For those of you who have been patiently awaiting the third part of the Bill West series, I hope that the rewritten BMEs (including this one about Bruce Randall that I back dated just to keep from reposting old shit nonstop) have at least sated your insatiable ironlust somewhat- as you’ll soon see, I have basically been writing around the fucking clock in an effort to produce my magnum opus regarding strength training. This goddamn thing is already 250+ pages in 9pt font and will likely top out at over 300 when all of the formatting is complete, and I’m releasing it on Chaos and Pain and Amazon. It’ll be in epub for download, and will have a print version available on Amazon. And since I’ve already been asked, we’re working on figuring out a solution for signed copies. Likely I’ll just buy a few and sign them when people order them through Chaos and Pain.

Incidentally, I’m also full time with Chaos and Pain again, and we’re going to be making a bunch of changes to streamline it and take it back to its super hardcore roots. I’ll keep you updated on that. Sadly, the human flesh based protein is retardedly expensive and difficult to produce, and human flesh is high in the very aminos used in nitrogen spiking, which is an incredibly nerdy conversation for another time, so that idea is dead, though I am still planning on doing a super death metal label for a limited run of protein that will be called Cannibal Fuel.

All that shit aside, here is a sneak preview at 365 Days of Brutality: An Anti-Programming Manifesto, which will be dropping very, very soon.

An Introduction to Anti-Programming

“Work hard, play hard.  And whatever you do, do it with the volume turned up.”

-Nolan Bushnell, genius founder of Atari and Chuck E. Cheese, and arguably the best employer in the history of commerce

Over the course of the last ten years, it seems, lifting has gone from a pastime for athletic misfits who wanted an outlet for their aggression and testosterone to a milquetoast, mainstream pastime that most people view as work, and one that most lifters treat like they’re punching a clock on an assembly line.  Gone is the artistry, inventiveness, and camaraderie, replaced by a bunch of dickheads in pastel velour and lame ass Gymshark shirts bearing spiritless programs created by soulless, thieving, snake oil salesmen with no respect for the culture they’re actively destroying.

What you will find in these pages are a hazy outline of success, not a step-by-step guide to physical greatness.  There is no step-by-step roadmap to success, and anyone who says otherwise is selling you a goddamn lie.  Champions are forged, not formulated, and it is the fire of their will that shapes them, not the byzantine mathematical process by which some long-dead Russian prescribed training methods for a pack of half-starved peasants living in a perpetual haze of horrific pollution under a brutal, despotic regime (I’m talking about periodization, for those of you who don’t get the reference).

That’s right- this is an anti-programming manifesto.  If you shelve this book next to a copy of Zatsiorsky’s text or Siff’s bland bullshit, there is a very real chance those other books will screech and burn and run flaming into the night.  Nevermind the ethereal, spidery arms of doom projecting from this book’s cover when that happens- they’re just here to keep you safe from the spate of know-nothing charlatans who consider Henry Ford to be the godfather of modern bodybuilding.

No matter what 150lb “gurus” on Instagram might assert, programming is, by and large, utter bullshit.  It’s unnecessary and counterproductive for most people, and has been sold to people who don’t know any better because it takes thought out of the equation and allows lifters to blame other people when their progress stalls or the program fails.  And even when it succeeds, what assures the lifter that they could not have matched the results they achieved, or exceeded them, simply on the merits of their own hard work? Nothing. That’s what.

Maybe you drive the speed limit on a deserted highway in the middle of the night, when there’s no traffic.  You could get where you’re going a hell of a lot faster, but you’re of the opinion that slow and steady wins the race, and you’re gonna follow the directions of a person you’ve never met to get the most people to a destination in a reasonable period of time, not the people who blazed new trails, tried alternative routes and different means of travel.  Well, if you are that kind of slow-and-steady wins the race type, put this book down and walk away, and enjoy your lifetime of drudgery and mediocrity.

This thing has workouts from greats you’ve never heard of, but should have, and ones you know all about (but hopefully including shit you didn’t already hear), from arm wrestling, powerlifting, weightlifting, bodybuilding, strongman, and some random weirdos thrown in for good measure. Some of the people included in 365 Days:

  • Big Z
  • Harold Poole
  • Manfred Hoerberl
  • Klokov
  • Brutil Bertil Fox
  • Vince Anello
  • Pudz
  • Marvin Eder
  • Leo Stern
  • Larry Pacifico
  • The Chinese Olympic Weightlifting Team
  • Dorian Yates
  • Braun Strowman
  • Svend Karlsen
  • tons more

There’s also a shitload of recipes (a lot of them easy to make so you can finally stop eating the same shit all the time), random anecdotes about the eating habits of people listed in the book, and even some bodyweight workouts for when you can’t get to the gym. In short, fuck all of the badly written 20 page bullshit ebooks- this is a legitimate piece of art that will actually reflect the money you spent on it.

The research I’ve done here has actually changed the way I’ve been training recently, which is pretty fucking cool, as it always is when life imitates art… and it has bled into the start of a legit Stewroids book. I lack the appeal to turn this industry on its head, but I definitely intend to give it a fucking shot. We’ve all been ripped off far too many times.

And now, back to writing…


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