Monthly Archives: November 2011


Just ‘cuz.



What Martial Art Should I Train In?



When you’ve won a medal in judo at the Olympics and Gene Lebell is in your corner, you are a badass. The nice thing about judo is that anyone can learn to be a (relative) badass – you’re hitting people with THE PLANET when you aren’t bending their joints the wrong way with the total of your weight and theirs. Sure, there’s issues with the governing bodies and rank inflation and what constitutes canonical techniques and upper-level yudansha politics but it could be worse. You could be training in Combat Hapkido or Shotokan karate or wing/sving/ving/pring/tling chun.

Or involved in the Sōsuishi-ryū lineage wars, or trying to convince someone that Hatsumi actually has all those scrolls, or you that have a menkyo kaiden from Ōgami Kenkichi to go with all those other ranks.

God, I still hate Strikeforce events (even if Tim Kennedy still fights there).

Help Bring Chuck Home

Go. Give. Now.

via Broken Patriot:

Chuck is a puppy that lives on a military outpost in Afghanistan. He is believed to be a Kuchi Dog (link will open a new window), which is a pariah-type dog that lives and travels with the nomadic Kuchi tribes of Afghanistan.

We want to bring Chuck home safely to the United States with his soldier.



Where David Brooks Fails to Comprehend the Fundamental Beginnings of American Government

From a dumb-ass NYT columnist:

Let me stand up for elitist insiders — this is a job for professionals. Running for office is a job for professionals. Governing is a job for professionals.

Not just no, but hell no. The Founding Fathers were clear on the concept of government as service – you go elected to serve your constituency as best you could, and then you LEFT POLITICS and returned to your life.

The rise of a permanent political class who feel they have a mandate to govern the rest of us in perpetuity IMO is directly tied to the freakin’ mess we have today.

Add to the “It’s Funny Because It’s True” Pile

Geeky Political Correctness

It just ain’t fair, I tell ya…