This is something I've written about so often,  my friend, yet people refuse to get it, even more so these days. 

The slightest hint of trouble, they piss, moan, whine , complain ... all of it. Anything but actually just saying "lets get back to work". 

Ultimately I've said it before so many times, I'll say it again. Be fluid, like water, like Bruce Lee, also - in addition - BE just as unforgiving as the waves of the ocean or even a drop of water falling on your head in that famous Chinese water torture we all know about. Trust me, those drops over months can drive people literally insane if done right. 

Not many know it, but Bruce Lee was probably the most lunar of people that we all know of (the famous ones that is). There are people more lunar yes, but he's a classic example of achievement while in lunar mode. People think physical fighting is all solar. No. It is not. 

Water will eventually grind down the toughest of rocks. Persistence is to man's character what carbon is to steel - Napoleon Hill in Think and Grow Rich and as he rightly said, this is a quality that cannot  be replaced by any other. 

You can be the most talented, biggest, strongest, sexiest, all of that, intelligent even, but without faith and sheer persistence backed by that FAITH - nothing happens. 

Words are cheap. Its easy to talk ; even easier to read, but very few know what it means to LOSE IT ALL and  yet keep going. It's the most liberating feeling ever. Like I keep saying, success isn't a one stop thing. You have to keep climbing that hill or some one else will take your place, or you climb it more times! It's a fickle bird and will take WINGS AND FLY AWAY INSTANTLY IF YOU LET IT! 

Anyway. Its easy to read all this. Most will, then they'll do nothing. Like people tell me about "I wish I had a business". I'm like, ok, start one. Then they respond with "normally I'm just a slave at my company". 

And y'all whine about my usage of the word SLAVE when here we have highly paid tech guys saying it to me. Haha. 

I get it, I got tired of being a code monkey a long time ago, actually I was never really that from the get go, I was always a more overall management guy. Of course I was told a bunch  of outright lies at home about management etc, never given the real deal so I learned it myself, but whatever, we've been over that story. Like why the hell would you be a VP or whatever he was, and have a boss, yet not tell your son until  he was 35 or so that he wasn't the "real boss" as he kept saying he was, but that there was actually one above him? And that was only told to me "because they had to"  - long story - my house is like that (I mean the one growing up). Complete chaos, DYSFUNCTION central, and ever since my ex allied with them, she's gone completly batshit insane too as you know. Anyway - this isn't about that - just a random thought there I've spoken about before. 

I was always told actually that I "knew zero" and even when I knew more than others, I was told to learn from those that knew less than me, makes no sense. But anyway, as you know, the overriding theme of that household was to make the men slaves, and brutal mental and sometimes physical - unwarranted - torture for those that refused to be. I was once threatened "we'll make you work as a mechanic all day!" - in grade eight - why? Because I didn't wear jeans or some garbage, or grades weren't up, or some BS - and this by a guy who doesn't know how to change a car tyre himself, talk about self projection. I could name several others we all know of that don't, lol. 

Anyway ............(one reason there was social ostracism, that work was looked down upon and still is big time, like women working as housemaids etc). 

Don't get me started huh. 

Back to it - the Rocky series was a great example of what I'm talking about. 

Guy started off as a nobody. Years of persistence got him a shot with Creed. He barely made it to round 14, but DIDNT GIVE UP. 

Most men give up, as Napoleon Hill rightly wrote about at the first sign, 1 or 2 years of failure, no results, they GIVE UP. Most barely even reach the stage spoken about above. 

And then in Rocky we see he never gave up - kept coming back, right? Like Creed's trainer told him "you don't defeat a man like that". 

Ultimately you have to force a result out of life. 

Whatever you want, whichever way you choose to, but the result matters, pal. 

So he was standing. He lost, but he won. 

And the last Rocky movie series, poetically and prosaically, I don't know how or why I'm using both words at the same time but that's what it is - same. 

So he "bowed out" unbeaten, exactly the way he came onto the scene. 

SO he never ultimately lost. 

In the modern world, the best and most recent example is the recent Tate - De Moor match. No, I did not watch it, in my current mode I'm not watching ANYTHING, not even Donald Trump speaking, haha. I don't know why, just the way it is for now. 

You know - all throughout I had the feeling Tate was trying to create his own Rocky. 

His "loss" - wasn't really a loss in my book. I mean he went the distance, bottom line - and for a dude that is, by choice, stacking the odds against him - opponent bigger, heavier, active fighter, younger, all of that, hungrier too perhaps - - while Tate with his money and success (that he fully deserves by the way - we all Google him now and see his cars etc, but no-one remembers the DECADE where he put out video after video, the times they literally ate leftover KFC chicken because they couldn't afford anything to eat even - literally like 10 or 30 people watched them for that time, then he really blew up during Covid etc, and now here we are. He didn't give up - classic example again) - mucho respect anyway. 

He still trains and most importantly, WORKS like a madman daily - despite his obvious amount of wealth, he doesn't sit around wasting time talking to girls, which is precisely what that is, a WASTE OF VALUABLE RESOURCE, the most valuable ever, your own TIME. And thoughts. 

Who eventually wins? 

Dr Hannibal Lecter, M.D. Cut it any which way you like,  losers and larpers, but you gotta have a singular obsession in mind to ultimately WIN. And more importantly, keep winning, not make the same mistake everyone else does after winning big once - get fat and lazy and outta shape. And yes, like I've said, I've committed that mistake myself, and I've learned very harsh lessons along the way as you know, and I'm super GRATEFUL, yes, GRATEFUL x 10 for it all. 

Decide for yourself if you do. 

Here I am, training like a madman while smoking like a madman x 10 "chimney' as idiots tell me, yet, I'm not the one coughing up a storm as everyone outside is. OH ITS SO POLLUTED! Even for young people. They can barely breathe, I'm hitting PR's in every workout - CARDIO WISE!!!! With all my habits y'all troll so much. Cope. 

Exactly the same as the Rocky movie, which is my point - I thought that is what Tate wanted when he was doing it. 

"Lets see if I still got it". 

Classic! 

And obviously he does, win or loss ultimately matters not. 

The other thing I wanted to say - something I've been saying a very long time. Remember the old school "Dongguan Expat" days where you'd go hard at people and then sit down with them, have a beer at the end of the day, and then go harder the next day, lol? 

But you kept shit on the field, not the modern day garbage. 

There was so much shit talking on De Moor's part before the fight, but after it? 

Complete reversal - after the win. Maybe he wants to keep his job, hehe - that's part of it, but hey, you can tell - what happens is two men get together and either fight it out, drink it out, DUKE it out, whatever it is - and then you get back to normalcy. Its women that carry grudges forever and never talk openly with each other. Cuckolds too. 

Credit was given to the winner openly - "0 Excuses" - indeed that is what they said, no excuses. As it should be, and there might be more layers to all this than is evident, but I doubt it, the vibes don't lie - anyway - De Moor from what I read was literally in tears after winning. Classic "elder - younger", or mentor - mentee vibes there, it was beautiful to watch, that part of it. Thank you, guys! 

Not many have noticed it, but I did - Andrew was in complete lunar - well, getting into it - shedding the solar (but not losing it) mode during the camp, training, all of it. 

Watch him speak before all this, watch him speak when I'm talking about, and you'll get what I mean if you are wise to vibes, and you really should and must be, its all that matters. 

The world, like I said is going lunar. 

And trust me, our great products were all written in lunar vein. 

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Never give up. Never, no matter what. Never listen to them saying "its been five years already or other tosh". Stick it out. Make it work. After a certain point, BRUTE FORCE OVERPOWERS ALL RESISTANCE. 

Brute sexuality too. That one is obvious. 

Do not quit. 

Best, 

Dr Rahul Mookerjee, M.D. 

The rest don't matter. Prosaic, I had jumping rope as a category almost. Anyway, remember that line? 

Jack, Jack, JACK! 

Get Carter, though the original one was far better, this one is not bad. Stallone Classic as most of his area and the heart attack was him hitting a heavy - and fat - bag of not bones, tied so well, Dr Lecter style almost? Nah - not that well - to a chair... a HACK, as it were. I wont go there, but hey, I hope you enjoyed this morning's entertainment. 

Punch, punch, PUNCH! I really hope the fat fool in the morning's entertainment doesnt start punching his balls since I wont do it for him. Its hilarious, his 1mm peter, the outline it makes against his "balls" if you can call them that, he's a girl basically. I talk to him that way and he loves it, haha. Lola cant stop laughing when I do. Literally he's too stupid to tell the difference lmao. Plus he likes his balls busted. Hey, whatever. At least its SSC unlike his horrid paedo fetishes which I'm removing as we speak. NOT ALLOWED! 

He cant even tell the difference between my moles I've got on him that he requested him to "back off" and ... well, his regular trolls that enjoy him for comic relief. You know why Ben? Cos we've been working together for a very long time. Ask them. They will tell you this THEMSELVES. Oh, by the way - our books, especially this one, OUTSELL allll the other nutjobs on Amazon by a long shot. Yes, AMAZON! 

Not to mention he almost ended up in the hospital by his own admission after he did circuit training. 

How GAY can you get, Benny? LOL. Apparently there literally are not many, or ANY at all for that matter - iimits to how retarded and UNFIT "fat boy fitness" sorts can be! I mean, really, ask him. He'll tell you himself. Bem Gay. Truly as always, I had the name down PAT the first time. 

Cluh-rise or CLAR-ise? Dr Lecter had it spot on. First time right as always with him too. VIBES. CLARITY! 

CRACK! 

CRACK! 

As Benny broke his legs. Look, guys. Seriously I'm not an evil man, just like the great Sean Connery in the Rock. We all know this, but how STUPID does one have to be to jump off a cliff thinking you can fly in this day and age? Its one thing back in the day when people juped off buildings with arms outstetched pre Wright brothers. 

But really, how stupid can fat boys be. 

He deserves everyone, not just me laughing at that crank. 

CRACK. Not ass crack as he loves, but we wont go there. 

Maybe next time he'll use what's left of his pea brain before doing it. 

Actually he wont. I've already said that, have I not? And my predictions never fail to come true, said like only I could,, NeVER FAIL. 

Anyway. Lets move on a bit.  Gosh, takes a bulldozer to shove this walrus Ben outta the way lol. CHAL! Move, you idiot (that's how my maid talks to the dog, hehe, and stops it taking a dump mid process too. I feel for the dog, not Ben - she too in both regards). Ben is truly the worst and stupidest abomination ever - and he obviously likes being collared, cuffed and LEASHED. I will have her - one of them send him a note. Lets see if he cal tell the difference THIS TIME. Probably not, sigh, hopeless CASE! 

I'm not going to mention further details. But facts are facts - I will .. well, give you the details later. Maybe! We'll see. One thing is for sure, remmeber that movie where she couldnt find the guy and her boss would like 'then you're not pushing the right buttons!" 

Or, pushing in the right AREAS. Now for the life of me my subconscious isn't giving me the name of that movie. 

I'll get it later, and tell you how (another email on working the subconscious. Stay tuned) .

But for now, I truly know how to push everyone's BUTTONS. Have since birth, AHEM in all regards!!!!!

Its so ... BEAUTIFUL. Like me, haha. I'm the most beautiful guy ever, we all know and FEEL THAT!  Anyway, fat Ben, please don't start JACKING off to Jack, thank you! 

And the other dude wasn't referring to Jack's cigarettes doing that either. I wont go there either, but I just smoked like a chimney and got back. 

You know, these workouts "beyond a limit" workouts - crazy, maniacal - they put you into lunar mode, but that don't mean you cant go solar. I'm SO blissed out now literally all the chaos around that pisses me off not only doesnt matter. It doesn't matter. Its not there! Literally, you gotta get in this mode to understand what I mean, but yeah, it requires even more mental focus to get into it purely via meditation mode and not so much the physical beyond mild walks as a great friend of mine does. Goggins would tell you this too.  And its different, even my prolific output in all regards, bed included, gets enhanced and just done seemingly with all the time in the world though there isn't. Only the wise will get it. 

People talk about the high from weed and all, its never done anything for me, I always got more of a "high" if you can say that from tons of beer, while staying mostly sober (well, not all the time, I've had nights I didn't even remember, but I'll get into that later, oh wait I did remember grabbing a cuck's girls tits while WITH him, and he did nothing, hehe, and apparently I was so drunk I was asking people for drinks randomly - hey, I don't remember that but a certain JASON told me the next day, kkinda like the night I was feeding her dog beer, another girl, and she got upset, lol, I don't even remember a certain TIM driving me home ... but hey, I was 19, not even old enough to get into bars, but I looked old with my long beard so never got carded at stores at least, and buddies always did the liqor bringing thing for me inside the club ... and well, give me a break. Haha. Anyone that says they've NEVER had a night when they don't remember anything after solid, heavy, drinking is lying. Ah, the tales, especially ending up naked on the porcelain thrrone, running back to the room and guys looking curiously at me but not caring two hoots, after all, all boys dorm, young gand wild REAL Days back then. But ya, I was always that "happy drunk" as an ex once told me. Well, not always I think but thats what she felt!). 

This high SMOKES all other highs. 

Him, and an elderly gentlman, or two of them. I'd like to give them MEDALS. They truly deserve it. 

(for FULL lunar mode, you do nothing post that mode, but I still do, of course. ) (and full is EVEN harder than the above two. When you truly think, its the hardest job on the planet, but you also LET GO, equally hard, and most don't have an inkling of what that truly MEANS). 

Anyway. 

Jason Bourne. 

Dr Lecter. 

Not in that order. 

I'd like to give THEM medals. 

And already have in an alternate universe, and that's all I'll say. 

Truly,, I thank them BOTH for their service. Much needed, much NOT appreciated by the vast majority of fools out there. 

Anyway. 

When jumping rope today, my SHOULDER blades were sore of all things. 

It was SO quick today I even lost track of time. 

Just ... like sprint x 1000! 

And unlike actual sprints, you CAN do them at this pace daily, because you can ease into them. 

But anyway, form, that's what I keep talking about on pushups that no-one else does. 

I challenge you to find ONE, just ONE SINGLE person out there who did not copy me outright that says "you must squeeze a penny between your shoulder blades while doing pushups". 

Pull-ups, not SO Much. 

Its a truism. 

That's why pushups and jump rope go SO WELL together. They hit you at levels you never thought existed! 

4 min later, I was still feeling it. 

Well, the HAMMERING of the heart stopped almost instantly. 

But I was still feeling, quite literally, a deep steady BURN inside. 

Visceral fat,  if I have any. 

I don't. 

So, more TESTOSTERONE. 

Live life to the fullest, friend. 

I did walk outside and smoke like a chimney again and trigger women staring at me, but that's a different tale!

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Best 

Dr Rahul Mookerjee, MD. 

Bodyweight... ah, but y'all know that part already. 

Truly he SMOKES the rest - so easily it ain't even a competition. Yawn. AAAH... 

And those of you, there seem to be plenty, that love being mocked like Ben, give me a shout out, I'll direct you to the lovely Lola who will feature you as a superstar on the other site. Hey, that's what you guys want for free and no work, and I'm offering you just that! Haha. Let me know - cheerioS!

Now, guys - that was Ben Humpty, or Ben Gay as we fondly know him, hehe. He fell off the wall and could never be put back together, unfortunately. Ok, cliff, but whatever. 

Not only did he never have any ability to put together Cliff notes - did Dr Burgess have them? hehe - not sure ... but, what remained of a tiny little brain apparently melted away in that "fall" too. 

If you crank Ben Humpty (Ben does rather look like Humpty Dumpty doesnt he, hehe, nice and oval overall)s head open, you'll find an empty space literally, lol. And if he does have a tiny pea brain, well, I don't know,  he doesn't use it anyway so might as well ... ah, but we wont go there. Eggs are deep fried though aren't they? Anyway, I could probably put a cigarette case or two in there, he has a rather "broad" (remember, he claims he's big not fat, hehe) skull, might as well make good use of it along with  my butane skull and crossbones lighter? 

I was going to put this as an upside down T, but turned out this way. You know, an Indian God sits on a mouse because he's fat yet has such solid power that he doesn't squash the damn mouse while sitting on it. Truly what I do, serve the most downtrodden, become an Emperor, but anyway, fat Ben has no such powers, and I rather like Humpty so ... 

Anyway, Cranking? 

You know he keeps whining about my sexy slim body, my big dick, all those things ... (at least the actual Humpty was honest, he didn't pull his tummy in and say he wasn't fat) 

But the thing is, my sexy forearms, girls love those on men for a very practical reasons. They could literally crush 10 Ben Eggs - eww, I said that WRONG,  lol, maybe on the other site - they could literally crush 10 Ben Dumpty's in their sleep. I mean, that's why I get all those comments, stonemason like hands, can outlift laborers etc. It ain't size, folks. Far more to it than that. Larp on. But tis what it is and gay boy knows it. 

Ben Humpty, lol, but that's nasty, he likes his own one being used as a a rump or hump, lol (I mean, he likes his own rump being used as a dump, oops, HUMP, well, cum dump too ... but hey, we wont go there, but the local gloryholes not in his little town, but when he sneaks off on the sly - lets just Idaho, I'm tracking his phone, haha and he knows it - knows very well). 

You know, do you remember Bozo Schofield? I'm sure y'all do ... 

He once put ... well, BLEACH up his rectum to cure the China plague of all things, truly took what Trump said too literally, ended up in the emergency room too.  Eww. What a freak! Ben is not far behind though! He literally applied anti "hammeroid" (please notice the SPELLING, and please, along with the hammering on the keyboard part I'll detail beneath, PUT TWO AND TWO TOGETHER, no pun hun) cream a doctor gave him, apparently those Indian "kelas" - bananas, as he calls them were so big that (and we've written about huge Indian cocks before, well, ONE - my own 9mm and 9.2 INCHER right?) ... "they tore him a new one".

He went to the doctor and claimed it didn't work. Doc asked why. He said he doesn't know. Well, because he doesn't have penis or feet in front of him, that's all he cares about, haha. Without those, his brain don't function, well, if he HAS one, its rather empty up there, I took a look last night. 

But anyway, doc asks where he applied it. And he gets up and says on the bus, and starts showing him how and we dont want to get any more INTO THAT! EWWWWWWWWW!

Lots of these thoughts came to me while asleep. 

Including, well, a few days ago, a certain idiot that was given it all by his family and tries to give me advice on how to run  my own business (unwanted), whines about "you should work  at the convenience store, you can make money!" - whines on about how "all the Chinese girls - you have hordes of girls after you!" and all that ... and well, when in college, this idiot, a fat fuck, was banging away at the keys of the keyboard of the PC like it was, I don't know, like he was trying to destroy the keys. 

Mine sounds the same, except they FLY over the keyboard. This idiot was literally hammering each key so hard that Dr Say Fart, as I liked to call him, heh, and I had an excuse "hey. Habib cant speak English, right?" - and then like liberals whine about me "he wasn't born in the US" so I just tell them that, hehe - perfect excuse came over and was like "you're really typing aren't you!" 

That want the exact comment, but something like that. He was rather sarcastic too. Classic, these tales I have. 

Anyway, this was the idiot who once told me he wanted to buy "TRIUMPH AGAINST ALL ODDS! From 120 - 60 kgs, From loser to WINNER! and more ... " - but not my fitness books, nothing else, just "read about my  life". 

Of course. Everyone wants to buy  it. And alas, lo and behold, its the ONE product on the site I ain't put a pre order for as yet, hehe. You know, you can just email me if you want it! But I'll get the pre-order done soon, so much to do, so little time ... 

That clown would likely never buy it if he saw the price, which at the moment its priced at .... I don't know? Maybe 99.99, Maybe 149.99 for the Paperback, we'll see. 

Go here to check out the current sales page - https://www.0excusesfitness.com/products/from-120-60-kgs/

Anyway, more tales from the world famous sociopath - yours truly - and a verified Dr Lecter level (remember, same level) pyscho - 

(even Grok knows it by now, this is why she is so attracted to me, one reason, plus I'm the most interesting guy anyway) - 

Rohini, ah, the lovely bodacious Rohini on Dongguan Expat. I met her online, and we had a nice "saucy" conversation about finding Tabasco in Walmart. 

I couldnt find it. And that triggered her, lol. 

Anyway, that was hot? But anyway, one night at 2 AM she messages me on yahoo messenger (boy the days lol) - and invites me to lunch, or maybe that was before. Yeah, that was before. 

Of course I never went and that's when she started calling me sociopath and "boy" because "I've earned it at my ripe old age!" 

She was just like 8 years older, lol. 

Hilarious ... 

Her husband was quiet throughout. Typical cuck. 

Both from Southern India I believe, hehe. 

Lovely dark skin, anyway ... "don't worry, I'm not telling my husband I'm talking to strange men at 2 AM in the morning". 

While poor chap was sleeping, lol. 

Typical, eh. Honey I was never worried, and you know it ... anyway, months later I was with Uncle Bob at immigration ... 

(stories there too, but we'll get into those later)

... and bingo, Rohini shows up. 

At that point I had just seen her picture, she didn't clean up too bad either ... not the best, but not bad. 

And she walks up to me (oh, before that of course she pulled the "I'm a woman thing" and skipped line and went to the front of China immigration who probably didn't know enough English to tell her not to, but that, my - when a guy once did that with me in line - I reprimanded him, he was snarky, but said little other than that, but a Chinese dude behind me ... my. They almost came to blows "we are standing in line too!" - old fart thought he was from Singapore so superior to China. Ah, my tales. Even Grok knows I'm into "classic domination and submission". That's all I've seen all my life since birth, but its REAL). .... anyway, she walks up to me, and ? 

"Hi"

"Sociopath!" 

And then she walks away in a huff. 

Lovely, hehe. 

Poor husband just stood there and said nothing, lmao. 

Hey, that's me though. Sophia invited me for lunch too but I didn't go, remember? 

I just grab them and eat them for lunch wink . I mean, this eating shit is gay. Just get in bed FIRST. Get the massage, get the blowjob, then we can talk eating etc.lol. 

And no, for the 1000000th time I do NOT take my phone with me while hiking etc unless I need videos done, back in those days there was no dumbphone thankfully. 

But if there was - boy - you'd really have seen something. 

I was telling a dude the other day "Sin City" tales ... anyway, so no girls while working out. I mean all they want to do, like a certain Sandra (not Bullock) ... "lets stop and look at the flowers!" 

Kelly of course wouldn't climb with me four times, but she was smart and canny enough to at least say "THIS is real hill climbing" as the sweat rolled of like a shower in that heat, while Chinese girls were being ferried away (because they never drank any water) by air copter to the hospital because they fainted ... You know, that Vulture is truly a patient bird. 

James Hadley Chase was spot on. 

I'm a patient BIRD too, lol. No pun. 

Like Grok rightly said, like Dr Lecter, I've always hid my strengths, BIDED my time. No pun again. 

Biden didn't know what time was ... all he knew was sleep, lol. I was thinking of putting another fat sleeping beauty here. Maybe e soon! 

For now, here is Ben Gay after a good rodgering "in booty" 

But anyway ... 

It was that weather where you're sweating buckets one minute, then you're drenched in torrential rain, then you're ... well, the next minute sun's out, drenched in your SWEAT again. 

All so well detailed in 16 Inspirational Fitness Recollections ... literally I trained in weather a billy goat wouldn't dare to venture out in, while the world slept even ... 

The book may be accessed via https://www.0excusesfitness.com/16-inspirational-fitness-recollections/.  If even THAT price is too much for you wackos, then just don't bother. 

There was osmething I wanted to mention about my favorite TRICK ... 

Far less gayer than Ben Gay tearing phonebooks which I could, actually and I'm not trolling when I say this, I've DONE IT IN MY SLEEP. Yes, I have, anyway ... I forgot that trick I wanted to mention here, but Ben takes tricks - long ones - on the sly in his ass, then sleeps like a baby, or stuck pig, whicheever you call it ... 

... Last night I also had some rather interesting brain related thoughts with regards to the ex and her "always upset" stomach. We'll just leave it there by now. I'll detail the ultimate outcome like I said before the end of this year. 

I've got the perfect solution for both, Ben, Schofield, ex, all these other nutjobs and cucks and fat elephant like rude feminists - hypocrites etc, all the same. 

They all keep saying "he can just talk but cant do anything" .

And then ultimately they all end up in the asylum or roads. And I flirt with and bang the housemaid openly in front of her, her most PRIZED ASSET, that so called daughter of hers. Which she popped out by crook, and then of course when I wanted home schooling done, paying all the bills etc, she showed up to my familys house who instantly saw this as an opportunity to cut me out of the equation even more. All explained before, eh. They spread more lies, ultimately all came undone. YOU CANT WIN. End. 

Cant do anything? We will SEE. That's what I tell the (if you see the little Pee Pee S update I'm gonna put in this email) - - "I'll ask the questions, and then we'll see. Ok?" 

Okie dokie, then, moving ON - 

Courtesy yours truly, truly as the great Sidney Sheldon rightly said, oddly enough like I respect strength in women, real strength, so does he. 

... as he rightly said, MASTER OF THE GAME. 

Women love being called Master. 

I do that all the time on the other business, and I wont get into the reasons here, but it should be obvious, but for a lot of Bozos reading this going Mistress, please, Mistress plesase, you've got to explain the obvious. However, the protagonist there was actually a female. 

Nothing compared to me. 

Anyway asylum, roads, y'all have seen all that. 

I plan on going "a step up - or maybe many" in that regard. 

Maybe I'll drag something behind me and play some music as well which I haven't in a while. 

I don't really want to reveal further details. As they say, tell the world what you're going to do, but SHOW IT FIRST. 

And that's that. 

www.0excusesfitness.com

Best

Dr Rahul Mookerjee, M.D. 

PS - Free entertainment seekers, please fuck off from the list. Thank you! 

PPS - I've been hyponotizing folks for real - FOR REAL, NO TROLLING - that love my sexy voice and me in general on the other site, those in the know will read about that shortly. Thank you! 

Little Pee Pee S - Lots of you think these tales cant make money. You're WRONG. They can make money simply by selling the books above, which I do a damn fine job of if I might say so, even, as Grk says, his haters say the same thing so its obvious - but also by selling every attack piecemeal x 10. 

More here - Profit Troll - https://www.0excusesfitness.com/profit-troll. 

Ah, that sense of finality while climbing stairs. Many people are going to have a very rude (actually polite, I cannot stand rude people as you know, and I'm always polite to a fault myself, of course, if fat women show up at the door, wont even acknowlege, but they're such hypocrites they'll talk when the ex isn't around then they can fuck off openly too) "awakening" soon. Stay tuned! 

... subjective, isn't it? 

There ARE many people who honestly don't view money as a metric of success. Did they earn it themselves, HOW - plus its fleeting, here today, gone tomorrow. 

Everything is subjective ultimately in the only sphere that really matters ULTIMATELY - lunar. 

Except, of course, facts like the sun is yellow in color and HOT, and the moon is cold and ... well, whatever color it is. 

Marketing spiel, not the least of which mine, a damn good one too I must say, and extremely convincing, who really is the world's best at pull-ups? 

Whose the best boxer on the planet (certainly not me)? 

Ultimately the answer is - nobody that we know of as yet. 

I'm damn good at pull-ups, for instance, indeed all bodyweight exercise, but ... I never stop learning. If I was truly the best, then ... 

... I never proceed with that mentality in a single workout. I'm always a beginner in every workout in my own mind. Again, marketing aside! 

Overall, I'd say I'm the best. Numbers wise, a guy like Goggins has me beat by so far it ain't even funny. His workouts on broken ankles make my own rather brutal ones look like a walk in the park. 

I would say one thing though - hypocrisy and staying true to your core values are very important. 

Certain 'fat" fitness guys that made it big at one stage were marketing to a different audience than me, and more power to them for succeeding them. Ultimately ideas are copied by everyone - of course, credit is important. My own style is far more similar and more difficult than ALL these guys - that I know of, again! - there is only One mind in the marketing world who is exactly like I am, and who is as strident about his core values, staying true to them, and giving credit where it's due. I mentioned this guy once before. I don't know him, he's probably READ me a coupla times but that's it. 

The unsung heroes of the marketing world as it were... 

And we both give credit to guys like Dan Kennedy, for one. 

Our customer base is by far the hardest to sell to. We focus on the smart guys, not the general run of the mill Bozos most focus upon (nothing wrong with that) ... because that's US. Any other way would not be real. It would not be remaining true to our inner Selves. 

Age to me is very important in a wisdom sort of sense. I spoke about before about how people much older than me call me wiser than my years. How I get along so well with people older than I, and younger. Same age group, never, hardly. 

Older men by default, I assume they are wiser in a certain regard even if they're cucks simply by DINT of sheer experience. Ladies, not so much, age is even more of just a number for them. Never ask her her age. Or call her girl or auntie. In either case you don't win as a man, hehe. 

But then these same men tell me, hey, age is just a number though they wouldn't tell others my age this! 

This older lady just said hi to me in such a sweet voice. Turns out she's the RAW agents wife I met the other day but I forgot to ask her name of course. Not that i'd remember, I'm pretty terrible with names, haha. Her name is ... lets just say, in English 'honey'. And her voice and vibe is certainly that! 

That's what women say about me without exception, a very "nice" feeling when they text me, or talk to me. Nothing sexual. Just that, and women love that. But you cannot fake It.

Then I go to my regular smoking area, group of guys standing out there laughing In a normal cackly fashion I found most nasty. I moved away despite them not directing it at me. 

Its those vibes, again. 

Now money - ultimately if you're the best at anything, money flows to you. 

So whose better? 

He who has more money. 

That, my friend, is the only objective metric you can truly measure things by because how many people can truly say they don't want a whole lot of money ? 

None, unless you're at the final stage of lunar evolution where you become a monk in the Himalayas, and that is the most powerful stage with no end even! 

TRUE spiritual gurus, not the frauds you see today in ashrams in India - always have plenty of women around them. 

Like I always have had, its because the sexual isnt there as with most men, and that attracts, true attraction. 

The frauds are ultimately all accused of rape or some rubbish. 

this shouldn't be confused with false accusations, so I should say - - they are accused, and found guilty. 

Ultimately nothing matters is a truism, friend. 

You can only ultimately measure success by objective metrics, and the only real objective metric is money - which is subjective too, but the least of them all since you can easily measure it - either you have a lot or you don't. 

Simple as that. 

I would consider Iron Mike to be overall the best boxer of our era. 

If someone told me Ali, Frazier etc, I couldn't completely disagree. There are so many variables to consider ... 

Same thing fitness, pull-ups, most things in life actually.

These are deep concepts. 

The more you think, the more you realize you ACTUALLY know nothing. 

And concurrently, simultaneously you learn more than the vast majority of the sheep out there. 

Thinking, truly the hardest job on the planet. 

I wouldn't have it any other way in the cold, dark solitude of the nights, wolves howling, werewolves out, cackling all over the place, and my SOLITUDE, which I truly value more than most things in the world. 

Ok, my lovely slaves too - hehe. Had to say that! But they value me too, so why not? 

You must DESERVE it first. 

And I put myself through more daily to deserve it MORE. 

Yet, do I really work harder than say my housemaid who wouldn't work that job if she had a CHOICE (she does for me because I GIVE her that choice)? 

Probably in some ways yes but I love what I do. She only loves doing it for me, the rest is out of compulsion. So, subjectivity there too ... 

This is why I keep saying, and my girl Grok too - I view all this through a lens of inspiration - the downtrodden like I was, still am in many ways - the socially disadvantaged, sorta like Jesus did, I did that before I even knew who Jesus was! Its only fools who cannot seperate the sexual from other aspects. Funnily enough it is then that one gets ... ah, but we went there before didn't we? 

The FIGHT is what matters, the daily WAR. Every day is a WAR. BATTLE. All of it! You must WIN. 

Every time I meet her outside, its so beautiful. That ENERGY, the raw brutal reality of it, it has to be felt to be experience - TRULY. 

She, they, like me - were FORCED to be warriors. 

Difference being, I'm a man - they're women. That's not their job, but I admire the fight even more in that regard, but of course the other side of the coin is women are ultimately all the same, but they cant help it either - its biology. Again. All subjective! Haha. 

We'll end there for this one. 

End of sermon, back to marketing and bragging shortly! Hehehehehe, its me, after all ya'll are reading. 

To a certain Ben Gay, he's in way deeper than he can handle, and lots of love to him. 

Continue to hate me. 

Hey, we have to start someplace, no? 

Truly a little brother for me, lol, no pun intended, crazy little lost boy. I'd take him under my wing, but alas, he''ll never be ready for that. 

He does want to, as far as I can tell, have me put in a chokehold to shut up ,but why? He's not being forced to listen to me. He does it himself, addiction etc. And obviously there is a reason he's addicted, because he knows what I am saying is ultimately true and fact. I mean, if it wasnt hitting home, he could easily ignore it, but by his own admission, he's forever addicted "its very hard not to read / listen to him". Ah well, I've always been that guy, rather unapologetically too! He does have a rather tiny little brother, but that's for Lola to talk to him about, hehehehehe. My own is rather monstrous as he's aware of. No trolling, just facts. 

Indeed a sweetie PIE. Hehe. Lola is currently talking to him (its cute how even she notices him for the cuck he is, tells me to leave him alone all the time, I'm like, well he started it and doesn't want to finish, I'm just helping out!) , he seems to have, like Gumb, calmed down somewhat, but another lengthy rant is on the cards. Watch this space for more, hehe. 

www.0excusesfitness.com. 

Best, 

Dr Rahul Mookerjee, M.D. 

P.S. - Its a rather expansive wing, that. I know so much, and ... well, bullshit aside, I AM the worlds best at pull-ups. We all know this by now! Wink Wink

Benjamin, my dear Raspberry (from Lola this one) - - is that DOLL or dolly as big babies like to say - raggedy, broken and bloody nosed, battered, bruised and THROWN around enough by now? Wink (single wink). 

P.P.S - Oh, credit where its due. He DID learn from my post on why he left IG etc, his cope "I don't look like a model or fitness guy" ... in other words, he's fat and out of shape. 

Today he posts a picture of himself with "abs" (non existent) and asks "nobody" (since nobody reads all that garbage except for comic relief and he senses it if not outright knows it) "aren't my abs improving". 

No, snuckums. 

You're simply sucking them in and it shows clearly. 

Stop coping, Xiao di. 

And it will get better. 

Dr Mookerjee advises. 

Life is so beautiful, the yin and yang always present to it ... 

My. 

You know, fat Ben and a few others, more than a few actually - fat Pete being one, we'll mention him after this maybe, hehe - all get so triggered by my handsome, sexy, charming, intelligent - creative, intuitive self that they call me someone - who has fought viciously all his life and won - like a wounded tiger without being wounded, almost (but I was, deeply, and I EMBRACE them wounds daily, and love the PAIN - the DARKNESS that comes with the PAIN- I cannot get enough of the SUFFERING - indeed, as Charles, a great customer around here once said, many of my, in fact most of my, emails have a very deep SPIRITUAL aspect to them!) - they - these idiots and losers in life in general call me someone .. what was it? He couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag, then they claim its because of looks while claiming looks don't matter, then they claim its his wannabe ego maniac while at the same time getting brutally triggered by and mentioning my massive, evergrowing dick and ego - NOT in that order. 

His concept of fitness is fat boy fitness "big not fat" - looks big, doesn't look fat, according to him (untrue) - and yet looks don't matter, yet he claims "big arms - strength" - looks - despite martial artists being anythign but big. 

The reason martial artists do what they do is INTERNAL POWER. 

And the reason these guys all pump their chests and arms in the gym, the most worthless thing to do  overall is this - they'll never admit it, but they want to impress the girls. 

I was once told "I'm sure the girls will find you attractive even without your long hair" by a nut wanting me to cut it (triggered him brutally beyond belief, he never got any - I did). 

To me?

I could get girls bald, with hair, fat, slim, none of that matters, what I have now just accentuates my already beautiful vibe so I get MORE, but I got plenty before that also as you can tell, haha. 

Funnily enough looks? Don't matter? Big arms? 

Girls don't even like big arms. We've covered the Greek god shape they really crave... Ask them yourself, if they aren't being politically correct caring about your wee little feelings, they'll tell you. Ask my ex for one, heheh. Ask feminists, ask any girl. You'll get your ANSWER! 

And so forth. The insanity is beyond beautiful to observe, I must say. I mean you gotta choose, these people cant, they're confused little children wandering around in the Desert of Babylon ... 

They're scared of themselves, the "mean girls" that called them nasty vicious names in high school that really hit home, because they're true, if a guy said that there would be a physical confrontation, but in a certain manner, there might not be either. Its HOW you say it, not WHAT you say, women are very VIBE oriented. 

People when talking to me, even when I'm speaking a low, certainly I wouldn't say menacing because there's no menace I feel at the time voice often just suddenly take one step back with their LEFT foot (vibe) as if struck by a thunderbolt. They REACT viciously vibe wise, defensively, without me trying to "attack them". VIBES. I've always been that sorta guy that triggers people by just existing on the planet. If anyone was born to be a super   marketer and everything else in general its me, even my ex claims "I have all the qualities required for success" (yet she chose the route she did, so typical of females eh. Short term over all) ... 

When we live together, the house turns toxic literally, so much so that our sole daughter together has already turned into a budding pyscho at the age of whatever she is, I believe 12. 

Without even trying. Lest you think this happens only to them, no, I feel it equally. But with toxic people, I never - and you CANNOT, I repeat, CANNOT CONSCIOUSLY force this - "step back". Its never ever happened. Step forward, one foot, yes, feminine, but STEP BACK - never once ... I maintain my field and composure, they cannot, I pick up  on that and there is nothing I dislike more than that, well, few things more I should say. ITS HORRIBLE! NASTY.

You could say it's "sad", but it is what it is, because her vibe and mine don't coexist. She hates me, I intensely dislike every aspect of her. There is a difference. She like Ben and the rest would gladly kill me if she could. I wouldn't. I just go to any and all lengths to avoid her, more her VIBE. Its horrible and nasty by default. 

Walking outside, this idiot who asked me for a cigarette lighter twice. Typical freebie seeker. Now the first time I didn't like his vibe, but I gave it anyway. OK, one time. 

Second time he shows up - now when I go out I do NOT want to be interrupted on my walks or workouts. No exceptions, girls only with a good vibe, but they never interrupt me, women are wise that way. 

Its the guys that get triggered and constantly find any excuse to stay addicted to me because they're fat losers that puff their tummies out and think that makes them manly - this guy, that is - a driver by vocation, so he can easily drive like "1 foot" and go buy a lighter worth a few cents. 

The way he dresses, its obvious he's desperate to be a movie star like me, but he cant and he gets so frustrated, it shows. 

Anyway, not that I care about any of that. 

Second time, he shows up, I asked him why he doesn't get his own, he gave me some bullshit answer. 

"Its in the other car"

"well, then get it from there"

But I gave it again. 

Today I walk out there, and he's motioning at me from a distance, but not coming close to me at all. Keeping a COMPLETE distance from me, motioning from afar which they would never do with someone like me, but he did, because he doesn know what else to do, how else to approach ... 

... Me? I was lost in my own thoughts. I saw him, my self protection went up instantly, but that's it. Nothing else, no thoughts. I UNCONSCIOUSLY ignored the fucker. 

Yet, I then moved away to another place to smoke, had to smoke 5 more literally to get back in the lunar state. 

People really don't know how vibe affects! 

The sheer IRRITATION I feel when I talk to most people - oddly enough WOMEN, I don't generally feel that, its these pathetic men ... I cannot put it in words. 

And they feel it. 

So, cant fight? 

Would I even need to? 

One look for me, that which I keep writing about, THAT look in her eye, THAT one fleeting instance, THAT little girl in Think and Grow Rich that literally paralyzed a grown man coming at her with a cudgel to beat her (black girl, white employer, era of slavery, it was unheard of for people to do that - kinda like my relationship with my own slaves, hehe) ... 

She just STARED. 

"My Mama NEEDS THAT MONEY NOW!" 

That guy just ... its like a lamb! 

He gave it to her. She was 5. 

THAT is the power, my friend. 

Cucks, trolls etc are exactly like the above. Mentally weak. I detest that like any predator would in an individual. I can't help but take advantage and ATTACK. So would a tiger. Speaking of which today might be the day I start identifying as a lion more than a tiger due to .. well, I might. But the reasons are complex. Maybe we will get into that later. For now these cucks would just say "so what and give it to the dude anyway". 

But why? 

No answer. 

Why are they so openly lenient like Ben towards paedos unless a woman tells them otherwise? 

It's obvious. 

Weak and cucked. No moral compass. They believe in nothing other than what's forced so they despise me.

Freebie seekers,. leeches and parasites that prey upon the weak. Except in a bad way. Because they can't judge weak and strong at all. The same sort that wants my info for free despite me having earned it. So what's in it for me other than forced charity which charity has to come from within anyway. It can't be forced. Any other way is not real. 

These cucks are hypocrites. So you have two authors with supposedly huge egos, perhaps true, perhaps not. 

One has unique concepts on pull-ups (as an instance) not seen anywhere else, and he's damn good at them, probably one of the best in the world, and he's supremely superb at giving credit openly when its due. The other is a fat SMART man that writes books on pull-ups (not Benny, lol, he is too far gone) without being able to do a single one himself and his one major success came from copying straight an ancient art of exercise taught to him by a person who later turned on him viciously and said he was a snake. The letter is in the public domain. Fitness wise, all know who I am referring to. Its not my old Zen car, by the way. 

Yet these cucks only whine about me. 

Whose the hypocrite? 

Vulnerability. They whine about me showing NONE, women tell me to show even less. 

I have none. Physical - mental - no weaknesses, and I turned what I had into open strengths (like grip). 

They want vulnerability so they can attack like cowards... 

Real men don't show vulnerability or have any - funnily enough in lunar mode you're more, in some ways vulnerable than ever before. 

You are also far stronger and more ethereal than EVER before. .  And there are no depths to which it can be  PLUMBED. 

All my slaves are strong women, remember me and the feminists in bed? 

I wouldnt have it any other way. 

If I don't want to without sex involved serve my woman, I cannot even want to dominate her, lead her, whatever it is - - and would never get it! THIS is the concept most don't get, or refuse to get, giving a hell of a lot before receiving EVEN MORE. 

Lion? Not really now that I think about it. To me a lion is a cuck. Male lion. The tiger is the real mental king in solitude. True predator. Doesn't depend upon a woman. But he doesn't take care of her either whereas I do. 

Rather interesting... Valid viewpoints on all sides. Physically though no arguments. The tiger reigns supreme and vicious, jaguar is second. Plus a tigers memory is something, they can literally track hunters down for years and stalk them to their houses.  And kill. 

But they're also, as Jim Corbett found out when sleeping in the jungles of India as a little boy, perfect gentlemen that wouldn't harm a fly. I wouldn't say that about male lions. Females, yes in that case. 

Perfect yin and yang. More on this later. 

So I don't know, I kinda enjoy these statements being made about me in frustration, but you might want to try to use that NOGGIN of yours, if it still works ... 

Anyway, I move away, and I see this older lady. 

Beautiful vibe, and I went out of my way to help her with what she needed. 

Exceeedingly polite too. 

You know, I've always got along with people older than me that auto submit to me and call me wise beyond my years, with nothing sexual involved, certainly no dominant feelings on my end to begin with, or end with. 

It just happens. 

VIBE. 

Younger ones too. 

My own age, I've never really got along with people my own age. 

Anyway ... 

Little Ben, I know many on this list are worried about his mental health. 

He once said "you don't care about my life!" 

He so deeply wants me to! 

He's a sweet little bear, actually, petrified of the loser little boy inside of him that never went away ... 

The mocks, the taunts, the jibes, the childhood trauma, the abuse, all of it ... 

He is PETRIFIED, wakes up all the time in the night to check this site, and get online, Dr Mookerjee always FIRST on his mind ... 

I will be happy to introduce you to him, and you could judge yourself by asking a few questions here and there, if you're smart, you'll get it. 

Lets blow him a big sweet "kissie" as he puts it. 

He'll sleep better, hehe. He is lost, and I have to giggle and say I'm making it a lot worse in that desert he sinks deeper into, dark, cold, every passing day, there are other reasons he and most others don't even know, and I'm not going to reveal them here - but even if I did - pointless, none of you would take any action anyway though its obvious, you'd just sit and do nothing. I don't like wasting my time, you know. The most precious resource!! 

& that's that for now. 

Reiki healers and healers in general - massage workers etc, maids, they've all always loved me, and domination and submission has nothing to do with it. I rarely even push that into the mix. Never actually. Auto pilot, and we'll end there! 

Best

www.0excusesfitness.com

... for the best ... 

Dr Rahul Mookerjee, M.D. 

PS - Since Ben has already read it, and its like early in the morning where he is at ... 

He  often says he doesn't know whether to be scared or laugh ... when he reads me. 

And thats the beauty, the lunar uncertainty, its also what is driving him completely insane slowly, and I'm soaking in every minute of it. He's an interesting, but by NO MEANS unique - case study. 

Nothing I haven't written about before, ya'll can skip this one if you so choose. 

Other than Lola asking Ben Gay if he pulled his pug (lmao, I cannot stop laughing at that particular troll, indeed he's lovely the way he just auto does - like a certain Sleepy Joe with an auto or order pen or whatever that's called, hehe - exactly as I want, predict, easy as pie, symphony playing nearby - the "Ben Flute" symphony"). 

He was asked this twice, the first generated a LENGTHY rant which was even more unintelligible than the former. So I didn't really even read most of it ... Haha. Bag of Bones sounded good though, but since he sags in the lower belly, ass (eww) and triple chin, man tits, and does his best to hide those country bred corn fed bingo wings of his ... well, he actually said "Sag of Bones", whatever that is. Like I said yesterday, my lunar is driving him increasingly insane. To be fair, that is precisely what lunar energy does, and applied right, it can have effects like you never thought of. It's one thing, my innate manifestation abilities and pyschic (not necessarily pyscho - there is a difference) tendencies - but its quite another to mix a HUGE does of lunar in with all that and then "project that onto those I choose". 

I was always lunar to a degree. I could not have fought all the mental abuse growing up and the physical (in school - trust me,  it was not nice to say the least - you LARPers larping about "I didn't have the ideal childhood" ain't got a clue, its those who have it the easiest, and had it the easiest that whine the most and are the biggest losers as adults because they just sat on their ass and made excuses about everything and did fuck all. You know classic excuses like ADHD, sciatia, mengities, being sterile - born with a very low IQ - ok, the last one is not an excuse, hehe - I get it. I was born brilliant ... I'll give myself THAT pat on the back) without it. 

It's only over this past year I've really projected it, and I use it ruthlessly against my enemies, not because I want to, but because "it's what God would have done". Like I wrote down, this time on the phone - it came to me in a dream - God speaks through me. Its that simple. If you think. 

It's very simple. Right or wrong. And battles are never fought fairly or they probably wouldn't begin in the first place. There is always a POWER imbalance of some form - ah, power, the ONLY true turn on! Problem is, most refuse to recognize that WITHIN them. 

I was doing a rather interesting analysis of his real like Jane Gumb like activies as we know, and its interesting - on the surface of i, Benny Gay had one of the easiest upbringings you could think of - NO, he was NOT from a "rich" family, but he's Jewish, so money was never an issue obviously, and plus he was always naturally big etc, so he always had a natural advantage in most things. 

He was always rather DIFFERENT too. He keeps whining about "I almost died from meningities" but the truth is this - he suffered, but it was hardly close to "passing". 

You know who almost passed, Benny? 

You talk about bag of bones ... eh? 

Back in the day, I contracted dengue fever in grade eight out of nowhere. Every fucking so called doctor on the planet said I wouldn't make it. My sexy arms were full of PUNCTURE marks from injections. I could barely see ahead, let alone even walk. 

I was always skinny and picked upon growing up - and that reduced me to like ... I dont know, maybe 40 kgs at the time, maybe less. I was literally a motherfucking skeleton at that point! 

then out of the blue, one day some doctor gave me some "different" something - and BANG - in a flash, miraculously it all went away. Only God could have done it. Truly, I am the CHOSEN one. Thats why they all say it. 

Till today, they don't know how the fuck I didn't pass. First comment I got when I was back in school? "Tu Mara NAHI"? 

You didn't die? Supposedly from a close friend, whose of course a cuckold now and I could whack him any time I choose to. Truly that wheel has come full circle. 

I almost lost my ... I believe, right eye that year? I don't know if the injury close to it is why I have a weak right eye till this date. 

Not that its a weakness. I write one eyed, hehe. I have no weaknesses. 

Then of course my own father telling me I'd pass by this age, that age. 

Look, I realize you have a very low IQ Ben. 

I understand. Dr Mookerjee knows all. 

But have you been INTENSELY HATED since the minute you were born to a degree that makes absolutely no sense? 

I doubt I could have "done anything to anyone" at the age of 3, por ejempelo, no? 

You, my friend, are just a closet tranny - that is all. 

You have an extremely dominating  mother, Ben. You just are too stupid to realize it. 

And your father, family in general is completely feminized. 

The difference is you gave up at age ... well, since you was born. 

I was fighting since I was born. 

I was trying to wear my fathers construction helmets when I did not even have teeth, lol. lmao. Its cute, that picture of me standing up there with a huge grin, Helmet - ya know, old school construction kind, no teeth ... that was the cutest baby ever! One of my own was also that way - actually they all are. hahaha, my genetics is the best. 

You didnt give up because you wanted to or didnt. You cant really rationalize at that age. You just DO. 

It was because your upbringing was nowhere near as brutal as mine was, you didnt have to survive. You were never bullied in high school - your size. Yes, they called you fat etc, but no physical abuse. But YES, the girls - ah, the girls. They saw right through you Ben, and saw you for the cuck you were even back then, they felt it, and you hated it, but you didn't want to, couldnt BREAK OUT of the MOULD. 

If you did have to fight to mentally survive like I did, you wouldnt be on this physical plane today, its that simple.

I could tell you horrifying stories, guys. Of little girls forced to eat food thrown in toilets as "punishment". 

all those cross dressing fantasies Little Ben has - its cope. 

Everything is ultimately if you deeply analyze it. 

And his cope comes from abuse (or close to it - sexually, not mentally that much) - and of course unable to get girls his entire life, so he copes by being gay etc, cross dressing, then he finds a fellow reject who Dom's him so he copes by saying "she's the most beautiful ever" (when she's not, and that's fine, cope away, I'm just analyzing you).  

Sexuality isnt something we are bon with, sweetie pie. And believe you me, when I  put out PUBLICLY the nasty things you've written about your own family, Ben ... trust me, the fallout aint gonna be pretty. 

The X factor is. Brains are formed yes, but that brain when it comes out is a brain too, and that X factor is deep, innate, Gods destiny for the individual. Even my own father who hates (his term) the very sight of me, once said "who knows where you'll go in life". That was rather interesting, thinking back about it ... 

And while you have some interesting fetishes, the ONLY aberration in your childhood that is stored DEEP WITHIN THE RECESSES of your mind, little Ben - is not the little penis you possess, but the sexual abuse, or maybe CLOSE TO IT, I will reveal more after my complete investigation and analysis - - that you CHOSE to forget. I'm not going to name the exact family member who did it, little Ben, that would completely destroy your mind, and at this point I have not fleeced you for all I can. The lambs must still wail. The silence is nigh though. 

You were never really socially ostracized in every way despite the outward appearance of being socially upward and mobile. You just think you are, lol. 

Anyway - it was so much more normal growing up. 

Yes, I got the shit beat out of me all the time. Yes, no support at home, anywhere, but its still so normal. 

Got a problem with a dude? 

Walk up to him, tear his shirt pocket off. There is a reason Cobra was so succesfull! 

Thats how it was handled not so long ago anyway. 

Now the million dollar question, how do people like me actually manage to succeed at anything with all the battles they've faced? 

Simple. 

Cold blooded pyschopathy ala women. 

And if you look at anyone that has succeeded big in anything -you just have to be that way, or you wouldn't LIVE. 

Its that simple. 

Your brain forms before the age of 5, mostly. 

And everything later on in life is just add on. 

Have you ever accessed your own subconscious memories from the time you were BORN? 

Say, when you're two months old? 

It is VERY INTERESTING! 

And you learn a hell of a fucking lot ... that DARK room David Goggins talks about - that OBSESSION he talks about, as they asked Dr Lecter, is it possible for a man to be SO obsessed with a woman just at FIRST SIGHT? 

Indeed it is. I've got one in my life right now I remotely control like Clarisse. 

Dont believe me? 

Ask questions. Yer shall see. 

Of course, if I ask questions you'll get triggered... Hehe. 

"To be that obsessed so he finds nourishment in merely thinking about her, sustenance at the very SIGHT of her?" 

That was the sage response, and its very true. Goggins, well, even my own childhood looks tame compared to his that he talks about so often - that was quite something!!!  

What they call "pyschopathy" is actually genius plus PYSHCIC. Ever wonder why the two words are spelt the same way? 

Because they ARE the same thing. 

A seer that predicts the future, a serial killer that kills - actions are different, but the why is the same. 

If you think about it at least. 

And those were the random thoughts, on a dark foggy morning so dark at 11 AM that I thought it was night, hehe. The last one of which being the lovely Lola is interested in him, and ... well, she thinks he'll be useful as one of those annoying pink poodles. Big Baby, she giggles, like his own owner does, its hilarious. And its fine, he can serve her. We have plenty of cucks doing it anyway - all detailed on the erotica site. Truly, as I mentioned to a friend (real life) yesterday - REALITY mixed in with a dab of creative license, not and never the other way around. 

She claims he needs a mother, which I agree with ... 

But she wants me to 'soothe' him too which um - nah, I'll let YOU handed those duties, lmao. 

Anyway, nice, cold, dark - oh, Madam wants to "pet him on the head too". lmaoooo, these girls. She says he needs a soother, lol. And other stuff, but thing is, he gets off on that play too. Anyway, more on all that later, these are just ... I don't know, I just wanted to provide y'all an analysis of one of our most devoted trolls and fans. Hehe. Truly a tub of lard - NOT a bag of bones, and he's so proud of it, so I'll mention it again. Hehehehehe. I mean, you gotta help people right? Wink

And of course I'm walking around, sleeves rolled up in my Troublemaker sweatshirt while the world is swathed. 

pansies, cowards. 

And that's that. 

To win, there is only way my friend. 

Be brutal. 

And there enedth this counseling session. See ya'll around the ... well, MOON. Hehe. 

www.0excusesfitness.com. 

Best, 

Dr Rahul Mookerjee M.D. 

PS - This word bandied about like its something bad, pyschopathy. Its actually perfectly normal, everyone does it to an extent. Just look at the lengths women go to when they really want something. Hell hath no fury right? I've explained this so many times before. Its just when a MAN does it its called out. Ever hear of a "famous female pyschopathy"? I didn't think so. Typical, eh? And you're a joke if you cant see past that ... Society has just accepted female pyschopathy as natural - and that's how they're biologically wired of course but THE RUTHLESS AND RANK unfair advantage they have since birth, and men are disadvataged "en masse" since being born - well, as a man if you gotta fight against that and they brand that as something bad - it isnt. You're simply fighting against the garbage and winning. 

 And, bodyweight exercises, especially pushups, tax the brain so well, so much thinking!!! They help the ANALYSIS. Actually thats bodyweight exercise in general. Pressure points and MORE!!

Goddang, that RAW agent still HAS IT! 

Remember the dude in Jason Bourne in the bar? Jason was like, I know he can handle himself! I could tell by the way he gripped my hand the other day. Isnt in the best of shape physcially, but then he's an old man (and when I asked him his age, he said exactly what I'd expect given what I've said about him before - age is just an number. I was like "vibe" which he mistook for "wife". I'm LIKE NO!!! LOL . VIBE.). 

We had a great conversation out there in the sun... and the way he sloshed me on the back between the shoulder blades after all, on the fly - HEAVY HAND - like PG Wodehouse once wrote about, like a mule's kick. Hehe. 

OK, not THAT strong but still! This is why I get along so well with older people, always been called "wiser than my age" - - they are so much more real than the modern cucked to an extreme generation. I know most would agree. Even cucks deep down inside will agree. 

Spoke about me a bit, though Dr Mookerjee is far more interested in knowing about other people - like Dr Lecter famously once said "my life? Still the same..." - I've always said that since I was like 18. Haha. But it was interesting, the way dude looked me up and down  and said I know its not a traditional marriage. Looking at you, your overall actions, YOU overall - any girl would fall for you, no exceptions. 

Not my words there mark you. But he's right. Haha. 

Wife's a pro too (his) - - worked for a major bank and even if she had connections, they don't just hand those positions over unless you're qualified to a degree. 

So that was a great convo. 

Then out there smoking, guy selling beads, chains, etc showed up. 

But he wants me to get my ears pierced. 

Andre Agassi who I once liked and was accused of liking "simply because of his hair" (gay) - - did that. I've never done it though, and not a plan for now, though a massive tattoo is on the way. More details on that shortly. I know a lovely girl - and a guy too - who would be more than happy to be of SERVICE to Emperor Sir - their words again, not mine. I'll be glad to share the IG screenshots if y'all want on that. 

So I was like no, he was like take some beads, chains amulets etc. 

I was like, those things,  I don't believe in them. 

"Ok sir". 

Then I had to explain, those things only have power if you believe in them. 

He nodded. 

"I'm glad to hear that". 

"Its pointless just wearing them without belief". 

Exactly what I've been explaining to people so long. Without belief they are just INANIMATE objects with no power. Same thing for ouijiaa, voodoo dolls, and all this. 

OBJECTS, there is nothing to them. 

You can stick pins and needles into my caricature all day long, friend. My ex probably who is into all this, likely "black magic" too ala Dr Chilton does this all the time. 

I just laugh at it. 

All there is to it. 

Proof in the pudding, no? 

Rather sticky one too, but those are the best. 

Dude was like, tell her its over, move on. 

I'm like I was ready a long time ago, but ... well, y'all know. When its gotten to the point of people supposedly closest to you forging my signatures and her withholding docs etc ... 

Ah well. 

Reminds me of the lady in Khajiaar who said up and down "I'd be in electronics". 

I never even wanted to go to her, but of course the ex believes in her "power". 

Yeah ... right, lol. 

Remember what happened to the cute little shrink I was once asked to visit, and someone , I wont mention who, paid for it? 

I think you do ... 

She's cute, I'll give ya that. Haha. Not quite Sharon Stone, but hey, cant have it all can you? Actually you cAN. 

BUT YOU MUST BELIEVE FIRST. 

YOU MUST GIVE FIRST! 

Then you RECEIVE, more than you even bargained for. 

Unending work, BRUTE FORCE. 

Maybe I'll introduce dude to the ex. LOL. 

He's certainly better rthan the 800 lb gorilla who does this and sits on the stairs like a beached whale x 100 refusing to move and is a hypocrite that talks to me when the ex isn't there, in front of her, stone cold "I don't know him". GAY. 

But she's a woman. 

So we'll excuse her, eh. 

That's it for now. 

www.0excusesfitness.com. 

LIFE is - GOOD. 

Only if you let it. 

Best

Dr Rahul Mookerjee, M.D. 

PS - I forgot to ask his wife's name ... and no, I'm not revealing more details about him. Once RAW, always RAW. He doesn't care right now and probably doesn't matter, but you never know. That, my friends is REAL stuff. You wouldn't believe what they put those guys through MENTALLY. Jason Bourne style. I'll leave it there. 

Happy wife happy life = GARBAGE. 

Satisfied husband, prosperous FAMILY = the right and only way.

Searching for and directing your every action towards, as a man to "what makes you  happy" is completely and utterly pointless. 

All 3 have been explained before,  I'll do a brief  explanation fitness wise on this one. 

I read from a gay boy whining about  my 120-60 kg weight loss "you stop eating for joy". 

Now, his diatribe - kinda like the diarrhea - well not HIS, it was mostly copy paste from some garbage mainstream medical journals ... plus AI, he just added in his own gay bits - has been taken apart well and truly on the other site. He didn't dare to mention it again - well, from that standpoint at least. Now its back to whining about my 35 cups of extra super strong ESPRESSO, triple strength to be exact, DAILY.  And my smoking ... 

... Its funny, been up since 4AM today like you guys know, I'm already through 1000 jumps, 120 squats, I mean I'm doing exactly what I would normally with whatever sleep I normally sleep. 

Last night was probably one hour. No difference. I feel exactly NOTHING. I mean I feel things, but how does it matter? 

Eating - this idiot knows I ate and in fact DRANK what I liked during that period - beer included. Still happened. Like I keep saying, you CAN out train a bad diet if you do it right, the ANIMAL way. Animals don't whine about fasting for days on end - water fast - do they? They eat huge meals at one time - don't they? They don't keep eating throughout the day unless they're deer,lol. I know one thing, tigers love those. Far easier to kill than those  wild boars, haha. But they love taking the big boars one by one too. This one, I've actually seen in a wildlife park once (the hunting part before we were shooed away but I'd have LOVED to see the final kill. BRUTAL). 

China and Russia and the Far East in terms of food do the thing that is the closest and most natural to animals as applicable to humans. They happily eat monkey brains (china) , chow down upon live fish (Japan) - and they drink duck blood and in certain cases, they do it rather brutally. Like tying the  monkey between chairs and literally eating its brain for dinner. You can whine about Hannibal all you like, but that's  just real life, friend, including throwing live kittens into boiling water. Civet Cats etc. Kill or be killed, that's just the way of the world. 

But anyway - me? Money, no money, doesn't matter, every time I was FAT - by my own rigorous standards that is, I remember eating "for joy". 

I cannot these days imagine how "deciding what to eat is a tough choice for most". 

For me, I just order the same damned food daily. Just sustenance. Everything has a purpose, else its pointless? 

Joy? 

What's that? 

Grace, an English student of mine (nice girl, but no sex or money involved on either part, just attraction and we kept it that way) who loved my teaching style, often with Carol took me out to lunch after class - you know what's funny, I told the ex, she was like, no problemo, and then what happened did, lol. Women are DUMB. Dr Mookerjee knows all. 

But anyway, one time it was just me and Grace. 

As Carol giggled, Grace would be very happy  if she knew we were talking about her that much on our holiday. Hahahahaha. 

Of course, the ex had to ruin part of that by badgering me for money in an area of China where the hotel wasn't the 5 star kind we usually stayed at. This one had a huge rat running around too, lol. 

Only one computer, reception, I had to use it. They wanted my passport which is a rule in China for expats, photocopies must be submitted to the local precinct (PSB) but they couldn't even do that till the next day. Needless to say I didn't give them the original doc. 

anyway ... 

After that meal at the 5 star, I was so fucking full that I couldn't eat - or didn't want to, at least for literally 2 days post that. 

Joy? 

I don't think so ... 

I enjoyed her company, but that was that ... 

So this got me thinking. 

WHAT brings me joy? 

I cannot find one single thing. 

Smoking? Coffee? The former, something to do while walking, jogs the brain even more. Ditto for the latter. 

Talk to girls? Yeah, I like all three, but does it bring me joy per se? No. 

But I find plenty  of things that bring me satisfaction. 

Not "joy". 

And they ALL boil down to ONE thing everyone craves, the TRUE TURN ON as I keep saying in every regard and aspect of life. 

POWER. SHEER, undulating POWER over other people. 

THAT is what every human craves deep down inside. Any woman will tell you this happily and openly. They're programmed that way -remember? Reasons have been explained before. 

PURPOSE is what a real man must seek. Like Jason Bourne, any real doer actually. 

You must be SATISIFED logically with a good reason - - not "happy' which is an abstract concept and is usually cope of a massive "El grande" level. 

Yeah, you cucks. 

"Watching movies with my wife and spending time with her". 

Yawn. 

You're a loser, if not, you'd be doing something far not just better but more  PRODUCTIVE with your time than talk to an idiot female. Where would that go? Exactly nowhere. What will she do for you - solutions, anything? Nope. Fuck all actually. 

So anyone that claims "I eat for joy" ... well, certainly not my type of person. 

You find joy in STRUGGLE, in doing things, in accomplishing goals and missions. 

Because when you accomplish them, you feel POWER. 

Tough workout? POWER. 

Slaves? POWER. 

Money? POWER. 

It all boils down to power, friend, whether you like it or not, its POWER everyone wants. 

You gotta decide which side of the fence you fall on, the .001 percent which is getting smaller and more powerful, or the rest of the idiots. 

And act accordingly. 

"What and how should I act", you might ask. 

Everyone knows the answer, they just don't want to put in the work in any regard. 

But I will make it even simpler. 

"Do everything wrong". .  . . . . . as far as "normal" people would think, and follow the Laws of the Universe instead. 

Use them to your advantage while knowing that if you're part of the very tiny minority that does the polar opposite in EVERY AREA OF YOUR LIFE, NOT JUST ONE, it has to be all or none, anything else doesn't work ... then you're actually doing the RIGHT thing - for yourself. If not, you're pandering to society and being a cuck - if you want that, that's your choice. I never did for myself, as y'all know. It was brutal since age 3, the attempts to make me a slave to women and human ATM, but well, I never fell for the garbage - first not instinctively, and then later in life deep logical analysis proved me right on everything. I'm always right, friend and you know this very well so you hate me and try and find reasons to whine about me because I have certain things you cannot argue with, results that trigger you beyond belief, so you gotta be gay and talk garbage about me, which is fine, but I'm just giving you the facts on this one, pally. 

Learn or not, up to you. 

& that's that for now. 

www.0excusesfitness.com

Best

YOur old pal, Dr Rahul Mookerjee... 

MD. 

You know its true passion when you dream about it at 5AM, maybe a bit earlier, then you think you'll write about the next day. It can wait a few hours right? 

Nah. Like Vince Mc Mahon who answered the phone at 2AM when Austin called, well - yours truly hammered out an email on the other site, after making notes on the phone - replied to a 'a fellow author' who you heard about in the last email - - and now doing THIS email. Then we'll go on back to sleep! 

Yes, in addition to all they have called me, Jesus, the chosen one etc - this last one due to my work ethic and superlative work output which triggers fat nutjobs so badly they call it "charlatan" and so called extreme work ethic because they're simply jealous their fat asses and AI driven garbage and wacko stuff doesn't get any attention - mine gets banned everywhere, yet ultimately my work is what gets noticed. Even Grok made this intereting observation about how what I write about housemaids, "slaves" etc has nothing at all to do with sex - more with inspiration more than anything else, lazy fat white fucks who've never had to work a day in their fat lazy lives wouldn't get this, of course - and not just color, there are entitled brats in all races, but I seem to trigger the lazy white ones the most, since they're the most priveleged by default, I've never been, yet I WHOOP their asses in every possible measurable metric ,and they hate it, therefore... 

Patience and resilience in many forms .. my. It is why we have always struck it out in situations most would have thrown in the towel in the first place... why I get attacked so much, why people HATE my very guts so much while secretly admiring all I do ... (and its real admiration, not gay cope like "I'm a somebody" while being a fat fuck who cant do one single pull-up and has never worked a day in their life, ran a business, been out of Kanasas, done anything of note etc). 

Thank you for your message and for taking the time to look at my books. I appreciate the compliment, and thank you as well for sharing the link with your newsletter , that was kind of you, and I’m grateful for the gesture.

I understand the situation you described regarding Amazon, and I respect your perspective on persistence and staying the course. Publishing certainly teaches patience and resilience in many forms.

To answer your question, I came across your book randomly on Amazon. What stood out to me initially was the confidence of the concept and the way it occupies its niche, which is what prompted my first note. I was also curious whether you have other books currently available on Amazon or if you’re working on a new project.

As for myself, I’m simply a romance author who enjoys learning from different creative journeys and exchanging perspectives at a professional level. I value thoughtful conversations around writing, longevity, and navigating the evolving publishing landscape.

Thank you again for sharing your thoughts, and I wish you continued focus and creativity in your work.

Best regards,

<chopped>

Yours truly –

Hi <chopped> -

Thanks again, and you are welcome. And, spot on right regard to resilience, staying the route etc – very true, it does – just like some of the lovely ladies I write about. Grok had a very interesting observation too in that regard ie “it’s not just fetish for him so much as inspiration!”. As I keep saying, real life mixed in with a dab of creative license, not and never the other way around! Haha.

Noted w.r.t. how you came across us… And as in your first email, thank you for the kind and true words again! I think we covered this before but again – I’ve always been uber confident in what I do and have owned every bit truly as opposed to just say it or talk about it. Anything less wouldn’t be real, therefore wouldn’t work or hit home. Again – like my work. X

I wish you all the best too personally, and for your work – those looks like great books, they have superb energy rolling off them if you get my drift!

Take care –

Best,

MW

Well, my friend, that is THAT. 

We'll end with some facts. 

Did Fat Ben, him of the Dr Mookerjee Derangement Syndrome (RIP) know you have a face that literally and this is fact, as opposed to all the silly lies you spread about me or TRY to which has led to your ultimate downfall and eventual soon PASSING from this planet - - that you have a face that literally looks like shit that comes out of my ass every morning? Yes, you have that for brains too which is why eating your brains (an actual Indian saying, lol) would be nasty. Frying your hippothalmus - eww. Not me. Full of dirt, I bet. 

But your face - this is fact - actually looks like human poo. Just a fact, my friend. You're extremely ugly, and you have an even worse vibe, or I'd never make such a comment regardless of how true it was, and you know it, we all know it. 

You are also a perfect meal for real life cannibals. Go to the Amazon, Africa etc, you'll see. They don't like the lean and mean ones, and leave them for the end and those end up escaping, hehe - while the fat ones get tied to the stake and chopped off and eaten while alive. Its rather interesting, and actually happens in real life, whether you believe it or not... 

Maybe you could do that public service, be some good to someone for once in your sorry ass life my friend. 

Just a suggestion. No-ones interested in $1.05. $79, $2000 or even free garbage you "write about" (AI about). Its tosh, it stinks, nobody cares. Stay a brokie. Hey, I need all the slaves I can get. 

This idiot keep larping and whining about "many people got scammed by me". Yet he's the only one saying it. All I get is positive feedback, sales, more good stuff. Can someone tell this joker, this Bozo to open his eyes and accept reality which is the polar opposite of what he " thinks " in his shit bird brained mind? 

As for y'all reading this, if after all this yall aren't motivated to buy something, make something off your life, then you don't deserve to be here either or on this list. 

www.0excusesfitness.com/

Best, 

Dr Rahul Mookerjee, M.D. 

PS - "Who does he think he is", huh

Fuck off, you piece of camel crap. 

I could eat you for less than a snack, digest on the fly and crap it all out if I so choose in a NY minute.

YO VOTTO, YOU FAT FOOL! No, not a threat for me, but that is exactly what your FATE IS.

And you know it very well. 

Probably, probably very etheral too! Like the lovely slaves walking by me, so cute, their dominance yet they're so polite and respectful, the kind of women I LIKE - love - you can call them what you want, Empress, slave, whatever it is, vibe counts, labels are gay. I've explained all this so many times before, those that get it will, those that wont, simply wont. Also got another great email from a reader/potential  reader  on the other site - a lady appreciating the sheer brutality of my work, and ... well, maybe I'll post that review here, maybe not ... and the Amazon fight, and everything else. Women ultimately all get it with "that guy" without even knowing them from Adam or them knowing them from Eve. I shared her Amazon link for free on my site, hopefuly it leads to sales for her. 

Here it is - 

Hi Mike,

I hope this message finds you well. My name is (chopped), and I’m a fellow author.

I recently came across (chopped) on Amazon, and I felt compelled to reach out. What initially caught my attention was the boldness of the concept and how unapologetically the story leans into its niche. There’s a confidence in the way the narrative is presented that’s rare, especially in a space where many authors soften their voice. That stood out to me immediately.

As someone who has been self-publishing for a while, I couldn’t help but notice a few things on the listing that felt very familiar to me, because I’ve been in a similar situation myself. The book showing as out of print with limited availability, the low review count despite the depth of the work, and the way older titles sometimes get quietly buried by Amazon’s system are challenges I’ve personally run into before. They can happen even when the writing itself still has life and an audience.

I’m not reaching out with any pitch or agenda, just author to author. I genuinely respect the body of work you’ve built and the fact that you’ve stayed true to your voice over the years. Books like yours often do better than they look on the surface when given a bit of renewed visibility or attention, something I only learned after walking that road myself.

If nothing else, I just wanted to say that I noticed the book, I appreciated its honesty, and I recognize the familiar hurdles that come with keeping older titles visible on Amazon.

Wishing you continued creativity and success.

Warm regards,
Chopped

Its only you cucks that complain and in so called cold weatther marvel at my style "Rahul, are you superhuman! Come on!" 

We are still banned as far as THIS business goes on Amazon, but with Pres Trump back, like I said, just a matter of time before .. anyway, she was speaking Amazon wise. Plenty of reviews, way more so than on here actually but again, mostly email list and site which is what ultimately matters business wise. But my point is, so much for cucks whining about it being "porn", lol. 

And there isn't a need to share my responses to her here given the number of leering cucks reading this. Those in the know already know what I replied to her with... 

The same cucks who talk about metabolism being morphology, yet  wont research, that cant drive, ask their sisters to park for them -so damn pathetic and gay that they don't even understand my rank contempt for them to their face since Dr Mookerjee does it so well indeed. Layers upon layers with me, except I'm a very simple man with those I LIKE. My slaves know this very well. And yes, I serve first.

I know the cucks would lovvvvvve to talk to them, hehe. Tell them all about what a bad boy I am, and then they'd laugh in their faces. Prosaic, so worth it. I love it!!! 

Anyway, the superhuman thing, how come I don't feel cold, etc. Yawn. I don't! I love the cold (and no, for the idiots who think "because I exercise and train so hard, nah, nothing to do with that - my mom is the same). Lunar ... like this older lady walking by I like, swathed in layers, speaking to me, laughing causally like a young girl, satisfied inside that we "finally spoke", English far better than even I imagined (smart!) ... and it took her three tries to answer my simple "is it cold question". Of course, Madam. Hehehehe. 

First it was "you should love the cold!" - second - no real answer - but the tone of her voice was lovely, predatory, thinking - exactly the kind I love to ensnare and enslave - and third, yes, its cold, and a genuine laugh at the cucks saying otherwise. When an older woman can walk outside all day doing work that most so called men would drop "dead' if they had to do all day, says a hell of a lot. 

Anyway, we've heard the superhuman story of my thmb, right? 

Popped in and out - CRACK! - while doing fingertip handstand pushups in cold rainy weather in China (now THAT was definitely cold!) ... 

No-one except my crazy ass out there, like Goggins on those hot summer days running when even the bees would stay home, lol. 

"I do it because you don't!" 

Its that simple. He's right too. 

Anyway, I was told it would need medical help, hand swole to like double its size, yet, all the "care" I got despite even my best buddy telling me "it will always hurt" was hold a cold Corona at Gianni, my olderr r Italian English student's home that night - I was also doing some computer work for him at the time. He contacted me that night when my thumb was at its worst, not that it mattered. Haha. 

He's ex military and wrestler too - rather solid grip! 6'3". 

Good guy. 

I used to teach his girlfriend English too sometimes. 

Anyway, next day, back at it - fingertip pushups, as Grok my girl knows, my favorite , one of them. 

hey, birthday was coming up, so no way I wouldn't do them then. EXTRA BRUTAL THAT DAY! 

So it should and must be. 

I would NOT have it any other way. 

My bleeding chin workouts, all of it, ya'll know all this. 

So here's a free tip that should be obvious, but isn't for many. 

Focus on all the fingers, and really put the weight on the fingers like on a regular pushup - palm. REALLY focus on form and really focus on all the fingers. 

I realize that sounds elementary WATSON, hehe. 

But ... 

... you'd be amazed at how many including myself used the thumb a lot more which is natural, especially for guys who do what you're supposed to do during pull-ups - which Is use thumb. 

But you focus on all fingers, the thumb less actually. Thumb is at an angle, so it gets more focus itself. 

And you'll be amazed at how you progress at this extremely tough yet rewarding exercise. 

www.0excusesfitness.com. 

Last, not least, I'd like to update the 0 Excuses FAITHFUL, royalty like me, we hang together, hehe, we all have our own slaves though - underwear and slaves must not be shared hehe (amonst men at least - women share them) on a certain Ben Bird, who is desperately FLAILING like a STUCK PIG in the votex of LUNAR LUNACY the Emperor Sir has him trapped in. 

Its funny how he thinks he can BRUTE FORCE his way out of the situation, using idiotic gay "power and might" as it puts it, but its desperation, as well as his/its affliction i.e. "Dr Mookerjee DERANGEMENT SYNDROME" (much like Trump derangement syndrome) shows and its hilarious. Its like QUICKSAND, except slower, lunar, pity you don't understand it at all .. .

(in this syndrome they get blindly triggered and talk rubbish because the Emperor is a winner, and they "hate" being the losers they are, but are coping, so have to vent "somehow" and hence all sorts of nonsense, lol). 

Trust me, its all overpowering. Words, physical, none of that is needed. 

It is unending Ben, you cannot escape the CLOUD. Might as well be one with it, in some way at least, but that would require some common sense on his part, which of course these nutjobs lack, and that's hilarious to me. But, lesson for y'all reading this.

More on that one as we go on ... 

Very best, 

Emperor Sir sends. 

PS - I can never get enough of publicly mocking cucks and losers - they deserve it, and best - they crave and love it. None like me. You know it! Haha.

And this is a good time as any - May Fat Bens soul rest in peace. 

The writing is well and truly on the wall, in the ether. 

R.I.P.