And I no longer compete, and sometimes I see things Ian’s been up to and kind of get down on myself. I barely even practice marksmanship anymore, because I hurt all the time and don’t like to spend money on ammo. Yeah, I’m a stiff, penniless old hermit but what if I needed to channel Ninja Joel? Is he even still in there somewhere?
And then I see things like this…
…and I think, I’m good. Thanks anyway.
















































I was reading one of my favorite tough guy (Dave Robicheaux)novels and came to a part where the hero and his Vietnam War bro kick the crap out of a bunch of hard asses half their age and my suspension of disbelief just melted away along with any illusions I might have still harbored.
Oh my God, I sincerely hope that was a parody, because that’s really, really sad if he is serious! I don’t know anything about tactical whatever, but I can hit what I aim at with a gun without the lame aerobics. And I don’t need a pig-sticker just a trucker’s tire thumper or a baseball bat; no need to get cut.
Please be satire
Gives martial arts guys a bad name. Sheesh