Post by Ivan Drago - aka Arny/Dolph/AM on Dec 18, 2009 9:23:41 GMT -5
Drafted in a response to a good friend's email, regarding his interest in a forthcoming supplement release
"...Nothing will 'burn' fat (or induce un-solicited extreme hypertrophy for that matter). Even using Clenbuterol or T3, prescriptions drugs professional and amateur bodybuilders use, will only exhibit their optimal effects when paired with extreme training and calculated continued dieting. Jacob and company (USP) are nothing more than a slightly evolved group of primates, trying their absolute best to push their products out the door to unassuming starry-eyed consumers who either A) have the time and motivation to read through pointless 28 page advertisements that are falsely created to mimic and appear like scientific supported notated dissertations, or B) have some sort of hidden stash of disposable funds they can disperse at will on impulse purchases, all in a failed attempt to be a bamboozled beta-tester for a company's products that not long ago were labeled and packaged in the aforementioned owner's basement at home. I, have neither.
I say these things not only based on their truth, but also because I do not want to see you continue along the path of hoping beyond hope that anything within a bottle under that 'sealed for your protection' layer, will ever offer you more than you can realize merely by consistency and planning. I haven't missed a workout or fallen off the "wagon" in nearly 10 years, since my first experience of lifting as an unlearned high school student killing time after the reverberating echo of the final bell, before track practice began. I don't say that to illustrate or inflate some type of arrogance, I say it because throughout all these years I have been able to sustain and expand upon my muscle mass, with and without supplements - and luckily (for me) in hind sight regarding my budget, I realize I have wasted thousands (THOUSANDS) of dollars on capsules, when all I was really hoping for was a dream. I was caught in a dream, caught so crippled and spellbound in my own ambitions, I was willing to believe anything an advertisement told me - gung ho, mouth foaming, eyes blazing wild and my head maniacally nodding with a sly excited smile smeared across my face. As the months passed into years, the advertisements began to look like carbon-copies of themselves... because they were, and are forever doomed to that prognosis. A supplement company, is a business - plain and simple. They cannot offer you solutions or cures to any of your problems, they can only sale you hope, and a pipe dream (which is why in stead of showing a picture of their realistic cadre of consumers, they show professionals adorned with women pointing at their abs, mouths agape, feet firmly planted in the warm sun-kissed sands on some nondescript private bikini-laden beach). For them, they have the benefit of a renewable resource, which is the dreamer. Every day, young men are turning 15, 16, 17 years old... and they are falling prey to the cleverly designed muscle magazine ads, as we all have in the past. They latch onto the perpetual and predatory ideological dogmatic image of what they see (that set of biceps, that woman wooing anabolic Casanova, that self-reassured sunken-cheek model squinting into the setting California glowing sun), and subscribe to the notion they can become that image not by eating bland foods, monitoring their caloric intake, performing set after set of grueling exercises splattering the floor with salty sweat... but rather, but following the label instructions for post-workout supplementation after a haphazard workout riddled with more text messages and female folly, then it was with actual sets and reps.
We are all dreamers... but over the years (not attempting to purport any type of infinite wisdom) I have come to the grounded and inescapable realization that being a dreamer does not relegate us to a doomed fallacy and outcome in which all efforts will be rendered in vain. We simply need to learn through mistake, and through the agony of wasted resources, that our ultimate goal can be surmounted and our own selves actualized through perseverance and the prudent application of a solid unshakable stratagem. Our advantage... is our desire; not our ability to stay current on what is being hocked as the latest scientific breakthrough on the mass-produced glossy pages of this month's fitness catalog that has become more Avon than Weider. If multi-billion dollar pharmaceutical conglomerates and their innumerable minions of research and development agents with countless cumulative years of Harvard educations can't produce cures for the most prominent pervasive diseases that have plagued mankind for centuries, there is no hope for an over the counter private label supplement company to serve up muscle on a silver platter under the heat-shrunken wrapper of that ubiquitous 90-count bottle. Hope, can lead us down the wrong end of a devastating dichotomy of fateful choice - that fork in the road and the subsequent direction taken, will eventualize prosperity, health, and the ability to achieve and continue muscular supremacy; or it will lead to a repetitive cyclical spiral of financial ruin, and materialize a physique that never quite manifests into the desired mirrored reflection."
Note: Although the above diatribe can easily be interpreted as vehement anti-supplement punditry, I want to make it very clear that I believe there is a necessitated place and time for proper supplementation... with peer-reviewed scientifically validated supplements. My overarching intent with the penning of the above was only to expose and illuminate the underlying permanently affixed fact that supplement manufacturers attempt eternally to construct the idea that their products are the cure; when in reality, they are simply the final puzzle piece meant to nestle into their rightful place as a supporting cast-member in the overall epic list of extras that is our production of muscle and health.
"...Nothing will 'burn' fat (or induce un-solicited extreme hypertrophy for that matter). Even using Clenbuterol or T3, prescriptions drugs professional and amateur bodybuilders use, will only exhibit their optimal effects when paired with extreme training and calculated continued dieting. Jacob and company (USP) are nothing more than a slightly evolved group of primates, trying their absolute best to push their products out the door to unassuming starry-eyed consumers who either A) have the time and motivation to read through pointless 28 page advertisements that are falsely created to mimic and appear like scientific supported notated dissertations, or B) have some sort of hidden stash of disposable funds they can disperse at will on impulse purchases, all in a failed attempt to be a bamboozled beta-tester for a company's products that not long ago were labeled and packaged in the aforementioned owner's basement at home. I, have neither.
I say these things not only based on their truth, but also because I do not want to see you continue along the path of hoping beyond hope that anything within a bottle under that 'sealed for your protection' layer, will ever offer you more than you can realize merely by consistency and planning. I haven't missed a workout or fallen off the "wagon" in nearly 10 years, since my first experience of lifting as an unlearned high school student killing time after the reverberating echo of the final bell, before track practice began. I don't say that to illustrate or inflate some type of arrogance, I say it because throughout all these years I have been able to sustain and expand upon my muscle mass, with and without supplements - and luckily (for me) in hind sight regarding my budget, I realize I have wasted thousands (THOUSANDS) of dollars on capsules, when all I was really hoping for was a dream. I was caught in a dream, caught so crippled and spellbound in my own ambitions, I was willing to believe anything an advertisement told me - gung ho, mouth foaming, eyes blazing wild and my head maniacally nodding with a sly excited smile smeared across my face. As the months passed into years, the advertisements began to look like carbon-copies of themselves... because they were, and are forever doomed to that prognosis. A supplement company, is a business - plain and simple. They cannot offer you solutions or cures to any of your problems, they can only sale you hope, and a pipe dream (which is why in stead of showing a picture of their realistic cadre of consumers, they show professionals adorned with women pointing at their abs, mouths agape, feet firmly planted in the warm sun-kissed sands on some nondescript private bikini-laden beach). For them, they have the benefit of a renewable resource, which is the dreamer. Every day, young men are turning 15, 16, 17 years old... and they are falling prey to the cleverly designed muscle magazine ads, as we all have in the past. They latch onto the perpetual and predatory ideological dogmatic image of what they see (that set of biceps, that woman wooing anabolic Casanova, that self-reassured sunken-cheek model squinting into the setting California glowing sun), and subscribe to the notion they can become that image not by eating bland foods, monitoring their caloric intake, performing set after set of grueling exercises splattering the floor with salty sweat... but rather, but following the label instructions for post-workout supplementation after a haphazard workout riddled with more text messages and female folly, then it was with actual sets and reps.
We are all dreamers... but over the years (not attempting to purport any type of infinite wisdom) I have come to the grounded and inescapable realization that being a dreamer does not relegate us to a doomed fallacy and outcome in which all efforts will be rendered in vain. We simply need to learn through mistake, and through the agony of wasted resources, that our ultimate goal can be surmounted and our own selves actualized through perseverance and the prudent application of a solid unshakable stratagem. Our advantage... is our desire; not our ability to stay current on what is being hocked as the latest scientific breakthrough on the mass-produced glossy pages of this month's fitness catalog that has become more Avon than Weider. If multi-billion dollar pharmaceutical conglomerates and their innumerable minions of research and development agents with countless cumulative years of Harvard educations can't produce cures for the most prominent pervasive diseases that have plagued mankind for centuries, there is no hope for an over the counter private label supplement company to serve up muscle on a silver platter under the heat-shrunken wrapper of that ubiquitous 90-count bottle. Hope, can lead us down the wrong end of a devastating dichotomy of fateful choice - that fork in the road and the subsequent direction taken, will eventualize prosperity, health, and the ability to achieve and continue muscular supremacy; or it will lead to a repetitive cyclical spiral of financial ruin, and materialize a physique that never quite manifests into the desired mirrored reflection."
Note: Although the above diatribe can easily be interpreted as vehement anti-supplement punditry, I want to make it very clear that I believe there is a necessitated place and time for proper supplementation... with peer-reviewed scientifically validated supplements. My overarching intent with the penning of the above was only to expose and illuminate the underlying permanently affixed fact that supplement manufacturers attempt eternally to construct the idea that their products are the cure; when in reality, they are simply the final puzzle piece meant to nestle into their rightful place as a supporting cast-member in the overall epic list of extras that is our production of muscle and health.
