Growing up I always wanted to be big. My father was jacked at 6'4 260 and the kind of respect and deference people gave him I always wanted for myself. When I arrived at university I decided I was going to bulk up and achieve my fathers physique. This is the story of my bodybuilding journey.

  • When I arrived in my dorm one of the first things I was told was no blenders and no electric grills. I needed my blender to make my breakfast shake and I needed my grill so I could prepare large amounts of cheap healthy food.

  • The cafeteria at my school was described as all you can eat. However in reality they did everything in their power to limit how much Protein you consumed. Protein is expensive and the cafeteria is trying to maximize its profit. The only way I was going to get bigger was by consuming lots of protein and the only way to do that was stealing extra chicken breasts from behind the counter. The cafeteria also didn't want me to sneak out food, but I didn't want to be hungry in the middle of the day.

  • The gym was no better. The management didn't want anyone to do power-lifting or Olympic lifting with heavy weight because it was dangerous and noisy. They also didn't like chalk or grunting (which is sometimes necessary to prevent hernia on ultra heavy weight).

  • Finally, there was a general culture of swole hate in some of my liberal arts classes. My women's studies teacher would once said that men display their muscles to intimate and bully those around them. I asked if women display their breasts to attract mates but the irony was lost on everybody because they were too busy being offended. What I found was that feminists have no problem perpetuating the myth that muscular men are stupid and aggressive. Never mind, the fact that I was attending the same prestigious university as everyone else.

What I found on the while actualizing my childhood dream is that women and betas always stand in the way of greatness. They love mediocrity and they love enforcing mediocrity by making as many rules as possible, a phenomenon called Cultural Marxism.

If you want to be the best then your going to have to do whatever it takes to get there. That means breaking rules. That means upsetting betas. That means grunting on a 500 pound deadlift even if it makes women uncomfortable. It means putting extra meat on your plate, and when a beta confronts you about it, staring into his little bitch eyes so he knows that your doing what you have to do and he cant stop you.