I listened to Obama’s weekly youtube address. Cynical as I am, I feel like he really means well and is smart enough to get the job done. I feel exposed when I listen to him, it’s like he breaks through all my secure perimeters I have put up to not get disappointed in the US leadership. Maybe, just maybe Obama is for real. I hope he is. I left the message below on his website change.gov. I will update the blog if there is any repsonse.

Please, don’t bomb those poor people, help them. That is the only way to root out the terrorists. Any and all aggressive/violent action taken against terrorists incurs “collateral” damage which just leads to an increase in terrorist recruits. If these young men thought that there was any chance that they could have a secure and happy life, they would not be blowing themselves up. They have been put in a circumstance where they have nothing to lose. Give them something to live for, there is no other way to stop them.

December 6th, 2008 | Life | No comments

*R Rated Language Below*

As always the bus was crowded today. This little bitch like male humanoid creature decided to stand in the aisle and essntially rest his ass on my shoulder. I pushed the cretin off with my shoulder, he didn’t move much. I nudged his leg with my hand, while saying excuse me. No response. I firmly tapped his arm with my hand, while saying “Buddy” loud enough for a two seat radius to hear me. The little bitch moved his fat behind to lean in such a way as to not be in any physical contact with me. But he still did not say a thing to me, or even looked at me.

This asshole motherfucker pissed me off. Impolite little motherfucking piece of turd.

The rest of the trip I indulged in some self therapy to process my rage. I sat and thought of all the different ways I could hurt him. Hurt him bad enough to not kill him, but at least result in some broken/dislocated bones, teeth and cartillage, in other words a world of pain. Once I had drawn up a number of possible tactics, based on the martial arts I’ve sutdied, the cramped quarters, and our relative positioning, I decided to categorize them based on the basic martial art involved. In the end it was a close call between the kick boxing and Hapkido approach. While kick boxing provided opportunities of employing some brute strength moves that would result in the satisfaction of feeling bone/cartilage breaking against a strike, it also involved some high risk moves. Hapkido would provide a more controlled strategy, though it would involve dislocating joints rather than breaking bones, though I would still get to break cartilage and teeth. In the end I decided that kickboxing was the winner.

I feel better now. I know one’s not supposed to hit people in today’s society, but I consider people bumping my injured shoulder, with their fat ass, assault; and I do believe self defence is allowed under the law…

September 23rd, 2008 | Life | No comments