I have hate in my heart for a lot of things, and for a fair number of people.  Some people are just assholes.  I’m an asshole, I can speak with a degree of knowledge on the subject; but there are people raise the bar beyond rational expectation.

I surround myself with do-ers.  These are the people who get shit done, they start a project and they keep working on it until it’s done.  I like do-er’s.  But I hate the assholes that are Gunna’s.  If you’re a doer, you’d know the Gunna’s – they’re the fucktards that explain to you why you’re wrong, and why their xyz is gunna be so much better than yours.  Gunna do this.  Gunna do that.  Gunna’s are going to be in the queue to be up against the wall when my revolution comes.  They take momentum and throw stones at it until it stops.  They’re the people that stop so much really cool shit from happening.  Gunna’s should be called Never Gunna’s; because they never do.

I’ve got a good mate – he’s a good guy.  A regular nice guy, does the right thing, and he has a project car that’s sat in his garage for many years.  A bunch of Gunna’s have taken the wind out his sails, the momentum out of his project, and the confidence to make decisions.  Building a car or a bike, especially something rare or bespoke – is an iterative process that is fraught with pitfalls and wrong turns.  The Gunna’s sit in the background, hurling stones from their throne of all encompassing knowledge; safe from anything because they never risk anything other than throwaway opinion.

I like the guys who built this here website that you’re reading this page from right now.  It makes no rational sense to spend time on building something that requires so much effort, unless you count the passion for the subject that is really the reason for existing in the first place.  I’m proud to contribute (in a meaningless and ranting sort of way) to something that is being bench pressed into reality by a bunch of doers.  Vincenzo (Del Fuego) has worked 3 jobs, 27 hours each day only pausing to sip latte while riding his pink Vespa, while building this site.  Hollywood Sterling gets out of bed before midday most days, brushes off the coke from his upper lip, and gives the naked bitches each a slap on the ass before doing his hour and a half in the mirror before starting his long day toiling as a fluffer.  Ant, even, Ant, lifts many times his own body weight while juggling some fairly monstrous responsibilities and who do you think it is that keeps this whole TMR.com train on these rickety online rails? never even thought to ask did ya?(J... you rock!).  My point is, doers are the people who get shit done.  Gunna’s don’t, their negativity is cancer that spreads and creates a molasses that traps everyone else into mediocrity.

The commonalty with doer’s is the willingness to put up.  They front up and do the hard yards, often putting their balls and assets on the line and risking something.  To risk something of worth has inherent nobility; incredible accomplishments have been made with faith and risk.

Until someone works hard enough to risk something, I’m not interested in their opinion.  Until they’ve got scars on their ass from falling hard, I’m not going to listen to anything they have to say.  Now, I’m going to start a revolution so I’ve got an excuse to put the Gunna’s, the politicians, the lawyers, and a random assortment of people I fucking hate against the wall.  Who’s with me, put up or shut up.