Little turds like you, keep the sh-t that comes out of me, pretty on the regular.
I'm a laxative!? darn....I don't even wanna think about this anymore....you win!
Anyway, my point was that I remember a time when Kenpo/Karate and other traditional striking arts had some credibilty as being a real fighting art that contributed greatly to longevity and health. That was before the belt factories, charlatans, snake oil sellers, and other chicanery and shananigans.
Ugh...everything I ever say here is read between the lines in seems, when I never meant for anything more or less than I actually said. I completely understand where you (and Gints for that matter) are coming from with that, and do not disagree in the least. I was referring to a more mystical/magical take on the concept, that I thought Gints was alluding to -which I actually took to be jokingly with his Macchio comment, hence my wise-asp remark in same. Again I apologize for any misunderstanding. Still seems I get that a lot around here.
At your age, you would just have to take my word for it. As if you told me there are lots of little 3 feet tall old Jewish ladies with the bluing hair, chomping on bagels and gafeltafish, over there on Long Giland, as I have never been there. Capeesh.
WHO TOLD YOU ABOUT LON GILAND!? Hahaha, I just was using that line last night talking at a bar.
