High Plains, Heavy Metal, Iron Master, Super Strength Bible!
Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 9:02 pm
by Steve Justa and Bud Jeffries
Who runs Bartertown?
I got a free copy of this "book" through the Amazon Prime kindle lending library, and feel like I overpaid. It lists for close to $30. Let that sink in for a minute.
I put "book" in scare quotes because here's what you'll find inside:
-A mildly queasy love letter from Bud Jeffries to Justa
-Justa bragging about what a badass he is
-Poorly-scanned photos of Justa doing Justa things
-Justa's art!
-Hortatory prose about being a badass
-An offer that, for the low, low price of $30,000, Justa will come train with you for a month
-Oh, and at the end, a "training routine" that one could conceivably follow only if you were an unemployed, unsocialized hobo living in the boonies with ready access to a dumpster full of scrap metal
For $30, I'd rather pick through some bullshit by Ferriss, or Waterbury, or Romaniello, or one of those assholes, because there's at least a chance, however slight, that you might pick up something interesting or useful. At this point, the only interesting thing you'd pick up from Justa is a staph infection.
Go reread Rock, Iron, Steel, and raise a glass to Randy Strossen: Whatever else you think of the guy, in between daydreaming about flossing with Pisarenko's leg hair, he managed to get a passably readable book out of Steve Justa.
This is not that book.
Who runs Bartertown?
I got a free copy of this "book" through the Amazon Prime kindle lending library, and feel like I overpaid. It lists for close to $30. Let that sink in for a minute.
I put "book" in scare quotes because here's what you'll find inside:
-A mildly queasy love letter from Bud Jeffries to Justa
-Justa bragging about what a badass he is
-Poorly-scanned photos of Justa doing Justa things
-Justa's art!
-Hortatory prose about being a badass
-An offer that, for the low, low price of $30,000, Justa will come train with you for a month
-Oh, and at the end, a "training routine" that one could conceivably follow only if you were an unemployed, unsocialized hobo living in the boonies with ready access to a dumpster full of scrap metal
For $30, I'd rather pick through some bullshit by Ferriss, or Waterbury, or Romaniello, or one of those assholes, because there's at least a chance, however slight, that you might pick up something interesting or useful. At this point, the only interesting thing you'd pick up from Justa is a staph infection.
Go reread Rock, Iron, Steel, and raise a glass to Randy Strossen: Whatever else you think of the guy, in between daydreaming about flossing with Pisarenko's leg hair, he managed to get a passably readable book out of Steve Justa.
This is not that book.
