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Mario, hullo!
You look like you are in one of those damn ghost hunter shows
No no. You see, its called a "Sport Performance Enhancer". Quite a difference you see
Actually it's called "I'm athletic and I most likely play soccer better than any of you ever will because you're all has beens."
The Rules
Copper- behave toward others to elicit treatment you would like (the manipulative rule)
Gold- treat others how you would like them to treat you (the self regard rule)
Platinum - treat others the way they would like to be treated (the PC rule)
The Rules
Copper- behave toward others to elicit treatment you would like (the manipulative rule)
Gold- treat others how you would like them to treat you (the self regard rule)
Platinum - treat others the way they would like to be treated (the PC rule)
The Rules
Copper- behave toward others to elicit treatment you would like (the manipulative rule)
Gold- treat others how you would like them to treat you (the self regard rule)
Platinum - treat others the way they would like to be treated (the PC rule)
Oh god, it's like a convention of internet big men
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
They can't be big men any other way, though.
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
I would, I'm not really a big musta mawn and i don't weight lift. I'm borderline anorexic because of soccer and only my lower body is muscular; my upper body is scrawny. BUT, I have been >forcefully< enrolled in Tai Kwon Do since age 10. I'm pretty sure I could defend myself and if you look like most of the adults here. I could either:
A] hear you running at me
B] cough on you and make you terminally ill
When the sky above us fell
We descended into hell
Into kingdom come
Tai Kwon Do is a pathetic excuse for martial arts. It's just a money maker in the martial arts world and limits the full potential of your strength. Mixed martial arts is much more useful and building muscle helps too. I could easily bash your jaw in without too much effort
"I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them."
"The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants."
-- Thomas Jefferson: American Founding Father, clairvoyant and seditious traitor.
Well, TKD is certainly one of the more sports oriented martial art. I wouldn't call it "useless", though, unless your goal in life is to go around putting people in hospital, in which case I'd seriously recommend examining your life goals.
When the sky above us fell
We descended into hell
Into kingdom come
I don't think my parents want to turn me into a killing machine. I don't know what your parents envisioned for you, but it seems as though there's a hint of sadism added to your personality which can probably be derived from being sodomized by your masochist-mother. Wanna make a connection? Soccer in conjecture to TKD means my lower body is probably in pretty good shape, if I can't fight you. I'll just run away.
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Unless it's a pretty lady with boobage and a sharp pencil aimed at their eye socket.
You have more reach.
Actually, that works *really* well. I've never seen anyone win a fight after a swift snap kick to the family jewels.
Seriously, if you wanna go around fighting people using the weakest half of your body, go nuts. But being able to throw your whole body weight behind a well placed roundhouse kick or flying kick of death (whatever they call that one) is actually pretty useful. I seriously doubt you're one of those meat heads who can bench press his own body weight... but you have to have seriously weak legs if you can't leg press a lot more than your body weight.
Well, or at least do it right and buy a riot baton or a gun something. It's just pathetically inefficient to go around hospitalizing people with your bare hands (or feet).
"I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them."
"The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants."
-- Thomas Jefferson: American Founding Father, clairvoyant and seditious traitor.
I never said not to use the lowest half of your body. I just said that TKD limits your full potential and hardly focuses on any upper body techniques. I never said I don't use my lower body, but when kicking you want to do as much damage as possible instead of kicking like a robot. You want to roll through the kick, not retreat half way.
It is a bad idea to jump around in the air during a fight (as they do in TKD) it's usually best to keep one foot (at least) grounded if possible. Once you have jumped into the air you cannot change your trajectory and against a good opponent you will be made to pay for such recklessness.
It is entertaining to watch though.
Such is Life...
Every fight ive ever seen since school has been between two drunken people who have just grabbed one another by the collar and punched with the other hand until the fight is split up or has been 15 chavs piling in on one or two guys.
Martial arts in these circumstances seem relatively pointless...
"Son," he said without preamble, "never trust a man who doesn't drink, because he's probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They're the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They're usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they're a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can't trust a man who's afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It's damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he's heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.