I'm about to get on my Chiraq savage shit, so if you don't like it, take cover.

You Tag-it's are killing me lately, here is some solid advice. You do not need to tag every company, website, Instagram page, facebook group about powerlifting. For starters, you look ridiculous tagging companies desperately seeking sponsorship, you look ridiculous tagging 30 of your favorite top lifters in hopes of a like or a comment, so that you can show people "look such and such liked my video - shits getting real!"

I don't know if any of you Tag-it's know this but there is a ranking system, yup— you can go online and see where you stand against other lifters, not just you vs. you at some local garage sale meet. I'm willing to bet none of these clowns guilty of this even crack the top 20 in their respective weight classes. I'm going to start shooting free throws in my yard and tagging MarkCubann and 30 NBA players, maybe ask them to follow me on twitter or whatever the fuck that is. I'll buy jerseys, hats, t-shirts, and any other things I can use to identify myself is a ball is life future NBA player.

Now I'm not knocking being sponsored, but what the fuck does that even do for you? I'm going to keep it all the way 100 for you. I'm not flying around the globe on PJ's ( private jets)— I ain't staying in 4-star hotels, and I damn sure ain't getting my mortgage, or grocery bill taken care of. Yes, it's nice having the ability to get wraps, bags, clothes, etc., but whether I had them or not my total would be 2281. "If I was sponsored" you'd what be killing all the all-time world records we know we know.

The reason you Tag-it's do this is that you are entirely irrelevant, that's why you clowns need to own every novelty sock, every t-shirt your fav brand puts out, hats, bags, stickers on your cars the whole nine yards. Just a bunch of weirdos faking the funk cause it's cool, a bunch of deadlifts only, pastel color wearing powderlifters, afraid to bust your ass, afraid to fail, afraid to get hurt. News flash if you want to be great, or even good— you're going to have to bust your ass, you're going to fail, and more than once, and there is no way around it you are going to get hurt.

While I'm at it,  the online coach thing has been addressed heavily. Lately, my take on that— go to any gym and its the same shit. Just a bunch of powderlifters regurgitating cues for every single person, hips hips hips, back-back-back, not having a fucking clue why they are saying it. Then offer up 20 minutes of advice after the set which is always followed by a picture and more tagging thank such and fuck for the tips today my bench is already better road to-----.

High squats, this will get the people going- check this out. You Tag-it's might not push the envelope, but some men and women do. They don't want to go 9/9, they want to win, they want to break records, so when you flirt with that line of taking things to the next level you will fall short at times, and if a judge just so passes well, that's their prerogative. You will never understand what it feels like to redline in hopes of getting better, you dweebs skip training for after work office parties, and half off appetizers at Applebees. So maybe next time you find your subpar ass knocking some who out totals you in the warm-up room, maybe keep your cocksucker closed for once.

Also before any of you washed up has-beens start bitching about my bitching, take your Metamucil and make a snack— wheel of fortunes on soon and your nap is getting closer. Bums, IDGAF