TALKING SHIT TO HATERS

I had some people criticizing me on the internet.
They were offended by a post I made.
They weren’t offended that I was calling some dude a LOSER…
They were off-put by the fact I called him out by name.
Some thought it was classless…
Some thought it was a new low…
Some thought it was self-righteous…
Some thought it was a little too much.
These people them proceeded to share their opinion with me in the comments.
Hey… FAIR GAME.
It’s a public forum.
I support your right to express yourself on this public platform.
I also reserve the right to call you the fuck out when you come up in my spot acting like an idiot.
But here’s the REAL reason IDGAF about what anyone had to say about my approach to calling that dude out last night…
At age 2 I watched my alcoholic father throw my mother throw a screen door window, onto the front porch in front of all of the neighbors.
At age 5 I moved to the farm with my mom and new step father Phil Schneider.
My mom was gone at work 60-80 hours a week, which meant I spent 90% of my time with Phil.
Phil is an asshole piece of shit.
Always has been. Always will be.
He would scream and holler at me ALL OF THE TIME.
Even though I did EVERYTHING and more for that man my whole life…
ALL I ever heard were things like…
“You’re so god damn stupid”
“You’re so fucking worthless around here”
“I bend over backwards for you and you don’t do shit for me”
“You’re a dirtbag little puke”
“You’re going to be another burnout spic like your worthless dad”
Never an “I love you” or “good job” or “I’m proud of you”.
I spent my childhood and teenage years excelling at EVERYTHING.
Straight A’s…
Started anti-bullying program…
Team Captain…
Class President…
Prom Court…
Homecoming Court…
Standout in the community…
Working and going to school…
Full academic scholarship…
And still…
Neither my step father or father gave a shit.
This turned to a conditioned belief that “no matter how much success I have, it will never matter anyways because the people I want to care don’t give a shit about me”
It was around 10 when I first wanted to kill myself, and everyday since until I finally tried when I was 23.
I’ve watched my dad beat the shit out of my step mom when I was just little…
I’ve been in more fights than I can remember…
Most of which were me literally fighting for survival…
I’ve been hooked on drugs so bad I sold EVERYTHING I owned and lived in a 100% empty apartment…
I’ve been arrested and jailed multiple times…
I’ve been homeless numerous times…
I’ve been stabbed, stabbed people, been in drive bys, been shot at, been robbed at gun point, and cheated certain death 6 times.
Every woman I ever love cheated on me…
I’m divorced…
Most of my friends actually can’t stand me…
I’ve dropped out of college 5 times…
And had more minimum wage manual labor jobs than you can shake a stick at.
I grew up poor and trashy on a farm in the country.
When I lost my best friend at 27, I decided to make some changes in my life.
I started my first business.
At 28 I started my first online business.
From then until 32, I worked 3 jobs and my side hustle (about 112 hours a week)
At 32, still barely making ends meet… I launched a personal brand.
At 33 I decided to launch my speaking career. I had no experience, I wasn’t famous, no one knew me, and no idea what to do.
Since then, over the last 3 years I’ve…
Achieved complete time and lifestyle freedom…
Spoken over 500 times…
Won awards for transformational coaching…
Set Guinness World Records…
Made more money than I ever dreamed I would…
Traveled the world…
Saved 100s of lives…
Transformed 1000s of lives…
Made my clients over 9 figures in earnings…
Created a for-purpose aspect to my business to donate time, money, and energy to causes I believe in…
And haven’t taken a day off from striven to be my very best in the last 9 years.
So if I’m being honest…
QUITE frankly…
Not many of you are on my level.
You’re just not. I’m sorry.
My body, my bank account, my testimonials, my relationships, my RESULTS speak for themselves.
Compared to me…
The people criticizing me yesterday are fucking bums.
It’s not my fault.
It’s not my fault they’re not getting results from the work they’re not doing.
As I like to say…
“I’m the guy who shows up EVERYDAY and does his job”
I talk shit because there’s not many of you who can say you’re as committed to overall greatness as me…
Because not many of you are willing to push and sacrifice as much as I am everyday to achieve it.
But I ain’t mad at ya.
Just know…
When you come up in my vicinity…
You best make sure you’re on your A++ game…
Cause I’ll ALWAYS be on mine…
And I don’t accept NO WEAK SHIT!
Stay ready, you don’t have to get ready.
P.S. For the 1% of you bros like me…
I’m hosting a weekend men’s leadership retreat out here in Montana end of September.
Hit me up to do badass stuff and grow in mind, body, and spirit with other dudes like you and me. 💥👊💯
https://www.sacredwarriortribe.com/retreat