Nobody Ever Called Them Out. Until Now.
Nobody ever called out Keenan.
Ghost-wrote GAP. Padded his record. Built a brand on theatrics and recycled thunder. Sales as performance art. No receipts, no enterprise proof. And the industry calls it genius.
Nobody ever called out Jeb Blount.
Sold uniforms—not SaaS. Then ordained himself the Pope of Prospecting. When Cold Call ALGO started outselling his legacy fluff, he didn’t debate. He questioned my mental health. That’s not leadership. That’s panic disguised as authority. You’re not number one if you punch down.
Nobody ever called out Nick and Armand—the Wrestler Bros.
Screenshots don’t lie. Whole segments lifted, repackaged, monetized. No credit. No shame. Just borrowed brilliance, firewalled by block buttons. Welcome to “thought leadership.”
Nobody ever called out Ryan Reisert.
HR file a mile long. Burned customers. Accused his own execs of fraud. If I had half that trail, I’d be blacklisted into oblivion. He gets booked on panels. I get shadowbanned.
And nobody questioned the dogma—the garbage openers passed down like sacred scripture:
“Has my name been coming up over there?”
“Your boss said we should connect.”
“Wanna roll the dice?”
“You’re gonna hate me, but…”
These aren’t techniques. They’re tells.
They wouldn’t close a $40 personal training package—let alone a $700K SaaS deal.
Hell, try those lines in a bar in 1999. You’d get laughed out of the building. But somehow, they’re still being taught.
Why?
Because this entire generation of cold callers was trained to sound low-status.
They were programmed by people who couldn’t sell.
The blind leading the deaf.
Those who can’t do, teach.
And the whole industry claps while sellers drown.
That ends now.
Twenty years in the cave.
Thirteen startups.
20,000 cold calls.
Closed $1.2MM in 20 hours.
Dropped six years of pipeline in six months.
Won the Elon Musk Award.
A venture fund wired $3MM just to map my brain while prospecting.
That data became Tech-Powered Sales.
That book drove $3.5MM in RevOps consulting before lunch.
No fluff. No fame games. Just damage.
I’ve generated more pipeline—solo—than most revenue teams with $10MM in burn.
I don’t coach theory. I coach conversion.
I don’t build brands. I build weapons.
And while I was doing that…
Your bookshelf rotted:
💀 Fanatical Prospecting — works great in 2008. Fails instantly in AI-powered, multi-threaded committees.
💀 Cold Calling Sucks — half plagiarized, all performative. Built for bros, not buyers.
💀 Outbound Sales No Fluff — predictable. Memorized. Powerless. Every VP’s heard it. Every CFO’s ignored it.
💀 GAP — pure fiction. Not written by closers. Not designed for enterprise. Wilts the second a budget holder walks in.
None of them are enterprise-grade.
None of them account for AI.
None were written by someone who consistently opens and closes seven-figure SaaS.
And still—they’re pushed as gospel to millions of struggling reps. It’s malpractice.
So I wrote something dangerous.
Cold Call ALGO.
The first AI-powered cold-calling manual in history.
Built for the 10 million reps who’ve been lied to.
Feared by frameworks.
Banned by trainers.
Weaponized for quota killers.
Not course collectors.
Not influencers.
Not hobbyists.
This isn’t a book. It’s a scalpel.
I didn’t write ALGO for LinkedIn likes.
I wrote it because the industry is broken.
Because nobody else had the guts.
Because sales became a circus.
And someone had to burn the tent down.
Cancel me again if you must.
Just spell the name right.
No “s” on Michael, Jebidiah.
Say. My. Name.
If you’re content selling gym memberships like Hormozi—stick with legacy playbooks.
But if you’re ready to vaporize quota, melt switchboards, and speak the language of the C-Suite…
Start here.
I’m not here to be liked.
I’m here to liberate ten million sellers from garbage frameworks and dead doctrine.
The rest?
They can keep teaching failure while I keep teaching results.
No fluff. No fame. No forgiveness.
Just fire.
— Justin Michael
Founder, Cold Call ALGO
Banned. Feared. Read Worldwide.