When I shake the manicured hand of a modern man and feel how smooth, soft and limp it is... it reveals a core character attribute.
Suffice it to say, if the zombie apocalypse comes, I can’t have this “man” in my tribe.
When I shake the manicured hand of a modern man and feel how smooth, soft and limp it is... it reveals a core character attribute.
Suffice it to say, if the zombie apocalypse comes, I can’t have this “man” in my tribe.
Modern-day men are submissive, subprimal, and weak.... suffering from low manhood, low virility, and low testosterone. Liver King would know, I was one of them. Then, I did what any self-respecting lion or evolutionary hunter would do… I become a barbarian.
Even a lion knows… what is right — wins, and what is wrong — dies. His biological imperative is as fundamental as nature, because IT IS his nature. Before higher, or lower, values (good/bad) can be entertained, a man must be a formidable force to claw, bleed, fight, provide and protect.
Without a fight, figurative and literal, he will never carry a load... he won't have self-respect and his peers won't respect him either... he will never rise to be the evolutionary hunter (fighter, provider, protector) he was born to be. Without a fight, he will remain agreeable.
Agreeable men get less money, less girls, and less respect. Money is a proxy for the value that we create in the world, so by default, agreeable men... create less value... express lower status, and are relegated to a subprimal life (did I mention less girls). If you don't build the weaponry to be a formidable force to fight, provide and protect for yourself, why would your peers want you in their tribe... if you show them that you lack self-respect... if you don't see value in yourself, they don't see value in you either. As a consequence, you invite attack upon yourself and the tribe which leads to a life of rejection.
I would know because this was my own life and I fucking hated it… then something happened, it all changed when I got to fucking work... I took extreme ownership, leadership, agency over my life. I learned that what I do is geometrically more important than what I say… I call it “massive fucking action”... “lighting it the fuck up,” to form a formidable force that always strives for MOOOOAR! I got strong, I started pushing back… I fought back and I went on the attack... I uncaged my barbarian (see Liver King Net Worth)
The confused and meek mistakenly label unrelenting assertiveness as “toxic”. Keep reading for more of Liver King’s thoughts on toxic masculinity
Since our inception, the noble cast of our ancestors was the barbarian class. Welcome to the 21st century, where the way of the barbarian still reigns supreme.
In modern-day Kenya territory, the Massai send their young on a lion hunt at 12 years old with only a spear. The Machigengua send theirs’ into Jaguar Jungle for a 3-month test… IF he returns, he’s a new kind of beast with new claims to status, and he’s earned his rightful place in the tribe as a man… it’s called respect.
He did what was required of him to strive… to struggle at depth… to overcome and persevere against the wild forces that forged him into the formidable force that he now is. It was the hardest thing he’s ever done and it sets him up for a life, and one day a wife, to behold — he is harder to kill and worth more to the tribe.
In the modern world, we throw a sweet 16 party, or the notorious grueling bar mitzvah… maybe throw in a car (that he didn’t earn), have some cake, do a dance and affirm him with more hollow worth and fake trophies… it’s called contempt.
Coddling him to the point of supposed adulthood without consideration for the necessity of proving his worth, FORGING his mettle, is a total disregard for what the world will require of him.
He did precisely nothing to test the depth of his character… He never even left the comfort of home… it bears repeating, comfort is not good for the organism and it sets him up for a life of fragility, and he remains easy to hurt, easy to crush, easy to kill.
But as fathers, we love him all the same, don’t we? We protect him, coddle him, attempt to guide him (with higher values), and then one day, as we release him into the wild, fragility and all - we throw him to the wolves… it’s called the real world.
A proper rite of passage like the Barbarian is the hardest thing most will ever do. It will test him… it will scare the-fucking-shit outta him… It will absolutely crush him… and it will transform him, into the formidable force that he was born to be because he earned self-respect, the respect of his peers, his tribe (his family), status and new rights to achieve.
This rite of passage is an initiation into manhood. He now knows that he is capable of something he never thought possible… he has no limits… he now knows that HE is the wolf… his savage beast, the barbarian double-fisting battle axes running up a mountain to no end. He has earned the code that unlocks the thing… he has now armed himself with the weaponry to a centerpiece six-pack, a fulfilling relationship, and any business endeavor.
Now that we know why... social forces, lack of purpose, and the missing rite of passage, here's how you can do something about it today... to overcome, persevere and take back your masculine legacy.
I've created a system... 126 Ways to Increase Testosterone, AKA, 126 Ways to restore our masculine gender... to be fucking man... to reclaim our masculine legacy... to always stack the deck, dominate and win at life. Below, you will find one of these ways. It's the biggest goddamn lever that will crush him, destroy him and transform him from man-boy into manhood... it's called The Barbarian — a modern-day rite of passage for men.
How do we move him along the continuum from the wandering man-boy to the Barbarian that he was born to be... so that they know the depth of challenge, worth and potential so clearly that one day, they come to believe in themselves... so they too take extreme ownership, leadership, and responsibility over the lives they shape and create.
The sacred rite of passage AKA the Liver King Barbarian March, is every man's birthright. It’s my unequivocal favorite workout and the greatest gift that I can give to another brother that strives.
I train Barbarian just about every Saturday (I've clocked 117 of them as of this writing 7/23/23), it's my renewal, and it’s the hardest thing I do all week so that everything else can be performed with relative ease. Train the barbarian, test your barbarian, uncage your mother-fucking-barbarian.
Every step is unsteady, off balance as if trekking through shin-deep mud and carrying a fallen comrade back from battle. Shoulders and upper back remain lit up; never get a rest. Grip, grit and absolute resolve are measured in steps.
It's a time that reminds me that there’s really nothing harder in life. It reminds me that our barbaric ancestors performed this kind of back-breaking work on the regular. It reminds me that this is my barbaric lineage… we are descendants of the sole surviving species of genus Homo - the baddest, most barbaric mammalian predators that ever lived.
When he is a barbarian he carries a progressively heavier load (literally and figuratively)... he carries his own weight… he carries someone else's weight, and even his words carry weight… it’s called gravitas and it commands respect, success, and status beyond measure because the way of the barbarian is how he walks, talks, trains, looks, eats, moves, manners, thinks, breathes, enjoys and destroys anything in his way.
He has earned the code that unlocks the thing… he has armed himself with the weaponry to dominate, to a centerpiece six-pack, to a fulfilling relationship, and to any business endeavor.
A barbarian disposition is commanding and monstrous... he has the capacity for catastrophe, to inflict monstrosity where he stands as his blades grow sharper by the day and ready to strike but remain sheathed until it's time to stand firm, push back, attack and destroy when duty calls. He is a more complete beast precisely because he is a savage Barbarian (people, especially bullies, don't want to fuck with a superpower) tempered by his moral animal... before he takes his blade, he takes aim as a provider, protector, and doer of good. This kind of feared and formidable force is made possible by the noble balance of his blades... as a doer of right and good in the world. See the dedicated page on The Way of the Barbarian... the history, the brotherhood and access to the entire system.
He is the bond above… he is the Barbarian Brotherhood and he renews, scales and leads his rites of passage through life with MOOOAR hell to pay:
When he is a barbarian he carries a load (literally and figuratively)... he carries his own weight… he carries someone else's weight, and even his words carry weight… it’s called gravitas and it commands respect, success, and status beyond measure because the way of the barbarian is how he walks, talks, trains, looks, eats, moves, manners, thinks, breathes, enjoys and destroys anything in his way.
He has earned the code that unlocks the thing… he has armed himself with the weaponry to dominate, to a centerpiece six-pack, to a fulfilling relationship, and to any business endeavor.
A barbarian trains anywhere and everywhere… I do barbarian in the driveway, dirt, heat, sand, snow and streets. The harder, the better! My boys do barbarian. My professional tribes do barbarian (voluntarily, of course). Liver King's wife does barbarian… Even my Dobermans do barbarian. One word… MOOOOAR! Which is why I invented Liver King's Super Barbarian.
A barbarian disposition is commanding. It signals "CHAMPION" to self and the outside world. We all know that the mind changes the body, but there's also evidence that the body changes the mind (neurochemistry), biochemistry and testosterone, in as little as 2 minutes a day. FACTS!
Who do you want to party and win with... a winner with the disposition of a barbarian/warrior or a beta with the disposition of the dead. Ever see a "man" cover his mouth with a limp wrist while eating, cross his arms while standing, or the unequivocal worst, cross his legs as if there's no package on board... this is the same type of man that pulls his knees up to his chest (the fetal position) and sits down to take a piss. Any position other than that of power leaves you vulnerable and invites attack on you and your tribe.
A STRONG disposition increases testosterone and alpha behaviors which leads to wealth, health, the hot wife, and kickass life full of adventure and excitement!
A WEAK disposition decreases testosterone and invites attacks which leads to struggle, suffering, and pain, in perpetuity -- this is no life to live
The way that you carry your body is the first impression that you create... it literally says whether you're strong or weak before you utter your first words... so walk like a barbarian — chin up, chest out, firm steps, slight smile because the quality of your life, fucking depends on it!
A barbarian doesn’t eat… he feeds and feasts. He won’t take a fork and eat – before he takes a spear and aims... it's called "push ups before dinner." The way of the barbarian is redefining luxury with one’s bare fucking hands... so tear into bone-in steaks, a leg of lamb, raw meat or anything primal AF (e.g. Liver King Supplements — Liver King Protein, Liver King Bar)... leave the chicken breast and egg whites for the vegans.
A barbarian expresses commanding mannerisms... Fart, belch, blow, and hawk like you fucking mean it! There's nothing worse than a subprimal that holds his fart like his life depends on it, but isn't even man enough to do that, so it invariably escapes and then he says some submissive shit like "excuse me" or even worse, he pretends it wasn't him when every-fucking-body knows it was. Own the fuck outta the way you move through time and space (especially when it's "gross")... let it fucking rip like a goddamn King, and say, yep, that was all me!
How you do anything, is how you do everything so follow this system to learn how to rip one like a savage, belch like a bear, blow like a barbarian and hawk a loogie like a goddamn KING. Here's how I do it!
A barbarian thinks commanding thoughts and he develops authentic philosophy, always advancing, always creating, always building, and leads to a playbook of principles that demonstrate "My weapon of choice is my mind."
Take yourself out of Zombie mode... your current state of predictability, routine and safety... and immerse yourself in novelty, a completely new experience.. you see new things, taste new things, feel new things, think new things... you learn new information, right... so that's cognitive in nature but that isn't all that happens... what happens is that new genes turn on within you and code for the production of new proteins, and that happens neurologically... new parts of you turn on, so the idea is that when you take massive fucking action, move out into the world, create real resistance (physically, socially, emotionally, mentally, spiritually), and push yourself out against a maximum array of challenges like barbarian, more and more of you turn on. Then the question becomes... what the fuck would you be, could you be, if all of you that could be turned on, was turned on — it's called a barbarian!
He forged himself from man-boy into barbarian... barbarian into King... cave into fucking Kingdom. Brian Johnson, the agreeable man, did this... I uncaged my barbarian... I forged barbarian into King... cave into my Liver fucking Kingdom.
"Toxic masculinity" is a walking talking paradox and anyone who parrots it is likely like Liver King's predecessor, Brian Johnson - a weak, sick and submissive beta attempting to intellectualize and justify that he is "enough”. Masculinity is neither good nor bad… a man must be WHAT HE IS (his savage beast, his barbarian) before he can be WHO HE IS (his moral animal).
Unconcerned with abstract moral questions of universal right or wrong, the masculine legacy of the lion, wolf, man or machine is never good nor bad… it is amoral (NOT immoral)… it is what he is… it is his biological imperative.
His biological imperative is as fundamental as nature, because IT IS his nature. Before higher, or lower, values (good/bad) can be entertained, a man must be a formidable force to claw, bleed, fight, provide and protect… Of course being a “good man” is born out of good intentions. It absolutely has utility (more on the moral quandary later).
Final notes: Liver King calls it barbarian... it's an upper body push, lower body pull, wearable weight, metabolic conditioning combined with the most badass methodology that scales and leads to the successful hunt.
He feeds and feasts on raw liver, bone marrow, and raw meat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner (sometimes twice a day), to support muscle hypertrophy.
What's next... only a super barbarian talks about super barbarian. If metabolic conditioning is on point, barbarian-kings do barbarian thins.
LIVER KING,
Out!