There are essentially two types of people in the world, and they're very aptly depicted in the Matrix- those content to pretend to live in freedom, and those who will actually endure the pain of doing so.  I'm the latter, whereas most people seem to be the former.  Theyr're the dickbag in the Matrix who

[It seems I'm not the only person who wants to chokeslam the giants behind the keyboard running around yammering on about alphas and betas and cuckolds.  Before we dive into the depths of their idiocy, I'll just suggest to anyone who uses those words on a regular basis that 1) you're a goddamn moron, 2)

Disclaimer: If you're serious about being a Christian, you might take umbrage with a lot of this article. That said, I wasn't flaming anyone out of some innate desire to irritate Christians- I find the whole Christian Muscularity movement to be a strange and unseemly method to rope in little kids and people in the

Tragically, you can't cut the throat of every cocksucker whose character it would improve. A Preface: Of late, I have received a tremendous volume of emails from people who wish to have me hold their hands like small children as they make their way through the gym, constantly looking to me for affirmation and recognition as they

This is just one of the many entries in my magnum opus, 365 Days of Brutality, which is onsale in both print and ebook formats.  365 Days of Brutality is not your typical "repackage the same old shit," overpriced training ebook with terrible formatting and a tiny size- this thing is a beast the likes

It goes without saying that Bill "Peanuts" West would be unloved in your average tryhard, super srs bro "hardcore gym these days- he bore none of their accouterments. He lacked a fancy belt, didn't talk about training incessantly, didn't stress and whine about lifting to random strangers at every opportunity, didn't take endless photographs of

We have, of course, all seen the epic sci-fi horror film Cube, a film in which a few hapless and patently unlikable people find themselves trapped inside a massive, shifting Rubik's Cube boobytrapped with the type of futuristic insanity that would have given the Viet Cong lifetime hardons had they seen them in 1968. Because