Typical retort of a genuine asshole.
Mr. Basile, first off, I am rescinding my offer to come to Australia and stroll with you on Manly Beach.
Your hypothesis of hypertrophy has never been published in a peer-reviewed journal, a book has never been written about it by you or another academic/scientist, it has never been taught in any academic institutions, and no one, other than you, has given this bogus hypothesis about hypertrophy, a second thought.
Your bicep supination machine continues to collect dust in a warehouse somewhere. By now, I assume it is covered in cobwebs and fly larvae. No gym or serious training facility possesses your bicep supination machine. Perhaps in 500 years from now, some scientist might stumble upon the bicep supination machine and realize it's potential for greatness.
Also, I am still appalled by your 1970 Mr. Canada title, given that you handpicked your own judges. The win was a travesty to the great
sport pageant of bodybuilding. Mr. Basile I am through with your tomfoolery and shenanigans and have zero desire to visit Australia and meet you on Manly Beach in pink speedos while holding a martini.