breaks.

Pry -  badass downtempo with more varied vocals than most downtempo bands

PsychoEnhancer - there was a time when there were a bunch of beatdown bands that were also about partying.  This would be a prime example, though they're still around.  You've never seen so many people smiling during a beatdown song, haha.

Recognize - I fucking miss this band.  Brutal as shit and bouncy as fuck.  If anyone of you has the album, hook a brother up, because I lost it when my old laptop got stepped on my some lumbering drunk guy weighing about 210 lbs at a height of 5'6" (on a tall day).  

Reduction - German moshcore along the lines of Kublai Khan.

Sever the Fallen - 90's metalcore that has been in my playlists since the era of mix cds.

Shattered Realm - you'd be hard pressed to find a better beatdown band than the original lineup of this band (which is apparently back with their original singer).

Slamcoke - awesome German slam beatdown.  Their best song has practically every good European toughguy band from 5 years ago in it- Fick die bude kaputt, round 2.

Slaughter to Prevail - Deathcore in a demon mask.  What could be better?

Spite -  IF YOU PUT NOTHING ELSE FROM THIS LIST IN YOUR LIFTING MIX, PUT THIS IN.  I don't even know how to classify this band... maybe what Slipknot could have become if they kept getting more brutal after Iowa.  WELCOME TO HELL.

Stampin'Ground - I really only like one of this UK hardcore band's songs, but it's been in every mix for 15 years- Officer Down.  Unique vocals, but I can't really explain why.

Stigmata - old school hardcore with a bit of a 90s beatdown feel.

Stone Cold Stunner - Kinsasha and Stone Cold Stunner are evil twins separated at birth.  Nakamura vs Stone Cold... to the fucking death.  FUCK YOU AND YOUR GO FUNDMES.  Put this in your fucking playlist immediately or you risk having me drop a fucking stunner on you at a fit expo.

Suicide Silence - deathcore band everyone on Earth knows about.  If you don't, google is your friend.

Sworn Enemy - Metalcore/thrash cossover band you should already know about.  Awesome, and needs no explanation.

Sworn Vengeance - Little known but fucking amazing brutal metalcore band, and the guitarist owns 22nd Street Barbell in Des Moines.  Good people, and fucking sick band I started listening to in 2001 after discovering their CD in a little indie record store in San Diego.

Terror - if you've never heard of Terror, just google them for fuck's sake.

The Browning - weird mix of EDM and deathcore that somehow works well.

The Hell - hardcore supergroup with one of the greatest YOLO anthems of all time, Everybody Dies.  MIGHT AS WELL FUCK SHIT UP WHILE WE'RE ALIVE, CAUSE EVERYBODY DIES, EVERYBODY FUCKING DIES.

The Last Charge - awesome toughguy hardcore

The Projects - YOU NEED THIS BAND IN YOUR LIFE.  Toughguy hardcore in a rap mixtape.  Fucking amazing.

The Red Chord - crazy awesome (especially their first album) deathcore

The Rest Will Fall - Cali moshcore similar to Recognize and Lose None.

Thick as Blood - moshcore done fucking right.  You won't be disappointed if you put any song on your playlist at random.

Third Rail - Brutal PA beatdown hardly anyone knows about, but everyone should.

Those Who Fear - Yeah, they're Christian, but they're brutal fucking downtempo.

Thy Art is Murder - If you don't put Whore To A Chainsaw onto your playlist, then fuck you.

Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza - utterly insane technical metalcore.

Trash Talk - awesome powerviolence.  Shit like Walking Disease always makes it into the mix.

True Temper - beatdown brutality with 90's era vocals and slam/downtempo breakdowns

Turmoil - 90's metallic hardcore legends

Unite and Conquer - if you only add one of their songs, make it Go Fuck Yourself.

Until the End - awesome late 90s/early oughts dual vocal hardcore.

Upon a Burning Body - I only like their first album, but it's great metallic hardcore in the vein of Kublai Khan.

Vampirecunt - amazing and hilarious slam beatdown out of what appears to be the most white trash people ever filmed.

Waking the Cadaver - greatest wigger slam band in the history of the genre, and they'll never be beaten.

War from a Harlots Mouth - crazy technical German metalcore with brutal breaks.

Warhound - if nothing else, you need one song from this band in your playlist- Next Level 
Demonstration 2013.  "All you dumb motherfuckers can keep running your fucking mouths.  You're only making us fucking stronger.  We live for this.  We do this fucking lifestyle.  When you're gone, we'll still be here till the death.  You wonder why none of you have allegiance either.  Everyone complains.  Everyone's got something to say.  That doesn't mean shit unless you do shit, so go do some fucking work."

Wicked World - super brutal sort of numetalcore.  Good shit.

Within Destruction -  SLAM AS FUCK.  Women could miscarry listening to this shit.

Words of Concrete - brutal beatdown out of East Germany.  Their new shit is doooope.

World of Pain - FUCKING SICK beatdown hardcore.  Their entire s/t should be in your playlist, but if nothing else, you need Suffer in there.

World of Tomorrow - German fucking beatdown.  If this shit doesn't do it for you, you might be dead.  Essential.

xDisciplex AD - badass Christian toughguy hardcore band from the late 90s.

xKingx - downtempo that got tuned to the lowest audible register.

xTexas Chainsaw Massacrex - Deathcore bordering on slam, xTCMx has the best of both worlds- badass breaks and actually intelligible vocals.  I love pig squeals far more than most, but whatever the nomenclature used for slamming death metal vocals is, I despise that shit.  These guys bring the fucking insanity with super downtempo breaks and basically sound like what you'd imagine Leatherface would listen to for lullabies.  Warning: Failure to appreciate the brutality of this band may result in a severe drop in free and serum testosterone.

xToiletFlushx - hilarious and insanely good slam beatdown.

Years Spent Cold - super toughguy beatdown



So there you go- that's what essentially comprises my current lifting playlist.  Between that and Tumblr porn, you should have PRs flowing like cum in a gangbang.

Speak up the comments and tell me why I'm fucking wrong, who I forgot, etc.  Bring the hate, motherfuckers.

Juls Borg- 181 lb Powerlifter Who Went 1504 In His First Meet (And Has Been Strength Training For Less Than A Year)

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Jules prior to training and now (before you ask, he's walking around at about 195 these days)

Juls is a 26 year old chiropractic student who makes his living by working as a Krav Maga instructor. After studying law and becoming disgusted with both the legal system and his fellow practitioners, he started to read up on treatment methods for athletes and decided to pursue a bachelor’s and then a master’s degree in the art of breaking someone’s spine.

Besides kicking people in the nuts for a living, he played in 2 death metal bands, one called And I Saw The Desolation (RIP), and Impact36, which he joined in November and replaced the old singer, who had shit vocals and is also a vegetarian.

He’s also an avid Warhammer 40k enthusiast, painting miniatures and annoying people at the Games Workshop with his presence.

I became friends with him over the last year while coaching him in preparation for his first meet, in which he absolutely destroyed his opposition and nearly posted an elite total.

Q: So, bro- you just tore the asshole out of Germany’s best at 181 lbs, right?  What was the meet and what were your lifts?

A: The meet were the nationals of the WPU, the german arm of the GPU. I competed in the 181lbs weight class. I wanted to do it after googling Powerlifting Deutschland when I was 4 months into Destroy the Opposition and being disgusted by the old records, which were lower than my numbers then.

The category I competed in was ‘’classic raw’’, meaning without wraps, which I consider to be an assisting piece of equipment that defeats the purpose of raw lifting. Sleeves were allowed, but I didn’t use them.

After fucking myself up 2 months prior to the meet (I had an accident in a monolift, where I squatted 485 for a single, had my shorts tear and had to shift my weight to the right to re-rack the weight, knocking my hip out of place), I wasn’t able to squat heavy and stuck to belt squats and front squats with the occasional lockouts with 793 lbs. My chiropractor fixed me though, which saved me 2 weeks prior to the meet.

Since I was a bit afraid of fucking up, my opener on the deadlift was 22 lbs lighter as planned, the squat was 44 lbs lighter.

I opened my squat with 440lbs, second attempt at 485 lbs, third attempt at 529 lbs for a PR.
My bench started at 330 lbs, which had the other competitors shitting their pants since I warmed up with 308lbs for a double. After that I benched an easy 374 lbs and got carried away, attempting 407lbs for my third attempt, only to fail halfway through.

My deadlift started at 507 lbs, my second attempt were 551 lbs which flew up easy. I then decided to pull my gym PR, 600lbs, which weren’t hard at all, probably due to the adrenaline, Ferox and ammonia. Fourth attempts weren’t possible during that meet due to time constraints. One of the others dropped 496 lbs on his foot during a sumo pull, which was one of the funnier moments.

I totalled 1504 lbs at my first meet after 9 months of heavy strength training.



Q: Jesus fuck. Only 9 months of heavy training?  Give us a rundown of how you’ve trained over the years.

A: I started with Krav Maga and Escrima 7 years ago, which I did 6 days a week with a 3h intensive course every 3 weeks on Sunday. After getting thrown around a lot since I was 150lbs, I decided to start weight training in mid 2015, although I had no fucking idea what I was doing and no idea how to eat. The trainers at the gym told me to eat a lot of carbs and do a high repetition machine and isolation exercise training, no squatting and deadlifting because of injury risks, no overhead pressing, 10-15 rep range on 4 exercises for 3 sets a day and 4 days a week. No progress was made at all, and I dropped weight training for half a year since it was pointless. I restarted to do the same shit in 2016, this time 5 days a week and trying to squat, which were probably the worst high bar quarter squats you’ve ever seen. In my defense I didn’t use the pussy pad.

After doing a bit of reading I found Layne Norton’s PHAT program, which I did for 3 months, which had me deadlifting for the first time and squatting regularly, where I figured out how to squat like a normal human. In 2017 I wanted a change since I got fed up with the program and the nutrition part was lacking too, since I was still on the high carb train.

I then found this blog, started reading and I was interested by the notion of doing more, going heavy and actually killing yourself in the gym. I started training the way it was outlined in this blog and behold, I was actually making progress, both visually and in the numbers.


It's not just Juls making crazy progress on the APD and Chaos and Pain- his girlfriend, Gina, has dropped 55lbs over the last 6 months using the APD and training her ass off.

Q: How’d you even find out about Chaos and Pain, anyway?

A: It’s actually a quite funny thing. Since I was doing the PHAT routine at the time and going to Krav Maga 5 to 6 times a week, some trainer at my gym said I was overtraining. So I googled ‘’overtraining is bullshit’’. I ended up on reddit of all places, and someone mentioned someone called Jamie Lewis and Chaos and Pain.

Googling that, I found your blog and started reading, I probably devoured the blog in less than 5 days. I was pretty amused by the fact that you shat on vegetarians, nofap, the latter running, as I learned a few days ago, rampant among younger lifters, runners and other assorted vermin.

I then found out you guys were an actual supplement company, and ordered a Ferox off a german reseller. It blew the Hyde I had out of the water.



Q: Ha!  The "assorted vermin" comment has me chuckling.  Redditors generally hate me more than Tara Reid hates sobriety.  That’s amusing.  I’ll have to google the Norton program- I’ve never heard of it.  Anyway, what’s your plan going forward?  Are you planning on competing again soon?  Any fights coming up?

A: I will try to get the 661 lbs in the deadlift until November, besides that my goal is to become stronger, bigger and leaner while not fucking myself up in that piece of shit monolift, which I surely won’t use again. We’ll also try to get the band going, we have an album planned for this year, which is going into pre-production in a few weeks. I will also try to put more emphasis on grinding out knots to prevent injury, which I often forget because I am a lazy bastard who prefers to do other shit at home, and I’d rather shoot myself before I start flopping around on the floor at the gym like some autistic faggot instead of actually training.
My next competition is the European Championship of the GPU, where I intend to rape the rest of the continent in the 181 lbs while totalling at least 1565 lbs.
Krav Maga isn’t competitive, so the only fights I will be having are bar fights or whatever happens at hardcore shows.

Q:  I fucking hate monolifts, too- it's like trying to start a squat while in the middle of a fucking earthquake.  I'd sooner squat standing on a fucking Bosu ball, and that is one hell of a packed schedule you've got on your hands.  Anyway, since you have had such success as a new powerlifter, do you have any advice for a struggling or new powerlifter? Also what do you recommend for bench, since you managed a 180 kg bench in under a year?

Well, the advice I have is the one that I was missing before, eat a shitton of protein and train your ass off, heavy weights and a lot of volume. Also don’t skimp on conditioning, be it sprints, heavy bag work, sleigh drags, whatever. It helped me tremendously with short rest in between sets.

The realization that the lifts are a movement that vary from person to person and that ‘’ideal form’’ is only possible in a textbook was eye-opening for me.

For the bench press, I did a lot of weighted dips, sitting now at 155lbs for 8 sets of 6, with a minute rest in between, whereas on light days I just do 500 bodyweight dips with 15 secs in between. Also treating the close grip bench press as a push accessory instead of a substitute for the bench press helped me with developing tricep strength, which was lagging behind since I didn’t press for a long time due to having a shit program.


The Apex Predator Diet does a body good.

Q: Conditioning, is key?  Interesting- I never do it outside of regular training at a fast pace, but I think that's an excellent point.  Also excellent point about the value of weighted dips- most people (myself included) tend to forget about them.  
 Alright, time to ask the question that every Redditor and Bodybuilding.com poster is fucking screaming at his laptop.  I imagine them just shaking with impotent rage, woozy with exhaustion from the effort of standing and shaking their fist, spittle spraying across the screen as they scream a single word- "STEROIDS!" If you don't mind, why not go ahead and tell these goofballs why they should take a big step back and literally fuck their own faces.

A: I'm on HRT (hormone replacement therapy) due to an injury I suffered while sparring in Krav Maga.  Without going into all theory, testicle rupturing details, my cup did not save the day one day.  I've been on 200mg of testosterone enanthate for the last three years as a result. 


Q: 200mg of test e a week?  And people say I run crazy low amounts, haha.  I'm sure the aforementioned collection of incels are still going to have "natty or not" convos about you and claim that you can't achieve that level of leanness without "eating clen and trenning hard," but there's nothing to be done about those useless little nofapping fucktards anway.  While we're at it, and I don't give a fuck that this isn't germane to the topic at hand behind the establishment of a particular mindset, how about you give us your favorite book, movie, album, quote, and kink/genre of porn?

A: Nonfiction: Bruce Tegner's Complete Book of Self Defense
Fiction: Unremembered Empire (Warhammer 40k) by Dan Abnett
Movie: Same as you, The Devil's Rejects
Favorite album: This is a tie. Either Erebos by Hate or Destroy the Opposition by Dying Fetus.
Quote: "He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee."
Porn: Anything when the chick is tied up/restrained/hogtied.

I have no idea what he's talking about.  That exists?

Q:Well, it's time to wrap this up, so how about you tell everyone about your exciting evening the other day, hahaha.  That’s a pretty awesome story.

A: Since I have to drive a lot due to my studies I decided to train at a gym on the way home, which entirely unlit. So I had to walk a narrow path back to my car, in the snow, while wearing a heavy winter jacket which obscured any body details. Considering I couldn’t see much, I pushed the button on my car key to know where I had to go. After arriving to my car, I put my bag on the ground and had someone grab my ass. Thinking that someone tries to steal my wallet, I turned around, hitting whoever in the nose with my right palm and kneeing that person in the stomach and face, only to see someone else run or rather stumble away in the snow. Not bothering to run after the guy I watched the dude lying on the ground and called the police. They took the guy in, asked me around 3 times for a description of the other guy, which I couldn’t give since I didn’t see shit, and told them they should ask the guy they picked off the floor for a description of his buddy. At least they didn’t tell me to accompany them. The two chucklefucks must have thought I was one of the bigger chicks training at that particular gym, since it didn’t play out like a robbery, but more like an attempted rape/groping. According to the police they must have been watching the place, since in the evening, the place is full of women. The cops told me I’ll hear from them, but the incident is a few weeks ago and I didn’t hear anything, same thing as with my bike tires that were stolen 2 years back. I know that I’ll avoid that particular place in the future, non consensual anal sex isn’t on my to-do list in the near future.

Hahahahaha.  Awesome.  Well, there you have it- the man himself explaining how he totaled 1504lbs in his first powerlifting meet.  For those of you who have been following the resurrected Chaos and Pain podcast, Juls is the one who recorded our new intro.  Nothing like having the physique to match your brutal vocals.

Coming up, I've got a baddest motherfuckers, the second part of my long-abandoned training for the apocalypse series, another article about my current methods, and a stewroids article. 

Go be epic.

If You Pass On Hot Sauce, You Pass On Gainz

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This is the majority of my hot sauce collection at present, save for what I have in the fridge. Before you ask, I've not yet opened Shit Your Bed or Jason's Own.

I've covered the topic in passing in the past, but I still don't believe that my appreciation for, and subsequent belief that you should share that love for, pungent foods.  I realize that most of you think pungent is a worst reserved for shit that stinks, but according to the dictionary and science, pungent refers to anything you would traditionally think of as "spicy."  That includes chili peppers, ginger, horseradish, mustard seeds, wasabi, black pepper, Indian long pepper, szechwan pepper, and a variety of other delicious shit, and in addition to making your food delicious, pungent foods have a crazy array of health benefits ranging from improving the effectiveness of other chemicals you ingest to increased metabolism to the wholesale Vlad the Impaler-style slaughter of cancer, and they serve to separate the pussies from everyone else, because if you can't handle spiciness, you probably can't handle anything cool.  The same type of people who think Eddie Murphy Raw is "too vulgar" and vastly prefer the comedic stylings of Jeff Dunham and other sundry clean comedians, people who prefer Michael Bolton to Cannibal Corpse, the people who willingly buy a beige Toyota Camry... those are the people who prefer their food bland and avoid pungent foods.  In short, pussies and generally terrible, fat fucking people with low IQs and low testosterone (Begue).

Pretty spot on in my house.

I suppose their one claim to preeminence is that their assholes aren't constantly being seared shut when they shit.  Balderdash, say I!  The asshole-scorching goodness that comes with a pungent meal lets you know that your b-hole won't be too hairy if someone decides to toss your salad and that any unhealthy bacteria is going to be murdered all to death.  So in an effort to spread the toilet-searing pungency love, we're gonna cover all the ways you can get the job done, and exactly why it would behoove you to do so.

And by the way:
"'Although you feel like it’s burning [when you eat spicy foods], it’s actually a trick of the mind,' he says, adding that spicy foods do not cause any physical harm to a well-functioning digestive system. [Emphasis mine]
The chef explains that fiery food tastes hot because chemical molecules, such as capsaicin, excite pain receptors on your tongue that are linked to the sensation of temperature, not because it’s burning off your tastebuds. 'It’s more of a sensation of heat than something physical. Interestingly, spearmint actually hits on the same receptor, creating a sense of cold.' 
Chef Phillips says spicy food lovers aren’t born with an affinity for hot sauce. Rather, it’s acquired over time, as capsaicin and other spicy food molecules deplete a neurotransmitter called substance P, which is responsible for sending pain signals to the brain" (Sweet).
So there's no need to worry that you're going to fuck yourself up by kicking up the pungency level of your food a few notches- i.e. don't be a pussy about this and just do it.


Burns So Good In So Many Ways
I will do my best to be as comprehensive as possible here, but I am certain  there is no way I will manage to hit all of the ways you can light your taste buds up like you were napalming a village of people in some far-away jungle who are sitting around listening to music that sounds like whales raping each other while completely unaware of the existence of the United States.  Yeah, your ass is gonna burn in ways you didn't think were possible outside of an anal-only gangbang, because as it turns out there is a hell of a lot more pungent shit out there than just Sriracha and black pepper.  Let's take a look at what's out there.



The Mustard Family
Love 'em or hate 'em, there are a lot of members of this family of plants that will blow your sinuses open like you filled a Netti Pot with Greek Fire.  This family contains a wide range of plants, but the ones with which we are concerned contains allyl isothiocyanate (AITC).  Found in your favorite nasal-scorching condiments like wasabi, horseradish, brown and black mustard (but not white/yellow mustard, which contains sinalbin rather than AITC), and radish.  This shit, unlike the capsaicin in chilies or the active ingredients in peppercorns, hits you in the sinuses rather than the mouth.  We've all been there- a mouthful of wasabi or Chinese yellow mustard has your eyes tearing up like you just got whacked in the nose with a bit of rebar in a street fight, and any sinus congestion you may have had instantly dissipates.  The health benefits of mustard oil go way beyond making Flonase look like dirty bathwater though.  Check it out:

  • it makes Advil it's punk bitch, because its anti-inflammatory properties are fucking insane (Wagner)
  • the precursor to AITC, sinigrin, is also found in all of these veggies and may be an extremely potent nootropic (though the only evidence I could find of this is that it makes you much less retarded when whacked off your face on ketamine) (Yadav)
  • clears up colds and the flu in a fucking hurry, and might even cure your athlete's foot- this shit will slaughter anything in your body that's not supposed to be there (including listeria, E. coli, and staph) due to it's insanely strong antimicrobial and antifungal properties (Chacon)
  • makes you less of a fatass, because it drastically improves insulin sensitivity (Ahn)



Black Pepper (which also includes white and green)
We've all used it.  We all know what it tastes like.  What you might not have known is that all of the colors of peppercorns are all the same basic thing- the black peppercorn is a green (ripe) peppercorn that's been dried, while the green peppercorn that is canned or otherwise preserved to retain its color, and the white peppercorn is just the seed of the pepper plant with the black bit removed.  They all have slightly different flavors, but the thing that makes them awesome remains the same- piperine.
Piperine doesn't do much on its own, but it is a badass companion to other shit you might ingest.  Its main claim to fame is its ability to drastically increase the bioavailability of just about everything, and increase the length of time compounds remain active in your system (Han, Shoba).  Yeah, bro- that means adding it to your food all day long makes almost everything you take that day hit harder, from your fat burner to your test booster to your joint supplement (this shit increases the effectiveness of curcumin by 2000%).  It also increases digestion, has antimicrobial properties, and improves mental function, so grab that pepper shaker and make it fucking rain (Organic Facts).

Surprise- you can actually eat ginger.  I thought it was just for figging.

Ginger (and Grains of Paradise)
If you're like me and thought ginger was just reserved for shitty cookies and figging, you and I would both be wildly incorrect.  Outside of those two things, I only really respected the spiciness of ginger after trying some ginger ale in South Carolina that will peel your fucking wig back- Blenheim Ginger Ale.  I took one swig of that and thought I'd been poisoned.  Seriously, Everclear goes down like water compared to Blenheim.  If fire and gonorrhea fucked and had a baby in the form of a soda, that soda would be what you drank to chase Blenheim in the hopes it would wash away the pain.  That pain was caused by the volatile oils gingerol and paradol found in ginger.  Gingerol is fucking badass, because not only can you use it in BDSM to fire up someone's holes, it:

  • fucks up inflammation so hard that it can drastically reduce the symptoms of rheumatoid arthritis (Funk).  The sore elbows you get from heavy benching can be a thing of the past if you chow down on ginger on the regular.  Seriously- gingerol was shown in clinical trials to be as effective as ibuprofin in reducing menstrual cramps, and actually improves digestive health rather than burning a hole in your guts (Ozgoli).
  • keeps you from being a diabetes-ridden fatass with cellulite on your face and sadness in your heart- it lowers bodyfat, blood sugar, free fatty acids, LDL cholesterol, and all of the other horrible shit that comes with being a disgusting pile of blubber (Naami)
  • raises testosterone levels and increases testicular size.  Yep- you will likely get more swole and rock a better hardon by including a fuckton of ginger in your diet (Kamtchouing).
Paradol, which is the active ingredient in Grains of Paradise and is also found in ginger, is aromatic ketone that brings the fucking ruckus as well.  Because I'm sure you guys are unaware of Grains of Paradise's existence (I recently discovered it because my girlfriend has it in a pepper shaker and wondered what in the fuck I'd seasoned my ribs with), it's often confused with black pepper and to me tastes like a milder black pepper.  Frankly, it is worth adding to fucking everything in addition to black pepper, because it:
  • increases total body energy expenditure dramatically... meaning it will make you fat less fat just by adding it to your food (Sugita)
  • may raise testosterone levels in humans (because it sure fucking seems to in rats) (Akpanabiatu)
  • balances blood sugar so well it's used as a cure (not a treatment for it, a goddamned cure) for diabetes in Africa (Ezuruike) 




Long Pepper
Never heard of it?  I hadn't either until an episode of one of my two favorite podcasts (Milk Street Radio) encouraged me to get out there and investigate the great wide world of peppers out there.  Long pepper is actually spicier than black pepper and was the preferred pepper of Europe until the fourteenth century.  After that, it was replaced by chilies coming from the New World because it has a similar flavor and pungency to chilies.  The shit that brings the heat in the long pepper is piperlonguime (PPL), and it's a fucking beast. It:

  • improves brain health like a motherfucker (Prasad)
  • is the Robin to other stuff's Batman.  Like piperine, it enhances the bioavailablity of various pharmaceuticals and supplements (Patel)
  • fights inflammation like a firefighter fighting a last stand in a forest fire (Prasad)
  • makes you forget there is even such a thing as prostate cancer, because it effectively kills it at the start (Golovine)
  • jacks up your fat metabolism to keep you lean and mean (Prasad) 



Chili Peppers
They are the bane of the existence of every lame person on the planet, and they are the thing that unites interesting and useful people- the chili pepper.  Long the primary seasoning component in the Americas, these amazing flavor bombs have become a staple food in every corner of the world.  Chili peppers are amazing because of the shit that makes them burn going in and coming back out- capsaicin.  Capsaicin's chief benefit is that it separates you from the people who ought to be rounded up and sent to work camps where they're only allowed to wear grey and listen to John Mayer while they work themselves into dessicated husks (but they'd die happy knowing they're safe from ever having to eat delicious food or have an interesting conversation or good sex). Adding capsaicin the form of hot sauce or peppers does wonders for your body, as it:

  • increases your metabolism to counterbalance a caloric deficit.  in other words, when your metabolism would otherwise slow to a stop because you're eating like a 1980s era bodybuilder and training yourself half to death, capsaicin ramps your metabolism back up to ensure your fat holocaust continues unabated (Janssens).
  • may increase aerobic performance (Oh)
  • and is a kickass cure-all remedy for just about any goddamned ailment you might have- fuck Eddy Murphy's dad's remedy of using "the Tussin" for everything.  When in doubt, add hot sauce, because capsaicin improves mood, reduces pain, reduces inflammation, reduces itching, and has cancer-fighting properties (Carollo).


I literally googled "fistful of cayenne" and google came back with Cayenne Klein getting fisted.  I love Google's algorhyms- they know me so well.

There are a ton of other peppers and pungent plants out there worth incorporating in your food, because they're all seriously good for you.  Here's an incomplete list for you to investigate at your leisure, but you'll find all of them have have some mixture of anti-inflammatory, anti-microbial, fat destroying, and generally health improving benefits (feel free to clue us into shit you like in the comments or just hate on the whole article because you're a whiny bitch who hates delicious food): 

  • Grains of Selim (tastes a lot like grains of paradise)
  • Tasmanian Pepper (which is sweet and then hot, then leaves numbness like Sichuan Pepper)
  • Cubeb Pepper (like a cross between allspice and black pepper)
  • West African Pepper (tastes like cubeb)
  • Szechwan Pepper (hot as shit, smells like literal heaven, and makes your mouth numb)
  • Pink Peppercorn (mild and black pepper-like, though related to the cashew)
  • Brazilian Peppercorn (pepper-like, and like the pink peppercorn can cause allergic reactions)


According to Reddit, this entire article is a hate crime.  And I refuse to google "xd"- I just despise every person who uses it and live in the knowledge that whatever it means, it's the sole purview of people whom I loathe.

So the takeaway is that if you're not making your food as pungent as possible, you're a stupid fuck and a pussy, and you have no one to blame for your fatness, athlete's foot, low T, and stupidity but yourself.  Only bland people like bland food.  Don't be bland, and for fuck's sake don't be fat. 

Pungency is Power. 

Sources:
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Akpanabiatu MI, Ekpo ND, Ufot UF, Udoh NM, Akpan EJ, Etuk EU.  Acute toxicity, biochemical and haematological study of Aframomum melegueta seed oil in male Wistar albino rats.  J Ethnopharmacol. 2013 Nov 25;150(2):590-4.

Bègue L, Bricout V, Boudesseul J, Shankland R, Duke AA.  Some like it hot: testosterone predicts laboratory eating behavior of spicy food.  Physiol Behav. 2015 Feb;139:375-7.

Carollo, Kim.  The World's Hottest Pepper: Brings Pleasure and Pain Relief.  ABC News.  20 Feb 2012.  Web.  15 May 2014.  http://abcnews.go.com/Health/capsaicin-ingredient-hot-peppers-offers-medical-benefits/story?id=15727011

Chacon PA1, Buffo RA, Holley RA.  Inhibitory effects of microencapsulated allyl isothiocyanate (AIT) against Escherichia coli O157:H7 in refrigerated, nitrogen packed, finely chopped beef.  Int J Food Microbiol. 2006 Apr 1;107(3):231-7.

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Golovine KV, Makhov PB, Teper E, Kutikov A, Canter D, Uzzo RG, Kolenko VM.  Piperlongumine induces rapid depletion of the androgen receptor in human prostate cancer cells.  Prostate. 2013 Jan;73(1):23-30. doi: 10.1002/pros.22535. Epub 2012 May 16.

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Oh TW, Oh TW, Ohta F.  Dose-dependent effect of capsaicin on endurance capacity in rats.  Br J Nutr. 2003 Sep;90(3):515-20.

Organic Facts.  9 amazing facts about black pepper.  Organic Facts.
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Baddest Motherfuckers Ever: Harry "The Handcuff King" Houdini

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Pretty dapper for a badass.

There have been a great many badass, blow-up-your-sorry-ass-with-a-fireball wizards throughout the ages, from the limp-wristed, Harry Potter-esque Merlin to psychotic Russian demagogue Rasputin to the Antichrist Aleister Crowley.  None of them, however, possessed a combination of characteristics so diverse that they were essentially a combination of Bruce Lee, David Blaine, Evel Kneivel, lunatic carny extraordinaire Frank "Cannonball" Richards, and the entire cast of Mythbusters.  That bizarre distinction is the sole mantle of the greatest escape artist and all-around baddest motherfucker in history, Harry Houdini.

Houdini don't play no shit, you feel me? Houdini never been about that, never ever been about playin' no shit.

I realize that when one thinks of wizards and magicians, they're thinking of some slack-jawed bitch who would get his ass kicked by a cardboard cutout of a Warhammer dwarf.  Clerics fall into the same category in my book- if there's no melee weapon employed, they can get fucked, and that twig Harry Potter waves about like he's fucking Lord of the Dance wouldn't even make a decent stabbing weapon.  All of this shit flies out the window when Houdini walks into the room, however, because that man was harder than underground Greek gay porn and in better shape than just about anyone you know.


You're skeptical.  That's fine- I was dubious until I discovered that Houdini could jump off a bridge into an icy river cuffed and weighted down by 35 pounds of chains, then swim to shore completely unharmed.  That is some shit that would have made Teddy Roosevelt stop in his tracks in wonderment in spite of the fact that Roosevelt swam the Potomac every morning bare-assed.  Like our greatest President, Houdini was also a serious fucking problem for anyone who wanted to scrap, as Houdini was a badass boxer and train jiu-jitsu for an hour each day.


Most people credit Houdini's success as the world's greatest escapologist to his Dean Karnazes-esque superfitness.  At a time when most Americans and Brits busied themselves being skinnier than a dope fiend ten years into their habit, Houdini exercised like it was his penance for having been Ivan the Terrible in a past life.  The result was a prolific series of competitions and athletic feats even the über-athlete Jim Thorpe would have considered fucking insane.
"As a teenager in New York City, Houdini was a member of several athletic organizations, competing in bicycle races, foot races, and boxing matches. He would plunge into the fast-moving East River to get his swimming fix, and running a ten-mile circuit in Central Park was an effortless feat for him. He tried out for the U.S. Olympic swim team as a teen (he didn't make the cut), by 17 he was already an amateur boxer, and by the time he turned 18, he had beaten Sidney Thomas, a British racing champion, in a 20-mile race" (Flicker). 
All of this was achieved with “vigorous self-training, to enable me to do remarkable things with my body, to make not one muscle or a group of muscles, but every muscle, a responsive worker, quick and sure…” (McKay).
Harry Houdini fucking around with heavyweight champ Jack Dempsey and lightweight champ Benny Leonard.  Those of you with fight experience will notice he's set up for inside trips on both dudes, even as they're goofing around.

I realize you might be calling bullshit in the same way any thinking person screams "bullshit" internally upon hearing Trump brag about any business-related successes, since Houdini allegedly died from a single punch to the stomach... or did he?  We'll cover that later, but in the meantime be aware that Houdini was roundly considered to be a badass boxer.  In his single pro fight, Houdini beat the fucking brakes off the future bantamweight champion of the world in an unsanctioned bout on a barge in the East River- that is how they got down before the Queensbury rules were adopted.  Pulitzer Prize-winning superjournalist and author Ken Silverman remarked at one point that Houdini himself thought he would have taken the title instead of his vanquished opponent if his career hadn't been derailed by an illness, and that is believable, given how he trained- his "practice sessions were so constant, so all-consuming that he would frequently forget to eat and bathe; his wife Bess had to remind him to change his underwear" (Ibid).

Upon reflection, maybe being a prison bitch wouldn't be such a bad time after all.

Everyone reading this article is likely of the opinion that they train harder than anyone they know- I know I fucking am.  Houdini makes me look like a punk prison bitch by comparison to his routine, however.  The dude almost never slept more than four hours a night, and even then would awaken at random and scribble notes in a notebook like he had the world's worst case of hypergraphia every time he had an idea.  His daily routine, though, is what makes us all look like giant bitches:
"Savoring the serene atmosphere, Harry turned his attention inward. He felt completely alive and awake, though he had slept only four hours. His mind was perfectly clear. He sensed his blood circulating, and detected a steady vibration running throughout his body. He slowly inhaled the fresh morning air, feeling its energy entering through his heels and pores, circulating up his spine, over the top of his head and, exhaling, through his tongue, heart, lungs, solar plexus, down the front of his body and back down to his feet. He focused on this for a few minutes, then went back inside and drank a glass of mineral water. 
Closing the bedroom door, he padded silently into the grand parlor, cartwheeled onto the large blue-and-yellow carpet and walked on his hands back and forth across the room. He'd walked on his hands daily since he was nine years old, when he billed himself "Harry, Prince of the Air," and had played local carnivals as an acrobatic contortionist whose specialty was bending backward and picking up needles with his eyelids.  
After an hour of gymnastics, he again stood still. Letting his sweat dry, he cooled down by quietly imitating the breathing patterns of the heron, the deer and the turtle. Then he went into the bathroom, filled the alabaster bathtub with cold water and drowned himself. Drawing mind and energy inward, intentionally slowing his internal functions, he held his breath, submerged, for five-and-a-half minutes. 
Drying off with a towel, he returned to the rug and practiced ju-jitsu for an hour, feeling each movement coiling through his bare feet, spiraling up through his joints and emerging in the hands. He devoted the next forty-five minutes to hands and fingers exclusively -- rolling silver dollars clockwise and counterclockwise over his knuckles, palming and producing poker-sized playing cards with both sides of both hands. 
Sitting in the large armchair for fifteen minutes, he tied and untied knots with his toes, without looking, while mentally counting backwards from three hundred by threes.
He spent the next fifteen minutes exercising his internal organs. As he had learned from early apprenticeship with Thardo the Poison Eater, he threaded a small potato onto a string and gently swallowed it. When it had settled in his empty stomach, he walked around the room, on his feet this time, and then sat down and performed ambidextrous tears and switches with folded pieces of paper, while looking straight ahead and quietly reciting "Kubla Khan,""Casey at the Bat," and "The Song of Hiawatha." After he had both moved and spoken normally for a quarter of an hour, he carefully began to work his peristaltic muscles and gently refluxed the potato back up his gullet and into his hand.
It was not yet eight o'clock when he finished, feeling supercharged, and as though he had already lived an entire day while the rest of the world was asleep" (Saltman "Routine").
Having this degree of muscle control definitely could not hurt in the gym.

If that doesn't impress the living shit out of you, I highly doubt you're able to be impressed, because you're just a corpse staring at the screen with no comprehension of what you've read.  In the event that you're unfamiliar with Maxick and Monte Saldo, they were a pair of short guys who were 150lbs-ish, ripped to the fucking bone, and so strong that the Redditors screeching "manlet!" at their monitors right now would have died simply from impugning the badassery of the two.  In any event, these guys invented what was called Maxalding, which was a system of isometric exercises that would give practitioners a level of muscular control the likes of which you cannot conceive- they could literally flex one half of their abs and leave the other abs completely relaxed, or suck them into a vacuum (as the guy above is doing).  Frankly, we could all stand to practice the shit, because it likely accounted for a considerable portion of both of their superhuman strength, and it was part of Houdini's secret to success. 

Maybe I'm alone in thinking this, but the dude had a crazy set of traps and neck for a tiny guy.
“He had control of every single muscle in his body," Hirschfeld continued. "Even this little ring of muscles right in the center of his palms. He had really inordinate control of the muscles of his body. I mean, he would show me how he could swell his wrists, you know, before they put handcuffs on them. I’m sure there was more to it than that, but he did have complete control. He used to take his hand and show me little muscles in the center of his hand that he could pop up. He could put his hand down flat and pick up a dime or a quarter. I used to try to practice that, but I could never see any muscles in the center of my hand. It was really remarkable” (Saltman "Routine").
And it wasn't just that he had control of every muscle in his body than most people have control of their fork while stuffing their fat faces, or that he could outrace the best runners or outbox world champions, or even the fact that he did an hour of jujitsu a day at a time when hardly anyone in America could place Japan on a map (not unlike today, I suppose)- Houdini had a nearly superhuman ability to endure pain.  In an odd coincidence, one of the most renown sports team doctors is also the world's biggest magic collector, and his name was Dr. Robert J. Albo (he died in 2011).  Just prior to his death, Albo was interviewed about the escape-artist extraordinaire and he said this of Houdini: "Soldiers run across battlefields and get shot and not even know it until afterwards due to the adrenaline rush.  Athletes are much the same," said Albo.  He compared the situation to Houdini's ability to ignore pain: "He had learned to live with pain" (Chapman 126-127).

“When I am stripped and manacled, nailed securely within a weighted packing case and thrown into the sea, or when I am buried alive under six feet of earth, it is necessary to preserve absolute serenity of spirit….If I grow panicky I am lost.”  
Not bad advice for anyone about to attempt a huge PR on the squat, either.

The man was a genuine lunatic when it came to pain- whether he was a masochist, a self-mutilator, or just a man who hated to fucking lose so much he'd endure anything is up for debate, but the man was in it to win it.  "Houdini would accept nearly any challenge thrown at him. Audience members would bring all manner of handcuffs, locks, and chains to his shows and groups would come up with bizarre tests of his prowess, like asking to chain him to a lit cannon" (McKay).  This meant he'd have to endure shit like cuffs so tight he couldn't bend his wrists and they'd cut off circulation to his hands and pinch his skin.  He'd be tied so tightly with ropes a chick from HogTied.com would be screaming her safe word because she couldn't feel her extremities and would fear they'd go necrotic, but Houdini just toughed it the fuck out and would emerge from his restraints an hour later out of breath, with bloodshot eyes, and covered in bruises.  Zero fucks were given- all that mattered was being the best.


In one show, Houdini's ankle snapped while being loaded into a water torture cell.  Not only did he tell the doc to fuck off and refuse the hospital, but the man did the escape on a broken ankle... and then made his own split and leg brace out of whatever was handy and kept touring.  In another, a bunch of dickhead longshoremen apparently got a little busy with kidney punches while loading him into a canvas bag (seems like people actually had to work to be famous back in the day, rather than just being a vapid cunt who posts stupid pictures of themselves with digital dog ears and shit).  Thereafter, Houdini found himself pissing blood, and his ever put-upon doctor issued more directions to Houdini that he spurned harder than sobriety by Tara Reid.  
“It is my duty to inform you that by continuing your present regimen you would be committing suicide. You must reconcile yourself to the fact that your strenuous days are over…If you continue at present, you will be dead within the year,” the doctor gravely intoned.  “You don’t know me,” Houdini replied with a shrug. He took two weeks off and then went back at it with his usual aplomb. For the next 15 years, the magician sent the doctor photos and news clippings of his dangerous exploits along with a note: “Still alive and going strong” (McKay).

You have to love that man's zero fucks given attitude and his dedication to being the best, no matter what.  He refused to be outdone- if he'd heard a tall tale about Paul Bunyan escaping armed lumberjacks while chained and shackled Houdini would have attempted it while afflicted with dysentery just to up the difficulty.  It didn't matter what the stunt had to be- Houdini was alway out to leave his audience stunned at the superhuman shit he had done.  Tragically, the combination of his unerring drive to be the best and his staunch determination to ignore the advice of anyone bearing a caduceus were his undoing.  At the end of his shows, Houdini had a habit of showing off his wrought iron abs by inviting people in the audience to punch him in the stomach... which usually left them with bruised knuckles.  Due to his practice of muscle control, he could bot swell and flex his abs (which I'm sure he used to violently strike the puncher by flexing out at the point of impact), so he apparently took more pleasure in this feat than a NAMBLA member does in walking past a schoolyard at lunchtime.  Though certain Houdini experts refuse to believe it (and apparently violently dispute it), Houdini stated to his friends after one show, "I let a college kid punch me in the stomach and he caught me wrong and it's killing me" (Saltman "Stomach").  Unbeknownst to Houdini, he had burst his appendix, and in spite of a 104 degree fever continued performing for several more days.  By the time he finally relented and went to the hospital for suregery, it was too late, and he died of peritonitis.


After that biography, some of you might still be wondering why I decided to include Houdini amongst guys like Bruce Lee and Ken Patera, George Hackenschmidt and Bruno Sammartino.  It's the will that makes the lifter- not the program, not the diet, not their upbringing or the political system in which they live.  It is nothing more than the will to fucking win, and that is the reason Harry Houdini is one of the baddest motherfuckers to ever live.

“I want to be first. I vehemently want to be first. First in my profession…  For that I give all the thought, all the power, that is in me. To stand at the head of my rank: it is all I ask…  so I have struggled and fought. I have done and abstained; I have tortured my body and risked my life, only for that– to have one plank on the stage where they must fall back and cry ‘Master!’….I am strong, as you see; strong in flesh, but my will has been stronger than my flesh

I have struggled with iron and steel, with locks and chains; I have burned, drowned, and frozen till my body has become almost insensible to pain; I have done things which rightly I could not do, because I said to myself, ‘You must;’ and now I am old at 36. 
A man is only a man, and the flesh revenges itself. Yet the will is its master when the will is strong enough. Do you think that these religious martyrs- the willing martyrs-those in India, say- who torture themselves by driving hooks through their flesh and swinging suspended- do you think they suffer pain? I say ‘No; they do not.’ I have proved it in myself. 

To think vehemently of a thing, of the feat, that conquers the pain- some kinds of pain. If the thought is intense enough, the pain goes- for a time. Sometimes the task before me is very hard. Not every night, but sometimes. I must fling myself down and writhe; I must strive with every piece of force I possess; I bruise and batter myself against the floor, the walls; I strain and sob and exhaust myself, and begin again, and exhaust myself again; but do I feel pain? Never. How can I feel pain? There is no place for it. All my mind is filled with a single thought-to get free! Get free! And the intoxication of that freedom, that success is sublime.” 
-Harry Houdini

Sources:
Chapman, Mike.  Wrestling Tough.  Champaign: Human Kinetics, 2005.

Flicker, Jonah.  Your wimpy workout has nothing on Houdini's bizarre training regimen.  Studio @ Gizmodo.  18 Aug 2014.  Web.  8 Oct 2017.  http://studioatgizmodo.kinja.com/your-wimpy-workout-has-nothing-on-houdinis-bizarre-trai-1613321041

McKay, Brett and Kate.  Lessons in manliness from Harry Houdini.  Art of Manliness.  20 Dec 2010.  Web.  8 Oct 2017.  http://www.artofmanliness.com/2010/12/20/lessons-in-manliness-from-harry-houdini/

Saltman, David.  Houdini's iron stomach.  The Houdini File.  27 Jun 2013.  Web.  8 Oct 2017.  http://www.houdinifile.com/2013/06/houdinis-iron-stomach.html

Saltman, David.  Houdini's practice routine.  The Houdini File.  10 Oct 2013.  http://www.houdinifile.com/2013/10/houdinis-practice-routine.html


Baddest Workouts Ever- Jeff King

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[This is something I wrote for original content for my ebook Issuance of Insanity 2, but somehow the article I wrote to post today didn't save last night for some unknown reason, so I'm dropping this one to give you guys something to read until I get "Your Fat Is Unequivocally Your Fault #6- I'll Accept A Dose Of AIDS Before I'll Accept Some Asshole's Fat Being Rammed In My Face" completely rewritten.  To say it's ranty is to say Michael Jackson's diddling of Corey Feldman seems to have had a bit of a lasting effect, and it's jammed with more porn than I've ever put in a blog, because pouring bleach in your eyes is a bad idea.]


We all probably wish we looked like we were photoshopped, but for most of us, that's merely a distant and ephemeral dream. Not so, however, for the biggest, baddest, freakiest motherfucker of whom you’ve never heard- Jeff King. Many reasons for this have been bandied about for why he abandoned bodybuilding, but King was, in his prime, considered to be an uncrowned Mr. Olympia even as an
amateur. He had quads as big and detailed as Tom Platz with an upper body to match, and the biggest, most vascular neck anyone’s ever seen. He apparently dropped out of bodybuilding due to the politics of the sport, and as such we never got to see the best of him. That’s pretty horrifying, given the fact that Jeff King would likely have produced a physique that would never be replicated, and might have rivalled Ronnie Coleman for strength at his peak. In the picture above, for instance, King is only 22 years old and 230 lbs.- as such, he'd have another 20 years to pack on mass and gain muscle maturity if his career lasted as long as Ronnie Coleman. What he would have looked like at that point is mere fantasy, but that fantasy really could be considered a nightmare, since the sight of the man probably would have reduced the average passer-by to a pile of sobbing mush. 



King's legs were perhaps his most impressive bodypart, as they were absolutely enormous, and comparisons of 1980s bodybuilders are often drawn between King and Tom Platz. His training regimen for legs was pretty unique, much like Platz's, and consisted of a three part cycle in which he'd do anywhere from four to ten reps per set and max out once every two weeks (King, Colescott). He trained each bodypart twice a week on a schedule that looked like this (King): 

Day One- Chest, Back, Abs, and Neck
Day Two- Legs, Calves
Day Three- Shoulders, Biceps, Triceps, Abs, and Neck
Day Four- Off

In the off-season, King's training differed somewhat from in-season, though he'd stick with the same basic exercises and just not push as hard. His two favorite leg routines, however, were these:



Off Season Leg Training
Front Squats- 3 x 8
Duck Leg Press (popular in the 80s, you'd place your feet so your heels were
nearly touching and your toes pointed out at roughly 45 degrees)- 4 x 8
Hack Squats- 3 x 8
Leg Curls- 4 x 10
Standing Leg Curls- 2 x 10
Standing Calf Raise- 3-4 x 15-20
Calf Press- 3 x 12-15

“Powerlifting” Squat Routine
Back Squats- 135 x 12, 185 x 12, 225 x 10, 315 x 8, 405 x 6, 495 x 4, 495 x 4
Duck Leg Press- 400 x 10, 500 x 8, 600 x 6, 700 x 4
Leg Curls- 3 x 10



Just a fucking monster, and very chill about having one of the freakiest physiques ever in interviews.  Look for some insanity to drop here tomorrow.  "Until then," as Jeff King said in 1984, "train hard and be an animal."

Sources:
Colescott, Steve. Jeff King's Animal Leg Training! RX Muscle. 5 Dec 2009. Web.  11 Feb 2013. http://www.rxmuscle.com/articles/nutrition/1018-jeff-kings-animal-leg-training.html#.URpW0x3WKqk

King, Jeff. How I Trained for the Mr America and Mr Universe (1984), reprinted in a Forum Post. Professional Muscle. 6 Mar 2011. Web. 11 Feb 2013.  http://www.professionalmuscle.com/forums/articles-forum/70844-jeff-king-training-diet.html

Your Fat Is Unequivocally Your Fault #6- I'll Accept A Dose Of AIDS Before I'll Accept Some Asshole's Fat Being Rammed In My Face

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 I do not understand how someone could not like this shit.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" is a trite statement usually made by boring, smug, unoriginal motherfuckers why are attempting to deflect criticism for their weird choice in car/partner/whatever, but it's a statement that's endured since at least the third century BC for a reason- it's true.  My undying love for prolapse porn is likely not going to be shared by a large amount of the populace, but that's fine- you like what you like and I'll drool over a chick's intestines hanging out of her asshole.  Oddly, you won't find the chicks on Tumblr who are rocking pink socks to run through the streets screeching at the top of their lungs about how everyone should stare at their intestines and love the look.  They know its an acquired taste, so fuck the haters.  There are plenty of guys and girls like me ready to faceplant into their distended assholes.



There is a very vocal, highly obnoxious, and utterly reprehensible group of people who vociferously disagree, however. The tottering, jiggling, adipose-swathed monstrosities darkening the doorway of every Wal-Mart have a different idea, and they're more than happy to wheeze their way through an angry denouncement of the aforementioned idiom to instead assert that "beauty is in the eye of the beheld."  Yes, they are more than willing to scream down anyone who might suggest otherwise, labeling them "sizeist" to liken them to racists, "body fascist" to liken them to the internet's favorite overused comparative boogeyman, Hitler, and to make all sorts of claims of prejudice and victimization at the hands of others because we haven't allowed them to force us to decide that we want to label them as hot.


Whoever this wonderful woman is, she didn't have to found a fucking movement to get me to jerk off to this.  Repeatedly.

To wit, the intolerable,saggy-cheeked, Droopy Dog imitating, fat thug above with the "Chublife" tattoos (yeah, I linked Virgie Tovar's FB for you guys)  screeches to the heavens that "society is fat phobic,"  “fat phobia is a form of bigotry,” and likens blaming rape victims for their rape to blaming fat people for their fat (Anderson).  
Let that one sink in for a sec.  Pretend you're a Mormon guy who has just inserted his cock into a Mormon girl and just let that shit soak a minute.
Virgie Tovar's claim is that her fatness is a plight on the scale of being raped, by herself, on a daily basis, and as a result of this violent act she perpetrated, she is discriminated against "regarding choices in sexual partners, how chairs are designed, and public transportation usage" (Anderson).  As such, she disassociating herself with her own body to the point that it is a second entity capable of committing violent acts against her, and suggesting that she should be able to choose her sexual partner no matter their preference, which is exactly what rapists themselves think.  As this deranged cunt is a very vocal member and apparent leader of the "radical body politics" and "fat activism" movements, I would venture to say that movement is spurred in no small part by serious mental illness, much in the same way the Inceldom is, and with many of the same worldviews.



Another inexplicably smug and outwardly delusional fat acceptance activist, Kelli Jean Drinkwater, echoes the sentiments of the aforementioned Jabba The Hutt stand-in, wheezing (and I'm not simply mocking her- she's out of breath from the very first word of her TedTalk) "like any form of systematic oppression, fat phobia is deeply rooted in complex structures" and directly compares fat phobia to racism (Drinkwater).  Apparently unaware that being fat is a very deliberate choice made on a daily basis (whereas race is something one obviously cannot change), she continues to compare it with racist stereotyping, stating that "being fat is seen as being a bad person, lazy, greedy, unhealthy, irresponsible... and morally suspect."  She continues, stating that this "anti-fat bias has become so integral, so ingrained, to how we value ourselves and each other that we rarely question why we have such contempt for 'people of size' and where that disdain comes from" and then asks a rhetorical "do we really want to live in a society where some people are denied their basic humanity because they don't subscribe to some arbitrary form of acceptable?" (Drinkwater).


A message to the fat girls who fancy themselves pinups- BETTY PAGE WAS 5'5" AND A BUCK THIRTY, NOT 300+ POUNDS OF BULLSHIT.  Pinups were no in any way fucking fat, and fat bitches need to get it through their heads that they're just insulting a proud legacy rather than affirming it.  This Rosie the Riveter travesty takes it one step fucking further- whereas Rosie was an image of a capable, fit woman who could fill the role of a man even in the most physically demanding job, this bitch shit all over the concept by replacing "fit and capable" with "fat as shit and on her way to losing one or both feet to the beetus."  Fuck me running- these slobs do more to set feminism back than Mohammad and his angry band of Arab incels has.
And while we're at it, feminists use the wrong goddamned Rosie.  The original Rosie, painted by Norman Rockwell, is a jacked badass who's also cute as a fucking button and eating a meat-packed sandwich, yet feminists use the "softer" image later released as Army propaganda.

Her comments are bizarre, because it's not as though these opinions are new- hatred of the obese transcend time and space.  Disdain for fat people is found even in toddlers, and has been a prevailing concept in the medical profession since the time of the ancient Greeks and Indians.
"The Indian physician Susruta (about 600 BC), Herodicus of Selymbria (fifth century BC), Hippocrates of Kos (460-377 BC), Aulus Cornelius Celsus (25 BC-50 AD) and Claudius Galen of Pergamon (129-199 AD) knew that obesity is a serious threat to life and favors the development of many diseases. For long-term treatment, they recommended their patients moderation in eating and regular endurance and resistance training" (Sturgiss).
Aristophanes, the famous playwright, made an assessment of the obese far more in line with my own, writing in the fifth century BC that obese men were "bloated, gross, and preseniled fat rogues with big bellies and dropsical legs, whose toes by the gout are tormented" (Angier).


"The Consequences of War" by Peter Paul Rubens.  That broad is a little chubby, not a fat fucking pig.  And to those guys doing that bloatmax shit- that shit does not apply to men.  All of the men in Ruben's paintings look like they came right out of a comic book, not Golden Corral.

As such, this stigma predates the modern trend in the twentieth century to avoid corpulence, which occurred with the advent of refrigeration and other advanced preservation techniques, which made abundant food extremely easy to obtain.  And while it's true that in certain cultures obesity was associated with opulence and thus coveted, that ties directly to food scarcity rather than health.  
“In many of these locations, a voluptuous body used to mean that a woman was well-cared for, had good nutrition, access to resources, was not doing manual labor,” says Anderson-Fye, who presented her research at the annual conference of the American Anthropological Association last week" (Robb).
Fat activists, with no understanding of the historical perspective of the aforementioned fact, will also hold aloft Rubenesque women of the paintings of Paul Rubens and the statues of certain Greek goddesses as evidence that being a giant fatass was lauded in the past in the West as well, any motherfucker with a modicum of critical thinking skills and a working eyeball can suss out the fallacy in that statement.  The chicks in that art were "thick" and maybe even "chubby"- they were not headed towards an XL coffin with gangrenous feet.  In short, the broads in that art could actually see their feet by looking directly downward. 

Basically, the Venus de Milo looked a hell of a lot like Kim Kardashian, not London fucking Andrews.  And there will likely be a follow-up about the dress size thing by a fashion design major guest writer who has a fucking bone to pick with the behemoths claiming they're the same size as pinups of yore.

Fupawarriors often enjoy using the term "venusian" to describe themselves as well, which is a laugh- here are the dimensions of the Venus de Milo statue, per a 1916 New York Times Article (Borodkin):

Height: 5'4"
Head: 23"
Neck: 12.5"
Chest: 33"
Bust: 37"
Waist: 26"
Hips: 38"
Thigh: 22.5"
Calf: 13.2"
Ankle: 7.4"
Knee: 15"


How in the hell do they fuck?  What sorcery would produce a child?  That or they're scouting for kids to abduct, which also seems unlikely because children are spry and these two are immobile.

As you can see, they don't really have a leg to stand on with this contention, which is fine because most of them sit in repose atop motorized scooters anyway.  Where that leaves us, however is in a place filled with so much delusion it's hard to know where the fantasy ends and reality begins.  Drinkwater herself gulps for air while suggesting, "we may even blame fat people themselves for the discrimination they face because, after all, if we don't like it, should just lose weight.  Easy"(Drinkwater).  She says this as if it's not he case.  As if each day she did not make a pointed decision not to lean out, not to bust her ass in the gym, pass on the cake and eat a fucking steak© (COPYRIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS, because that is gold), not to take fat burners, not to see a doctor or a dietitian.  She specifically just said fuck it day in and day out for years until she arrived at her present state.


We could all use a little cleanse after looking at these calorie dumpsters.

Beyond the fact these pancake graveyards have decided to demand a thing they cannot take by force, which is a particular bugaboo for me, they continually assert that their fatness is their issue and no one else's, and that an assertion to the contrary is tantamount to a hate crime.  If it were simply a matter of them affecting their own lives, I personally wouldn't give a fuck what they do or how fat they get- I've fucked a handful of chicks over 275lbs (which I'll confess is difficult due to the amount of body in the way of burying your dick) and even John Cena's stated on Howard Stern that he's fucked chicks of that size, because he's John Cena, and "everybody gets a ride."  It's not, however, something that fails to affect the rest of us, however- these gibbering former humans are stealing money from our collective pockets on a daily basis.  
While being overweight didn’t emerge as a risk factor for taking sick days, obesity did — in fact, the higher an employee’s BMI rose above the obesity threshold, the more days that person tended to be absent. Specifically, compared to normal-weight workers, those with a BMI of 30 to about 35 missed 27 percent more workdays per year, while the most severely obese — those with a BMI of 40 or higher — were absent 44 percent more often.
As employees get larger, so do the costs associated with missed workdays. On average, a company incurs a loss of $260 per year in productivity for every obese employee, the study found, and that number may be as high as $465 if the person is extremely obese (Yahoo).
You would have to be utterly insane to hire something like this.  I don't even understand what it is at which I am looking.  And that was a very awkward sentence once I resolved not to end it with a preposition.

It goes beyond losses for employers- this shit picks your pocket, my pocket, and every other person who is a taxpayer or medically insured.  Shit, it even hits your wallet when you buy an airline ticket, because the cost of flying is heavily predicated upon the cost of fuel, and airlines are using 350 million more gallons of fuel per year because their passengers are a pack of gigantic, overstuffed food rapists (Baker).  They assert we're the dickheads for calling them fat, but they're fucking thieves.  It's fucking ridiculous what it costs the nation to keep these fucktards alive:  
"Zhou Yang, a professor at Emory University who studies the impact of obesity on the medical system, found that obese older males spent $190,657 more on lifetime health care expenses than their normal weight peers while older obese women spent $223,629 more. A 2016 meta-analysis by University of Washington researchers found that annual medical spending attributed to obesity nationally was nearly $150 billion—more than four times the federal budget for foreign aid and nearly enough to fund the entire U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs" [Emphasis mine].
And it's only getting fucking worse- according to the public health commissioner of West Virginia, "At the state and federal levels, chronic disease burden is among the largest drivers of health care costs," and they're rising at catastrophic fucking rates.  That just means that the fat will bleed us dry if we sit by and allow it, and the waddling troglodytes who insist otherwise are the people who intend to drive the final blow to our heads and lead us to financial slaughter, but before they do so they insist that we encourage them to do so.


FUCK.  THAT.  SHIT.  As Anton LaVey said, "If a man smite thee on one cheek, smash him on the other!"  But what, you might be thinking, if it isn't their fault?  It's their fucking fault.  We've got a fucking pill that will cure just about any ailment, and you combine that shit with hard work and you can achieve just about any physical goal- hell, Magic Johnson managed to lift and take enough gear over a few of years that he not only beat AIDS but became a monster on the basketball court in doing so.  No human being with the mental faculties to apply their will is consigned to obesity- obesity occurs by very specific application of mental weakness, apathy, and sloth.


For fuck's sake don't mock the fat people in your gym.  The more they bust their asses the less they cost us and the less we have to hear their screeching about fat acceptance.

We've all heard these fuckers blubber about how they tried every diet and exercise all the time and nothing worked.  They're fucking lying to your face, plain and simple.  Science has documented the phenomenon of underreporting nutritional intake by the obese at length, and it gets even worse once they add the beetus to their lengthy list of disgusting health ailments (Sallé A).
"On average, men underreported energy intake compared with total energy expenditure by 12-14% on 24HRs and 31-36% on FFQs and underreported protein intake compared with a protein biomarker by 11-12% on 24 Hour Dietary Recalls (24HRs) and 30-34% on Food Frequency Questionnaires (FFQs). Women underreported energy intake on 24HRs by 16-20% and on FFQs by 34-38% and underreported protein intake by 11-15% on 24HRs and 27-32% on FFQs" (Subar).
And while I won't bother to hammer you with citation after citation, they overreport exercise while underreporting calories:
"The failure of some obese subjects to lose weight while eating a diet they report as low in calories is due to an energy intake substantially higher than reported and an overestimation of physical activity, not to an abnormality in thermogenesis" (Lichtman). 
Financial Domination is just an endlessly lullzy fetish.

So the next time you feel a pit of pity for these fat shits bleating about the difficulty of their lives, consider the facts- they're liars and thieves, and they're doing their level best to fuck you over and make you beg them to do it.  If you're one of those people who loves financial domination, find yourself a BBW findomme and have at it, but keep your hand on your wallet when you're out in public and verbally slap the shit out of a fatty's mouth if they have something to say about something, because it's the fit and healthy who are being victimized, not these disgusting tubs of shit.  Hey, they're asking for it- "When a person, by his reprehensible behavior, practically cries out to be destroyed, it is truly your moral obligation to indulge them their wish" (LaVey).


"The range of countries is diverse—but their attitudes toward obese people today are pretty consistent. If you are fat, said a Jamaican, “You are unattractive and no one wants to be your friend.” “We make fun of fat people,” said a Nepali. The quotes from Koreans—the most fat-phobic culture of all—are the most devastating. 
“I would kill myself if I was fat,” said one Korean college student. “Fat people may as well die” (Robb).

And if you want a refresher on the rest of the series, which is all crazily heavily researched, here's Part 1, Part 2Part 3Part 4, and Part 5. 

Sources:
Anderson, Brain.  Fat activist warns that weight loss is racist and like being raped.  Downtrend.  11 May 2016.  Web.  16 Apr 2018.  https://downtrend.com/71superb/fat-activist-warns-that-weight-loss-is-racist-and-just-like-getting-raped/

Angier, Natalie.  Who is fat?  It depends on culture.  New York Times Science.  7 Nov 2000.  Web.  17 Apr 2018.  https://www.nytimes.com/2000/11/07/science/who-is-fat-it-depends-on-culture.html

Baker, Beth.  Obesity's hefty price tag.  Politico.  8 Mar 2017.m  Web.  17 Apr 2018.  https://www.politico.com/agenda/story/2017/03/obesity-epidemic-in-america-healthcare-costs-000336

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When Your Body Basically Says, "Fuck You, Pay Me"- Sleep Deficits Are A Debt You've Gotta Pay

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"Business bad? Fuck you, pay me. Oh, you had a fire? Fuck you, pay me. Place got hit by lightning, huh? Fuck you, pay me."

We all know that we need to sleep to grow- it's what every dipshit screeches in a conversation wherein high volume training is *gasp* mentioned in a positive way, because "YOU GROW WHEN YOU REST, SO TRAINING MORE THAN THREE TIMES A WEEK MEANS STEROIDS AND EVIL AND MASTURBATION AND YOU PROBABLY A REAL PENIS OR VAGINA RECENTLY."  Yeah, that's just a fantastic argument- by the logic of most geniuses slumping through their lives and posting endless training updates detailing their hilarious lack of progress, training once a month and eating exactly .8 grams of protein per pound of bodyweight should make you into a human mountain dripping with muscularity and vascularity.  Clearly, that's all fucking nonsense, but the value of sleep is rarely given the credence it is actually due, and is never overstated.  I'm as guilty of ignoring its value as anyone, having grown up with such an allergy to sleep that my body had to lay low my spazzy elementary school ass with cluster headaches to force me to rest.



This guy was a fan of he blog and did the OG label for Ferox.  Somehow he missed my original article on the value of sleep, though, which should have indicated that facedown in the dumbbell rack is not an optimal place for napping.

We've all trained for long periods when over-tired.  That's just part of life.  Something those among you who are chronically sleep deprived might not realize, however, is that your body and brain are exactly like Robert DeNiro in Goodfellas, and they're gonna fuck you up if you don't pay your debt.  Yeah, that's right- you can skip sleep here and here, but eventually your body is gonna be like, "fuck you, pay me" at some point, and the longer you wait, the worse it is gonna get.  Inadequate sleep not only fucks up maximal muscle strength (Knowles), but it fucks up your overall health, your ability to concentrate, your overall level of alertness, your metabolism, your attitude, your pain threshold (Onen), and even your sex drive (Hillman, Leproult).  That's right- you skip enough sleep and you're going to turn into a fat pile of broke, libido-less, uncoordinated (Sprenger), retarded shit with nothing to do but sleep because you'll be living in a van down by the river fueled by nothing but government cheese and free soup (Alhola).  Oh, yeah- the shitshow you create when you go without sleep is fucking epic (Orzeł-Gryglewska):

  • impaired perception
  • difficulties in keeping concentration
  • vision disturbances
  • slower reactions
  • poor memorizing
  • schematic thinking (which yields wrong decisions)
  • emotional disturbances (lie deteriorated interpersonal responses and increased aggressiveness)
  • tremors
  • speech performance becomes monotonous and unclear,
  • sensitivity to pain is higher
  • risk of obesity, diabetes and cardiovascular disease increases. 
Sounds awesome, right?  Here you thought you were a go-getter, but in the end you'll just be sloppy, stupid, jobless, sexless, and probably addicted to subreddits that should only be used to as bait so we can determine who we should exterminate first when someone useful comes to power in the Western world. 


If frequency of erections is any indication of testosterone levels, my personal investigation into the use of supplemental t-girl porn to improve sleep quality and hormonal profiles indicates that t-girl porn might rival mattress quality as a lifting aid.

There's no sense in me rehashing all of the different ways you can improve your sleep- I covered the badass way to improve your hormonal profile with deep sleep last year, how to make your overall sleep more healthy in this one from about ten years ago, and every hack writer on the planet has rehashed the same bullshit in every health-related sleep article ever written, so there's no need for that.   Frankly, I only care about "health" and "fitness" insofar as they pertain to moving huge weights and fucking, so I pay very little attention to the ministrations of hippies who yammer on about vegetables and stretching about as much as I pay attention to evangelical Christians' suggestions regarding better sex.  You'll find, however, that a lot of the old time strongmen mentioned the value of sleep a lot, and for those of you natty bros who still read this blog, that should be a sign for you to perk the fuck up and pay attention.  One such man is JC Hise, pre-steroid era proto-powerlifter who boasted a 700lb deadlift without a warmup, squatted 690lbs out of a homemade rack built out of tree branches on uneven ground, and was a lumberjack, coal miner, and uranium prospector.  basically, a guy so fucking hard I doubt any of us even deserve to read about him.  He had this to say about sleep:

"A very important stage of growing is "rest." Much of this precious custom is in sleeping. If his bed suits him not, even a plentiful supply of walrus meat will do a Briton no good. And exercises will only make him more tired still. Those who sleep curled up can sleep safely in beds that have deep sags in the center, which ruin all who sleep stretched to full length. If you sleep straight out, never, never sleep in a bed that sags deeply in the center, because your hips, shoulders and legs must be in the same plane. This "suspension" has a prying effect on the lower spine that is extremely debilitating and wears out a vigorous person more than any amount of hard  work or dissipation. An extremely large percentage of exercisers fail because their bed is wrong; they don't need new secret exercises, they just need to kick a box under the bed to limit the bed sag to four or five inches, or less -- and presto! -- the next morning, and from then on, they are "hi-lifed," even though they have been "dead" for years.
If one sleeps on the floor to escape the saggy bed, he must use very thick padding or he will sprain his deltoids and elbow tendons from resting too much weight on them. Most people who suffer from lack of energy really have plenty, but they are worn out from sleeping in that saggy bed every night. I never learned how to bed from print, but from the vulgar lessons delivered by old salts in hammock practice. A loose hammock equals a tired all-in feeling; I had always had it, and never slept in a hammock; I kicked the locker box under my cot, and have never since tried to sleep on a saggy bed" (Hise).

Frankly, I never even considered the fact that a saggy mattress could fuck up your lifts that significantly, but if a guy who was comfortable squatting close to 700 outdoors on uneven ground makes that big a deal about mattress quality, we should all pay attention.  A good mattress could do more for your squat and deadlift than whatever retarded cookie-cutter program you've considered buying for a couple of hundred bucks will ever do. 




How much sleep we should get in total and how much we should get at a time is an issue long in debate, especially among people on the internet.  The three types of sleep are monophasic (one sleep period per 24 hour period), biphasic (two sleep periods per 24 hour period), and polyphasic (continuous interrupted sleep).  In spite of he fact that you'd have to be butt-fucking retarded to utilize the polyphase method, here's how it breaks down according to Medical News Today (Smith):

  • Everyman: A long sleep time of around 3 hours with approximately three 20-minute naps throughout the day.
  • Uberman: Only 3 hours of sleep per day in the form of six 30 minute naps throughout the day.
  • Dymaxion: Only 2 hours of sleep per day, in the form of 30 minute naps every 6 hours.
Without putting too fine a point on it, the people advocating polyphasic sleep should be put to death in some slow and painful way, like slow roasting and forced autophagy; the "death-by-tattoo" in Kafka's "The Penal Colony;" or perhaps the staked-out-with-broken-bones-and-fed-to-bullet-ants method of execution in the Green Inferno.  Honestly, nothing is more cruel, insipid, or bereft of sense than polyphasic sleep, so whatever method you choose to dispatch a person who attempts to convince you of its efficacy isn't unpleasant enough to match the casual malevolence of their efforts.  Let's just say that their best argument is that it was possibly used by a megalomaniac and a virtual eunuch (which is literally the best evidence they have supporting their sleep pattern)- beyond that, there is no compelling evidence whatsoever to support its use by non-incel/MGTOW enthusiasts.  Thus, unless you're gonna cut off your genitals, scream extremely confused homophobic and anti-Semitic slurs in the aether, and shoot up public places, stick to mono- or biphasic sleep schedules.


This meme came decades too late to save poor Bill Cosby.

How humans slept in the pre-industrial era is a matter of some debate.  There is evidence, both anecdotal and scientific, for both monophasic and biphasic sleep patterns.  According to historian Roger Ekirch, people in pre-industrial eras slept in two four hour chunks, between which they hung out and fucked and chopped wood and got hammered.  Essentially, they'd just get up in the middle of the night and do whatever the hell they wanted.  It was from his research that the concept of biphasic sleep sprang forth, and at least one clinical study (in which people were exposed to only eight ours of sunlight a day) supports the idea that this sleep pattern is natural (Jackson, Wehr).  If you're considering this type of sleep pattern, what appears to be the norm is four hours of sleep, a one to three hour waking period, and then another four hours of sleep.



Chronic sleep deprivation (which is what polyphasic sleep induces) makes you insane.  Like this guy.

Monophasic sleep, in spite of Redditors' persistent and wildly ineffectual efforts to debunk it, seems to be pretty natural for people.  A recently conducted study of three traditional/pre-industrial African societies, the San, Hadza, and Tsimane, revealed that their sleep habits are monophasic.  These habits are thought to mirror those of ancestral peoples (at least in tropical regions) and don't resemble the nonsense yoga teachers have been spouting for years about falling asleep and waking based on the sunset and sunrise.  Instead, sleep has far more to do with the length of the day and the ambient temperature than anything else.

"Sleep periods, the times from onset to offset, averaged 6.9–8.5 hr, with sleep durations of 5.7–7.1 hr, amounts near the low end of those industrial societies [4–7]. There was a difference of nearly 1 hr between summer and winter sleep. Daily variation in sleep duration was strongly linked to time of onset, rather than offset. None of these groups began sleep near sunset, onset occurring, on average, 3.3 hr after sunset. Awakening was usually before sunrise. The sleep period consistently occurred during the nighttime period of falling environmental temperature, was not interrupted by extended periods of waking, and terminated, with vasoconstriction, near the nadir of daily ambient temperature. The daily cycle of temperature change, largely eliminated from modern sleep environments, may be a potent natural regulator of sleep. Light exposure was maximal in the morning and greatly decreased at noon, indicating that all three groups seek shade at midday and that light activation of the suprachiasmatic nucleus is maximal in the morning" (Yetish).

Pretend like that's in your bed and get the fuck in it and off Instagram already.  No one gives a fuck about your three sets of whatever with some bullshit weight and the eleven thousand excuses you listed for not doing something epic, anyway.

Instead of suggesting that monophasic is the only way, the team doing the study determined that biphasic sleep isn't unnatural- it's just predated by monophasic sleep.  Moving north from the equator created the biphasic sleep pattern during the long nights, especially during the winter.  Once we developed electric lights and central heating, we reverted to our original sleep habits (Yong).

"The Hadza, Tsimane, and San were also strongly affected by falling temperature, much more so than failing light. They start to sleep as the night cools and begin waking up at its coldest point. “This suggests that temperature is a very strong and evolutionarily old signal that gets integrated into sleep-regulating systems in the brain, and that we could exploit better,” says van Someren. And as Siegel adds, “This temperature rhythm has been reduced or completely eliminated for most of us by our shelters and heating systems.”
No matter how you're sleeping, however, these three things are the key to sleeping like a fucking champion (Yong):

  1. sleeping during declining temperature
  2. getting up at the same time of day every day
  3. exposing yourself to a lot of bright light in the morning.
Waking up extra early to train is like "stepping over a $100 bill to pick up a nickel."  That's an awesome adage from Stan Efferding.

If you're not assiduously following either a full monophasic or full biphasic sleep schedule, you are fucking yourself up in all sorts of ways.  Luckily for you, however, getting only eight hours of recovery sleep after short-term sleep deprivation is enough to return to baseline performance levels (Caldwell).  While you won't be back to optimal levels, you'll be able to get the job done when it's time to fight, fuck, or lift, rather showing up at an event a flaccid, fat retard.  Chronic sleep reduction or repetitive shallow sleep is cumulative, however, and will resemble drunkenness (just like going a day without sleeping) in short order (Orzeł-Gryglewska).  Luckily, your body is built to bounce back like an asshole after a hard fisting session, so getting a couple of extra hours of sleep for a couple of days will get you within shouting distance of full recovery even in cases of extreme sleep deprivation (Rosenthal).  Take note of that- for your body to get back to normal, you need not one but two days of recovery sleep.  Less than that and neither your physical nor mental recovery will be complete, and your recovery from heavy training sessions will be severely limited as well (Ikegami, McMurray).



A couple other little tidbits of note:

  • even short periods of sleep can be beneficial- specifically, a short afternoon nap (<30 a="" active="" after="" afternoon="" also="" an="" and="" both="" diminished="" drive="" during="" elderly="" fatigue="" improved.178="" improvements="" in="" initiate="" it="" minutes="" mood="" nevertheless="" observed="" obtained="" or="" p="" performance="" process="" recovery="" reduced="" reflects="" remains="" restoration="" significantly="" sleep.="" sleep="" sleepiness="" subjective="" subjects="" task="" the="" to="" unclear="" were="" whether="" while="" young="">Vyazovskiy).  Author and trainer Jason Ferruggia stated in Fit to Fight that naps "are a great way to speed up your recovery.  During sleep, your body releases growth hormone and repairs the damage that has been done to your muscles during intense workouts.  A 20- to 60-minute nap once a s day is a great way to make faster progress.  If you ware training two to three times a day, as many combat athletes are (conditioning in the morning, practice in the afternoon, weight training at night), naps are an absolute necessity if you want to maximize your performance" (Ferruggia 188).
  • low testosterone can lead to shitty sleep.  Weirdly, high levels of exogenous testosterone can have similar effects (Wittert).
  • if you have sleep apnea and use a CPAP, the improved sleep will weirdly not resolve your testosterone deficiencies, so don't use the darth Vader machine in hopes it'll boost your test levels (Wittert)
  • if you are sleep deprived, caffeine supplementation will bring your post workout hormone levels to non-sleep deprived states.  Thus, if you're not getting enough sleep, don't skimp on the fat burners and preworkouts, or a post workout cup of coffee (Donald).
If that torrent of information didn't convince you to catch up on your fucking sleep, nothing will.  Caffeine and ephedrine will only carry you so far- at some point you've gotta stop eating cake and eat a steak, so to speak.  I'll be honest and tell you I knock myself the fuck out with Hypnos and binaural beats as I mentioned at the beginning of the article a couple of times a week, and when I don't I my training suffers for it.  Like anything else though, there are tons of ways to skin a cat, but since Bill Cosby's gonna be locked up until he dies, sleepovers at his house are no longer an option.  In any event, get some fucking sleep if you wanna tear up the strength world and look good on Instagram without filters.  

[For more on the importance of sleep, check out Joe Rogan's interview with Matthew Walker, professor of Neuroscience and psychology at Cal Berkeley on the Joe Rogan Experience.  I stumbled across this while doing research last week and thought the timing sucked for me, haha, but from the bit to which I listened, I don't step on his focus in the interview too hard.  If I did, the shit was totally unintentional and the timing was entirely coincidental.  In any event, props to Rogan for a good interview- we definitely need to revamp the medical residency programs around the world so they aren't based off the sleep habits of a dude who makes Tara Reid's drug habit look ridiculously casual.] 


This broad's drug habit looks like she's fucking straightedge compared to that of the founding father of modern surgery.  Cocaine is a hell of a drug.  

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[Full Fucking Redux] Baddest Motherfuckers Ever- Bruno "The Italian Superman" Sammartino

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[Here is what amounts to a complete rewrite of my Bruno Sammartino article- I found much more information on the man, and the guy is such a goddamned legend he deserves far better than my original article.  So before I post another one or two articles this week, I thought this man deserved a tribute befitting the superhuman he was.]
  
Rest in Brutality, Bruno Sammartino 
10/6/1935-4/8/2018

Back in the day, if a guy was a wrestler, he was a bona-fide badass.  The sport, which grew out of what were essentially MMA fights with less striking and more wrestling (catch style), was filled with bad motherfuckers who ate big, lifted big, and lived big.  They were living proof that the Paul Bunyans and Spring Heeled Jacks and other men with skills so mad that they are often considered the fanciful bullshit of legends or conspiracy could have actually existed.  I realize that the same cannot be said for the modern era of wrestlers, since other than the Rock being ridiculously jacked and charismatic, none of them seem larger-than-life to the point of being supernatural. Back in the day, however, it was commonplace to hear stories like the fact that Andre the Giant drank 106 beers in a night, or Ken Patera and Masa Saito beat the shit out of 16 cops at once and then missed the verdict of their court case because they were out at a bar getting drunk and asleep in the courtroom, respectively, or any of another dozen wrestlers one could name off the top of their head who did shit better than the rest of us to a point where it isn't just not a competition- we're just participating in two different universes with two entirely different types of physics (Schwartz, Professor). 



It was from this era that the longest reigning WWE Champion in history, holding the WWE Title for 2,803 consecutive days, known as the Italian Superman came.  Bruno Sammartino, who presided over what he perceived as wrestling's fall into "the chemical years" (of which Hulk Hogan's apparently the evil figurehead), was so beloved by Italians and wrestling fans that they went quite literally berserk when a a heel who turned on him, stabbing him, smashing his cars, flipping over his cabs on the way to fights, and at one point a mobster friend of Frank Sinatra's even offered to shoot "Classy" Freddie Blassie on Sammartino's behalf.  Saying Bruno Sammartino was the ultimate babyface is like saying that James Ellsworth is the least physically impressive wrestler of the modern era- it goes without saying, and seems like an understatement even as it's somewhat hyperbolic.



Bruno was an Italian immigrant who had spent two years in the arctic environs of mountains of Italy (from age 7 to 9) running around like Brendan Fraser in Encino Man with a sharp stick and dining on dandelions and wild animals (DeLuca).  Yeah, so when you're telling your fucking sob story on Instagram about how a rough childhood and broken home are the reason you have a sub 350lb bench, take a big step back and literally fuck your own face, because big Bruno was so malnourished in his formative years that he only weighed 80 lbs at age 15. That year, Sammartino arrived in the US, the docs prescribed him a diet of meat and potatoes with a side of heavy lifting (holy shit, I was born in the wrong goddamned era) and shit proceeded to get real. 




Sammartino took to the weights like a stripper to cocaine, and competed in basically every single weightclass from 123 on up to heavyweight, which was his weightclass after only four years of lifting.  


Let that sink in for a second- Sammartino lifted and ate so hard that he went from 80 lbs to 225 in four years with no steroids, so the next time you're watching some dickhead on Youtube screaming about how everyone's on steroids, just thumbs down that video, eat a fucking steak, and go bench press until your fucking eyes bleed.  

By the time he was college-aged, the 16 year old 105lb neophyte lifter kid without a word of English in his vocabulary had become a fucking weight room monster with a scholarship offer for wrestling from the University of Pittsburgh, and went on to win a bunch of lifting titles.  Sammartino basically treated being the best at everything the same way most people act when they're finishing a delicious sandwich- it was just what he did, and he neither sweated little shit nor bemoaned any "hard times" that befell him.  One of his favorite memories is travelling to an annual Strength and Health picnic and competition in York, PA in 1957.  In the era before people abandoned their pride and set up GoFundMes to pay for their travel costs, Sammartino slept on a motherfucking park bench and then proceeded to wipe he fucking platform with his competition.  He then repeated that process over and over, and by the time he was 22 be had won Mr. Allegheny in bodybuilding, set a world record for the bench press, and boasted the following lifts:

  • 565lb Bench
  • 625lb Squat
  • 675lb Deadlift
  • 365lb Olympic Press
  • 270lb Snatch
  • 370lb Clean and Jerk
Bear in mind when viewing those numbers that powerlifting didn't officially exist at this time, and the power lifts were just three of 72 lifts contested in odd lift meets at the time- it's not as though these guys specialized in them unless they just loved the ever-loving shit out of them.



The man was an absolute Milo of Croton-style beast of a pro wrestler, and while looking like a beardless Zangief, he racked up the following sick accomplishments as a wrestler:
  • 133 consecutive sell-outs in Madison Square Garden
  • 75 consecutive main bouts in Boston Gardens.
  • 21 straight sell-outs in Australia (a record that may still stand)
  • the largest crowd (90,000 people) in Japan (at least until 1972)
  • the all-time record of 125,000 in India (at least until 1972)
  • the only pro wrestler to sell out the Bull Fight Arena in Caracas (50,000 in attendance).
  • the record for total gates around the world (Deluca)
Bruno Sammartino's All-Time Best Lifts
  • Bench Press- 315lbs for 38 reps (Tatar)
  • Bench Press- 330lbs for 33 reps right after hitting a max of 500 for the day (Twichell)
  • Bench Press (Competition, with a flat back and two second pause)- 565lbs
  • Floor Press- 545lbs (Willoughby 133)
  • Strict Curl- 235lbs (Willoughby 138)
  • Olympic Press- 410lbs (Willoughby 133)
  • Deadlift- 705lbs (Willoughby 377), though he never trained it because he thought it was bad for the back (Twichell).  
  • Squat (Competition)- 685lbs (Twichell)
  • Snatch- 270lbs (both his snatch and clean and jerk were hamstrung by the fact his elbows wouldn't lock out fully, which he attributed to malnourishment while living in the Alps)
  • Clean and Jerk- 370lbs

Not too fucking shabby, especially considering the fact that he was fanatically drug free and trained in a time before supplements, and he put up his 565 bench on a rickety homemade bench with no uprights (Tatar).   His workouts were fucking legendary, and weren't spurred by anything but Sammartino's imagination, his defiance against gravity, and his titanic brass balls.



He fueled his lengthy, brutal, and frequent workouts by eating his fucking ass off.  At 5'11" and 270lbs, Bruno had to have been a big eater, and according to interviews, he'd routinely put away 24 lamb chops or four pounds of steak at one sitting and eat breakfasts of 12 eggs, a loaf of bread, a whole box of cereal, and two quarts of milk (Rouvalis).  Arthur Saxon himself would have been proud of Sammartino's total unwillingness to approach the dinner table with anything but contempt for food, because at every meal Sammartino's goal was stuff as much food down his gullet as humanly possible.  Obviously, Sammartino wasn't overly concerned with showing up at competitions ripped to fucking shreds- he was about looking so physically imposing his opponents had to wear Depends into the ring and with being so superhumanly strong he made legendary strongmen look like bitches.  Given the fact he lifted 3 days a week, did calisthenics another two days a week, ran 8 miles a day, and wrestled six to seven days a week, however, Sammartino was training to a point where he'd likely have dropped dead of starvation eating any other way.  As it stood, his diet was exactly what the doctor ordered, because Sammartino was so goddamned strong that he was capable of "doing amazing feats" at a moment's notice, like, press slamming 605lb Haystacks Calhoun so hard that he caved in the center of the ring (Deluca, Rouvalis).  That is a feat even the legendary Paul Anderson couldn't pull off- at one point he tried to lift Haystacks and failed harder than Tara Reid at sobriety. 

Bruno Sammartino Vital Stats
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 265lbs
Chest: 56"
Arms: 20"



By this time, you and I are two wholly different species if you're not dying to know how he trained.  In wild departure from the manner in which people approach training today, Sammartino didn't simply follow a bullshit, cookie-cutter program developed by and for candy asses- he honed a routine over the years that proved to be as successful as it was brutal. 
"I was working out three, sometime three and a half, hours a day with weights. I would work out in the morning because I wanted to be very rested up for the wrestling matches at night. So I would do a workout, then have a light breakfast, and then I would go to bed for a few hours. I would eat an early dinner no later than 3:00 so that it would be fully digested by the time I went in the ring. So yeah, I worked out very hard and heavy, but I always used to try and take a couple hours nap afterward just to recoup and rest up" (Wuebben).

Bruno Sammartino's Power Routine(Twichell)

Bench Press- 10 sets, working up in 2-rep jumps to his max (I'm guessing 2 sets of 10, 2 sets of 8, 2 x 6, 2 x 4, 1 x 2, 1 x 1). His 11th set was a death set with about 65% of his 1RM for the day.

Floor Press- 5-7 x 3 with ~550lbs (see pic above, because it's different than what I've done as a floor press)

Incline Dumbbell Presses- 5 x 5 (heavy as fuck- when he was training with the legendary Karl Norberg he was using 150-pound dumbbells) 

Incline Laterals- 5 x 5 (again heavy enough to make your eyes bleed, 125-pound dumbbells)

Cheat Upright Rows- 6 x 6-7 x 205lbs

High Pulls (to the navel)- 6 x 3-4 x 400-425lbs

Squats- 8 x 3-5 reps x 650lbs

Strict/Military Barbell Curl- 10 x 10 x 135 to 175 pounds (he'd also occasionally do cheat curls with 225)




Bruno Sammartino's Travel Routine (Twichell)

Because training is a bitch on the road, and Sammartino stopped squatting after a while because it hurt his agility and his knees, he had a routine of three basic exercises. 

Bench Press- 10-12 x 3-5 starting around 300lbs and work up to a single with maximum poundage, followed by a death set. 

Strict/Military Barbell Curl- 10 x 10 x 135 to 175 pounds

Standing Laterals- I'm assuming 5x5 as above, but he didn't specify in the interview)    




Bruno Sammartino's Beginners Routine (Kubik)

In the pre-intenet era, everything was done through online courses or published in magazines.  You know that shit-dog cookie-cutter course you bought off some nobody for far too much money?  Well, think of correspondence courses as the same thing, except they almost invariably came from someone who had actually accomplished something in the strength world.  The following routine was Sammartino's recommendation for beginners, so the volume is low.  Everything is done with a single warmup set and followed by 3 sets of 6 reps.  Weight work was done three times a week, with the bodyweight stuff done on two of the off days.

Squat- 3 x 6
Bench Press- 3 x 6
Barbell Curl- 3 x 6
Behind the Neck Press- 3 x 6
Upright Rowing- 3 x 6 (with a two second hold at the top)
Sit-Ups- 3 x 6

The bodyweight work for two off days (working up to sets of 100 on squat pushups and 15 on pullups):

Hindu Squats- 1 or 2 sets 
Hindu Pushups- 1 or 2 sets
Behind the Neck Pull-Ups- 2 sets
Calf Isometrics
Neck Isometrics


Sammartino was even jacked at the age of 70.

Sammartino kept training even into his old age, because that's what badasses do in retirement.  The following is the routine he followed in the picture above, doing it three times a week along with a seven mile daily jog.

Lat Pulldowns- 5 x 15 x 130lbs
Lateral Raises- 10 x 15 x 40lbs
Bench Press- 7 x 8 x 150-250lbs
Dumbbell Bench Press- 5 x 10 x 100lbs
Dumbbell Curl- 10 x 10 x 40lbs
Overhead Tricep Extension- 4 x 15 x 40lbs
Leg Extensions- 5 x 20 x 125-160 lbs
Crunches- 100
Leg Raises- 75
Alternate Leg Raises- 75
Bicycles Crunches- 100
Crunches- 100

By the time he was 77, Sammartino's routine had changed somewhat, but still outpaced your average 20-something athleisure-wearing Instragram superstar.  Once a badass, always a badass, it seems:  
"Three days a week I do roadwork. I had hip replacement, and the doctors tell me I can walk as fast as I want, but I’m not allowed to run. So I power walk. I do between four and five miles. Then I come home – I have a well-equipped gym downstairs – and I do about 800 leg raises and leg crunches for stomach work, and then I stretch a little bit. And that’s it. The next day, I work out with the weights. Now, do I lift heavy weights anymore? No, I’m 77, and my weight is not 275 anymore. I’m 215 now, maybe 220 with my clothes on. For example, on bench press, I don’t go higher than maybe 215 for reps. For shoulder work I do 35-pound dumbbells for side laterals. Nothing really heavy anymore, because, #1, I’m old; #2, I’m not as heavy as I was; and #3, I don’t want to put too much stress on the joints at this stage of my life. I use weights that are comfortable for me" (Wuebben).

Lest you think Sammartino was simply a huge, strong guy and a pushover outside of the ring, that was about as far from the truth as any natty bro's vociferous claims about how natty they are.  Sammartino was still willing to throw hands after he retired, and one of his backstage rumbles is fucking legendary.  At the age of 51, Sammartino was a commentator rather than an announcer.  Spying six large non-wrestlers backstage, Sammartino approached them and told them they were going to get in trouble with security.  One of the six, a running back for the Pittsburgh Steelers, grabbed Sammartino's hand and tried to play the old hand-squishing game to "prove his dominance" in the same way pussies like Neo-Nazis and those fucking "men going their own way" would attempt to.  Then the man uttered what were luckily not his last words, telling Sammartino he was washed up and sucker punching him.  Sammartino, being the Italian Superman, knocked that motherfucker out with a single punch and proceeded to fight the other five single handedly, until the Iron Sheik jumped out of the shower and into the fracas bare-assed naked.  The two of them proceeded to stomp the ever-loving fuck out of the six men and presumably went off to share a grilled steer and a couple kegs of beer (and given it was 1980's Iron Sheik, I'm guessing at least an 8-ball of coke).


Sammartino did not look small sandwiched between Sergio and Arnold, with whom he trained in the late 1960s.

Clearly, none of us are going to be Bruno Sammartino, because there's only one Italian Superman, and he just died.  We can, however, do our best impression of that bad motherfucker and honor him by eating a hell of a lot more and training a hell of a lot more, because judging by the standard that man set in just four years of training, we have all failed to come within screaming distance of our potential.  Nothing whatsoever should stand in your way in becoming the best possible version of yourself, and anything you tell yourself is a reason why you can't get huge and superhumanly strong is just a fucking excuse you're made because you're a whiny bitch.

Don't be a fucking bitch.  Go make it happen.

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A Public Service Announcement from Bruce Randall: "For Fuck's Sweet Sake. Bulk First, Then Worry About Getting Cut."

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Bruce Randall went from nothing to fat badass to shredded ladies man in three years, natty af.  Begin the naysaying, skinny-fat internet nobodies!

Having been positively besieged with questions over the years asking how lean a person should be before bulking, I thought it was high time to introduce a new generation to the modern human marvel- Bruce Randall, a strongman, powerlifter, and bodybuilder famous in the 1950s for making an insane amount of progress in a very short period of time.  I realize that it's all the rage to traipse through your fitness club in skin tight capri pants and a melon colored string tank top, checking out your abs between lackadaisical sets of whatever Jeff Seid happens to be recommending these days, but if you actually want to impress real, live people when you walk down the street as a physically imposing and impressive motherfucker, chicken breasts, kale, and P90x isn't going to fucking cut it.




Bob Hines, Bruce Randall, and Abe Goldberg outside of Goldberg's gym.

I realize that for anyone reading this while rocking athleisure clothing, this revelation will come as a fucking shocker, but it's true.  The only person of whom I can think who successfully shreds and then lean bulks is Sylvester Stallone, cited above.  As such, I am not saying it is not possible to do, but it's a mostly idiotic way to go about things for most people.  A far better example to follow would be a person like the wrestler Bruno Sammartino, who gained over 100 lbs of muscle in 4 years and set a bunch of lifting records while doing it, or the man pictured above, Bruce Randall.  Bulking hard and then cutting allows you to overeat like crazy to pack on muscle, which is easy enough to hang onto if you keep your protein high.

Sylvester Stallone- the reigning world champion of cutting and then bulking.  "[W]hen I did Rambo III, I didn’t like the way I looked anymore, so I decided to reshape myself. I went down to 168 pounds. I put on weight slowly and got sinewy, hard-cut muscles. I wound up weighing about 200. But it was all muscle – my body fat was down to 3.8 percent. Now my fat count is 6.8. I’m 5’10? and weight 187 pounds. I’m pleased with my body now" (Davis).

So, having already written about Sammartino's methods, allow me to introduce you to Bruce Randall- at 6'2", his weight ranged anywhere from 183 to 401lbs.  In the course of his career, the man managed to gain world renown for his strength, then gained even more renown for shredding like crazy and winning the Mr. Universe title against some renown strongmen in 1959.  The thing that made him stand out in my mind (for which I unfortunately couldn't find a citation) is neither of those things, though- it's that once he cut down he was so unaccustomed to his own strength that he grabbed a bench to do some benching and noticed everyone staring at him.  When he set the bench down, he realized the fucking thing had been bolted into the ground, but he was able to rip it out of its moorings with no more effort than what it took to pick up a bench.

I highly doubt any of you have made gains or losses that even slightly compare to those, so you goddamned well better pay attention.  As to the tilt, the image was cockeyed and I'm working on a Chromebook, so that's the best you're getting.

Before we get going, I know half of you are going to call bullshit on his weights and progress, but the dude was heavily documented by Iron Man magazine the entire time.  The other half of you are going to talk shit about his programs, because the knee jerk reaction for people these days is to say "that's horseshit and you're a lying pussy" rather than actually considering the implications of what you are reading actually might teach you something, rather than just reinforcing what you think you know.  That said, let's delve into the story of a man whose life tale is so tall it's like Mark Henry and Johnny Appleseed doubleteamed Calamity Jane to create a man who makes Paul Bunyan seem like a punk bitch in comparison.


Bruce Randall was a professional bodybuilder and insanely strong guy who leapt into the public eye early in life and disappeared from public view just as quickly.  Born in 1931, Randall didn't actually start lifting until he was of legal drinking age, and only did so at 21 because he needed to weigh 225lbs to play for the base football team in the Marines.  Approaching the base lifting coach, Chief Petty Officer Walter Metzler, Randall explained he needed to pack on mass as quickly as possible so he could go out and be the crazy white Lawrence Taylor of the armed services.  So at a bodyweight of 203lbs, Randall began his training with weird as hell program and a ingeniously simple diet that initially just included an extra loaf of bread, quart of milk, pork chop, or whatever he could get during every meal (Randall and Roach).


Clearly, that dietary methodology is so simple a six year old could have figured it out, but frankly it never once occurred to me to try that sort of thing- luckily for all of us, it's never too late to try to pack on 30 lbs of mass in six weeks.  His program was also incredibly simple, and although you'll all hate it, his methodology was sound.  Having grown up in an era where you're gonna get mocked for skipping legs, you would likely all write a beginner program based around the Olympic lifts or power lifts in an effort to engage as many muscle groups as possible.   Randall, on the other hand, said fuck that noise.  Instead of doing some lame fucking 5x5 program wherein you are allegedly going to get jacked off three days of lackluster lifting a week, Randall did the following program 6-7 days a week.  His logic?  "I found that in my case I could work on my arms almost every day and make gains. I assume that this is due to the natural recuperative powers of the arms. Because they are always in use they seem to be able to regain total strength with just one night’s rest and are ready for more the next day" (Randall).  In short- you can make serious hypertrophy progress training your arms every day like a fucking maniac, but the same couldn't be said for a program comprised of squats and deadlifts.  You'd fall apart faster than .

Randall's 1st Program, Aka the "Curls for the Girls" Routine
Military style barbell curls – 110 pounds, 3 sets of 6-8 reps
Dumbbell concentration curls – 50 pounds, 3 sets of 6-5 reps
French style barbell curls – 70 pounds, 3 sets of 6-8 reps
Bent-over triceps extension with dumbbells – 35 pounds, 3 sets of 6-8 reps
Dumbbell incline curls – 45 pounds, 3 sets of 6-8 reps (with an arm hanging over a gymnastic horse)

His weights are the weights he started the program with, so a couple of years of chopping wood prior to starting this program definitely paid off as unplanned preparation for lifting. He'd start with six reps per set, and as he grew stronger he would wait until he hit eight reps for all three sets, then increase the weight and start back at six.  With this program and diet, Bruce Randall's progress was nothing short of pants-shitting (both figuratively and likely literally).  In six weeks, he increased his weight from 203 lbs to 225 lbs and his arms grew from arms increased from 16” to 17.5”. Because football was still a few months off, Randall decided to change his goal to gain another 25lbs using the same routine and diet, and he got his weight up to 265lbs.


Clearly, this kind of weight gain and progress is just fucking ridiculous, but it should immediately indicate to every motherfucking last one of us that we eat like Angelina Jolie and we need to level the fuck up at the dinner table.  Lest you think I am suggesting that we all should get fat as shit to pack on mass, I'm not.  There is a happy medium between gaining 200 lbs in two years and applying similar principles to this in order to quickly gain mass, or to smash through sticking points (and there is definitely evidence that our collective sticking points are due in large part to eating like fucking hummingbirds.


Can you imagine someone posting a pic of this now?  The internet would go crazy screaming shit like "fake plates" and "snap city"

So at 265lbs, Randall decided it was time to take his diet to the next level and alter his training to involved the larger muscle groups.  The following just the basis of his training, and he would add exercises as time permitted.  Again, he started with three sets of each exercise, dropping the starting reps to 3-5, and adding weight when he hit 8 reps.  His starting weights were still light, but recall at that point lifters had to clean the weight to their chests and fall back into a high incline board for incline barbell press, which definitely increased the level of difficulty considerably.  He took as long as he felt he needed in between sets, often lifting from 3-5 hours a day.

Randall's 2nd Program
Dumbbell Bench Press – 120 pounds, 5-8 reps
Decline Dumbbell Bench Press – 130 pounds, 5-8 reps
Incline Barbell Press – 250 pounds, 5-8 reps
Good Morning – 295 pound, 3-5 reps

If you are wondering, like I was, why the squat still wasn't in this program, I have your answer right here:
"Randall originally shied away from the squat because of a serious injury there years previously in which he broke his leg in seven places.  He would periodically test his strength in the movement and attributed the hard work in the good morning exercise for allowing him to squat 680lbs.  He actually once took a shot at a 750lbs good morning, but had to drop the bar because the weights shifted on him" (Roach).
It was with this program, just under a year into lifting, that he managed to win an Olympic weightlifting competition, in spite of the fact he trained less for it than most people train for fun runs.  In December of 1953, 11 months after he started training, Randall entered his first meet, the Capital District, and won with a 300lb press, 230lb snatch, 315lb clean and jerk, and 845lb total. 


As his training evolved to suit his heavier training with more compound lifts, so did his diet. Centered around four massive meals (a cafeteria tray filled to overflowing with rice and pork for dinner, or a breakfast of his typical breakfast, consisting of 28 fried eggs, loaf and half of bread and two quarts of milk) a day, at 6:30am, 11:30am, 4:30pm, and 9:30pm.   Between meals he didn't snack beyond drinking milk, of which he drank a fucking unreal amount (8-10 quarts on average).  When I say unreal, I'm talking unicorns that fart cinnamon and sneeze rainbows unreal- at least one time he drank nearly five gallons in a day, which gave him almost 15,000 calories and 600 grams of protein just by themselves (Roach).
“I remember one incident that happened to me at lunch. I weighed about 330 at the time and came to lunch ready to eat like a horse. They were serving a favorite Chinese dish of mine, fried rice with pork. It happened that I was eating at the Navy mess hall at the time and so had a metal tray with five different compartments in it to eat from. Well, I filled the entire tray with rice and pork. The mound was so high that if another spoonful was added it would run over the side of the tray. Carefully balancing the tray so as not to drops a precious grain, I made my way back to a table amid incredulous stares from every sailor in the hall. Upon sitting down and tasting a few spoonfuls I found the rice to be slightly undercooked. The center of each grain was a little pasty and absorbed all the moisture in my mouth when I chewed. In order to solve this frustrating dilemma, I secured several quart bottles of water and proceeded to eat the rice with a swig of water every so often. Under this procedure I was able to finish the entire tray of fried rice and pork (I made it an absolute rule to finish everything I took. Wasting food is an unpardonable sin!). Upon getting up, I was, to put it mildly, sufficiently filled. When I arrived back at the Marine Barracks I found myself feeling rather strange sensations going on in the region of my stomach. I made a hasty retreat to my bed and lay upon my back for five hours taking short panting breaths because I found that deep breathing caused even more pressure on the stomach. Thereafter I made quite certain that the rice was well cooked before I loaded up the tray" (Randall and Roach)


Those of you who remember the Saxon Trio's eating habits will note even they would have thought this was just an egregious amount of food and milk, and the man's bedroom must have smelled like a Turkish bathhouse in which Gary Busey and Nick Nolte had been doing squats.  If you slept in a sewer you probably would have breathed better than you could in this man's room.  And Randall gave less fucks than Deadpool donkeypunching Gina Carano in the middle of a child sex ring- he actually once said that if he'd pushed his weight to 500lbs he could have deadlifted 1000lbs (Roach).


Putting aside that Randall's bedroom must've smelled like a camel threw up eggs onto a pile of cow shit, and his bathroom was likely considered a Hazard Zone by every governmental agency in the country, we'll go back to his training.  Randall said he never really had a "set" program, but he did specifically alter his training to the following, done five to six times a week:



Incline Clean and Press (pictured above) – 3x3-5, 355 lbs.
Quarter Front Squat – 3x6-8, 1,010 lbs.
DB Bench Press – 3x3-5, 205 lbs.
DB Decline Press – 3x3-5, 195 lbs.
Good Morning – 3x3-5, 565 lbs.

His training kept changing from then on, rotating in and out various exercises (but usually keeping the total exercise count to six) that constantly ramped up the insanity as he tested his digestive system and his body's ability to adapt.  By the time he had two years of training under his belt, Randall's lifts were among the best in the world at the time.


Randall's Best Lifts after 2 years of training, at 335-410lbs (Greatest, Willoughby 138)
Military Press – 365lbs x two reps, 375 x one rep
Squat – 680lbs
Good Morning – 685lbs (Bent knees, back parallel to the floor)
Deadlift – 730lbs x two reps; 770 x one rep
Strict Curl – 242 lbs Dumbbell Bench Press – 220-pound dumbbells x two reps
Bench Press – 482lbs (with a 3-second pause on the chest)
Decline Dumbbell Bench Press – 220lb dumbbells x one rep
¼ Front Squat – 1,320lbs
Incline Clean and Press – 380lbs x three reps, 410 x one rep

It seems that his switch in diet happened basically on a whim he mentioned to a friend, that he wanted to “look at life from the other side of the weight picture,” and his friend essentially told him he was out of his motherfucking mind, which only served to strengthen his resolve (Rader and Randall).  I can respect that kind of motivation, because as I've written in the past, spite is an amazing motivator.

As far as I was concerned there is no such word as "never" in a lifter’s vocabulary.
- Bruce Randall

Taking up the challenge like a heroin addict takes up a fentanyl habit, Bruce knew he would have to immediately change both his diet and his routine.  Interestingly, he had the exact opposite opinion about the matter than Arnold, though they both ended up at the same conclusion using the same simile.  Whereas in Pumping Iron Arnold said, "you look in the mirror and you say, okay, I need a bit more deltoids ... so that the proportion's right, and ... you exercise and put those deltoids on, whereas an artist would just slap on some clay on each side," Bruce Randall said, "take a sculptor about to create a statue. He takes a big, ungainly piece of rock and with hammer and chisel he chips away at it until the desired effect is created" (Logan).  At 401lbs, Randall saw himself as that big, ungainly piece of rock, and the weights and diet were his hammer and chisel.  With that in mind, he reversed his previous methods and reduced his food intake at each meal, trying to keep his protein and green vegetables high while cutting back on starches and fats.


At the same time he reduced his food intake, he increased his volume in a way only a dangerously psychotic and probably self-destructive person would, training 6-7 hours a day (and once 27 hours in two days and 81 hours in that week), 6-7 days a week (and once 27 days in a row) doing more than 20 exercises with 4-5 sets of 12-15 reps apiece.  He also started walking daily, gradually increasing his walks and pace until after a month he would walk/jog, and was running 3-5 miles a day by the end of his 9 month cut.  And if you say that's going to kill your lifts, no it won't- you're just being an excuse-making pussy.  According to the man himself, "I found that it did not adversely affect my workouts in the gym and in addition to the above mentioned benefits it increased my stamina and endurance greatly" (Logan).

His workout was as unconventional and volume dense-as-a-black-hole as you would guess:
Randall's "Reduction" Program
Situps, leg raises, hanging leg raises – 20-50 reps.
Squats without weight – sets of 20.
Leg curls and extensions – sets of 25.
Bench presses, flyes – sets of 15-20.
Chins, dips, curls, rows, upright rows – sets of 15-25.
Seated DB presses, incline presses – sets of 10-15.
More situps, leg raises and hanging leg raises – sets of 25-50.
Miscellaneous optional exercises at the end of each workout.

Randall at the end of his cut, weighing 187lbs.

If that's not insane enough for you, his 1956 New Years resolution was to do 5.000 situps a day for the first 15 days of 1956.... in addition to all of the other ab training he did. He credited that with his waspish waist, which was an amazingly trim 33", and whatever else it did, that resolution confirmed that the man was indeed crazier the Heath Ledger Joker on angel dust and flakka.  He did, however, say that in retrospect his reps and should have been reversed (ahhh, sweet vindication):
"I prefer to REDUCE the repetitions and INCREASE the number of sets. 
To illustrate the above point let us take the following example. Instead of performing 3 sets of 20 repetitions per exercise, I would prefer to perform 10 sets of 6 repetitions per exercise when training for definition. Let us say that we were able to do 3 sets of 20 reps with 100 pounds in the curl. Now, if we were to increase the sets to 10 and reduce the reps to 6 we would be able to increase the weight substantially to, let us say, 150 pounds! The point is that at the end of the exercise we have performed exactly the same amount of repetitions. However, on the high set, low rep principal, we use 50% more weight thus accomplishing more work and therefore burning more energy which is necessary in order to reduce fat and attain definition. 
Remember, it is the amount of energy you have burned up which in turn is determined by the amount of work you have performed that will determine the amount of fat reduction. This approach to definition should also enable the trainee to retain a great degree of muscle density, at the same time encouraging greater definition. The writer is not suggesting that the reader follow the idea of 10 sets necessarily. It is true that the more sets you perform the longer will be the length of your workout. It is also true, however, that it is necessary to put in many long workouts in order to bring the body around to top contest condition. Ask any top physique winner and you will find that this is true" (Randall).

Bruce in 1959 at 225 lbs

In the end, Bruce Randall was eating like most kids online claim they're eating when they "literally can't eat another thing."  How those kids have such tiny appetites almost as big a mystery as how the formerly competitive-eater level Randall got his food intake down that low.  By the time Randall was down to 183 in 1956, he was eating the following:

Breakfast
2 soft boiled eggs
Plain pint of skim milk
Glass of orange juice
Apple

Lunch
Salad, dates and nuts

Dinner
Round Steak
Two vegetables
Quart skim milk with additional powdered milk
Gelatin
Coffee (Occasionally)


As you can see below, his first couple of competitions didn't go quite as well as Bruce Randall would have liked- but the man remained undeterred.  When he stepped onstage in 1956, Bruce had increased his weight up to 219 lbs., continuing his bizarre weight yo-yo.  In 1957, Randall took a different tack and went lighter, coming in 6th weighing 195 lbs.  At that point he was walking around at a much more reasonable 203lbs-240lbs in the offseason, and won in 1959 weighing 231lbs, four pounds lighter and an inch shorter than Arnold Schwarzenegger, who would win it nine years later.

Bruce Randall's Competition History
1956 – Mr. America – AAU, 13th
1957 – Mr. America – AAU, 6th
1958 – Universe – Pro – NABBA, Tall, 2nd
1959 – Universe – Pro – NABBA, Tall, 1st
1959 – Universe – Pro – NABBA, Overall Winner

“I constantly put personal goals before myself and these goals acted as a stimulus of sorts. In other words, I would set a date, perhaps three weeks hence, when I would try to accomplish some change such as a loss of 12 pounds or a reduction around the chest or waist of several inches. This idea of using goals is something that I learned when I was gaining weight and strength. I would tell myself that at a certain date I would press or deadlift, etc., such a poundage. Thus I found myself constantly challenged and I love challenges!" (Randal and Rader).
And that is essentially where the Bruce Randall story ends.  He fell off the map and no one really heard from him again.  Likely, he burnt himself out and just didn't have it in him to keep training.  On top of that, his unconventional methods and ridiculous training volume lent themselves about as well to coaching athletes as John Belushi's party practices would have lent themselves to leading AA meetings.  In any event, the man is a fucking textbook on how a zero-fucks-given attitude and big brass balls can push you to the forefront of the strength game... and that the bullshit about yo-yo dieting killing you faster than a diet of plutonium will.  Randall lived to the ripe old age of 87, probably just to prove one unnecessarily awesome point.

A couple of gems Randall had for people regarding training were (Randall):



  • “I did do one exercise during this time which may have had some influence on my squat. This was the good morning exercise. When I reached over 400 lbs. on this exercise I found that I could not do the exercise in the strict sense because I had to band at the knees in order to compensate for the weight at the back of the neck. I made 685 in this manner with my back parallel to the floor and once almost made 750 but was forced to dump it because of a shift in the weight."
  • “I found the ¼ Front Squats helped me push-press heavy weights and believe it to be a fine exercise." 
  • When cutting- “I use powdered milk and skim milk mixed together, thus increasing the protein content. I also took coffee at times finding it tended to curtail my appetite."
  • Just as Mac from It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia said about his season-long weight gain, Randall felt good at his heaviest.  "Actually, I felt fine when weighing 400 pounds but found that I perspired freely and had a bit of trouble getting about the city. Of course I needed great amounts of sleep and food. My food bill (early ‘50s) was never under $80 per week and very often well over $100. I know that if I wanted to gain again I could weight 500 lbs. in 18 months time." 
  • On doing anything you believe you can- "Many people say that added weight is not necessary to become stronger. Perhaps they are right, but in my case it was necessary because I believed it was.
  • "I would suggest that those who find it difficult to refrain from the cake pie and candy routine remind themselves that each candy bar will cost them another 500 situps to work off! I found this to be a very persuasive means of combating temporary dietary temptations!"
  • Finally, all you Zyzz and Jeff Seid loving motherfuckers out there take note- "Remember that anyone can have the definition he desires if he is willing to train and will apply a little “exercise” of the will power. In conclusion I think it might be wise to add that there is a time to be extremely defined and a time not to be quite so defined. I feel that it is unwise to maintain an extreme degree of definition for great lengths of time because, by reducing the body fat to an absolute minimum, one also reduces his resistance and may subject his body to colds and many other possible illnesses."

So what have we learned?  First, we learned once again that you form Nazis out there can take a big step back and literally fuck your own faces.  We also learned that literally anything is possible if you set your mind to it and go ball-to-the-fucking-wall.  Finally, it should also seem fairly obvious to anyone paying attention that bulking at the outset to build strength and size makes far more sense than trying to achieve and maintain Instagram-ready abs at all times.  Frankly, I wish I'd dirty bulked in my formative years so I could maintain a higher set-point of muscle mass, rather than constantly scraping and scratching to gain a little muscle every year on a diet of rice and chicken... plus, pizza is fucking delicious.  A bit of food for thought, at least...

"Singleness of mind and the will power to stick to something with the courage to go on in spite of what people might say is a great factor to success."

By the way, big ups to Antonio Jacopo Campaner for reminding me of this guy's name.

Sources:
Bruce Randall.  Greatest Physiques.  Web.  8 May 2018.
 https://www.greatestphysiques.com/bruce-randall/

Christopher, Logan.  Bruce Randall.  Legendary Strength.  8 Oct 2013.
 Web.  8 May 2018.  https://legendarystrength.com/bruce-randall/

Davis, Chris.  Sylvester Stallone workout: Rocky & Rambo.  Pop Workouts.  21 Feb 2016.  Web.  16 May 2018.  https://www.popworkouts.com/sylvester-stallone-workout-rocky-rambo/4/

Heffernan, Conor.  Bruce Randall and the most amazing transformation in bodybuilding.  Physical Culture Study.  1 Jun 2016.  Web.  30 Apr 2018.  https://physicalculturestudy.com/2016/06/01/bruce-randall-and-the-most-amazing-transformation-in-bodybuilding/

Randall, Bruce.  Definition, That Elusive Quality.  Tight Tan Slacks of Dezso Ban.  30 Apr 2009.  Web.  30 Apr 2018.  http://ditillo2.blogspot.com/2009/04/definition-that-elusive-quality-bruce.html

Randall, Bruce and Peary Rader.  How Bruce Randall Trained- Up and Down to a Mr. Universe Title (1957).  Tight Tan Slacks of Dezso Ban.  24 Aug 2008.  Web.  30 Apr 2018.  https://ditillo2.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-bruce-randall-trained-randall-rader.html

Roach, Randy.  the amazing transformation of Bruce Randall.  Iron Game History.  Aug 2008.  Web.  8 May 2018.  https://www.starkcenter.org/static/igh/articles/igh10.3.23.pdf
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