holy cow that was beautifully done. and why did it work so well? several reasons… obviously he didn’t sense it coming as well as his legs/feet weren’t spread so he was easily taken off balance. but what really did it was how the defender pulled the attacker forward with his left hand while grabbing his upper arm with his right hand. without doing both at the same time, that never woulda worked. it’s not enough to grab his arm and try to force him down. what did it was in pulling him forward - something you’d not instinctively do (you want to push an attacker away, not bring him to you)- in order to break his inertia and balance where he was standing. once he’s taken off balance, his body has to follow his arm… which is being pulled forward… and down he goes.
fantastically done!
lol that shit happen so fast… look at the people on the train. that one lady with the glasses. hahaha.
You know how you can tell veector and I are bonafide intellectuals of the literati?
I said ‘examinating’ and veector said ‘basically’ like seven times in less than 37 seconds…
Oh sweet! So not only have my constitutional privacy rights been violated, but I’m also being poisoned by radiation?
A naturally aristocratic soul who does not belong to democracy, but nonetheless supports its necessity for the ordinary masses… versus the naturally democratic soul who belongs to the ordinary, but likes to think of himself as an aristocrat and consequently opposes democracy.
Sometimes the evidence for this subtle irony of character is missed. Rarely will you find a genuine aristocrat who does not also defend the principles of democracy, just as you’ll rarely find a elitist espousing an aristocratic philosophy who doesn’t belong to the ordinary masses.
Dusted off the old Dean this evenin’ and did a couple diddles but my fangers got stuck…
I had to use the original version because the instrumental version was arranged differently, and I needed the parts to be right. So I tried to drown out the narrator… which didn’t work so well but you get the idea.
i made a friend today ya’ll. her name’s ursula, she’s german, and must be in her mid eighties. this lady is just adorable. i did some work on her house… that’s how i met her. she’s widowed, lives alone with one cat, and is full of the devil. an absolute fire cracker she is.
throughout the last two days i was in and out of the house doing various things, so we got to talkin quite a bit. you know how lonely old people are; they wanna talk you to death. but ursula’s company left nothing to be desired and i loved to listen to her talk. she had a super thick german accent too. so when i narrowed her down to either austrian or german, immediately after informing me she was german, she’s off with the stories. she tells me she’s from a german island - forget which one - and then goes into a detailed reverie about how the nazi scientists were working on the rocket (maybe the v-2?) on the other end of the island when the americans just barged right in, snatched the scientist guy up, and hauled him off to kennedy detention center or some such place. but that’s how she said it; ‘yesss and zey came right een and snatched him up… just took him away!’ she sounded positively offended. omg it was so funny with the accent and all. she was halfway down the hall with her walker at this part of the story and i’m sitting on the couch in the living room drinking some tea she gave me. on the wall hangs a picture of a dude who looks just like heidegger. ‘hey yo, that looks like martin heidegger!’ ‘oh zat vas my brother…’ and off she goes again with another wonderful story. i shit you not there was a cuckoo clock in every room… and the decor was finely tuned and decorated. fuck man i wanted to visit with her all day and listen to her stories, but i had to get back to work. ol’ ursula had the gift of gab and i sincerely enjoyed her company.
so we worked out a deal. she needs more work done so we’re gonna eliminate the company i work for and she’ll deal directly with me. this way she’ll save money, and i’ll make more money. kill two capitalists with one stone.
i think i might even want to adopt her as my grandmother and visit her once in a while… maybe even put her on the back of my bike and take her out to eat or something.
oh and jimmy carter broke his hip two days after she broke hers. another fun fact she told me.
She sounds adorable… funny how old folks get on with certain types, to reminisce with.
Definitely adopt her, and tell her I said “Hi” 
last night i accidentally ended up in the middle of a… ahem… black christian harley davidson motorcycle gang parking lot party.
this is one of the strangest spectacles i have ever seen. all of em had matching leather biker jackets, and whenever they talked to each other, somebody always ended up quoting bible verse.
so how does this work? i think it’s about… well obviously a sense of exclusiveness and community… but also about adopting a subculture of questionable character and then doing something extraordinarily ironic with it to try and be unique; no, we aren’t a chapter of wanton and violent white supremacist hooligans who sell guns and drugs and have the cops on our payroll. in fact, we’re church going black folks who don’t even curse. ah-ha! tricked ya!
now that the evil crony capitalist government is gearing up to ban e-cigarettes nation wide because tobacco sales have dropped tremendously, i’ve decided to begin stock piling flavored vape oils in my underground vault which i will then bootleg once the prohibition starts. pretty smart, right?
if you want strawberry/pineapple oil, no problem. just contact my contact’s contact, and he’ll contact a contact who’ll contact me. i can get you a whole gallon of the shit.
I’m starting a death metal band and I’m gonna be the lead singer. The name of my band is Asgard Asunder. I don’t have any band mates or songs yet so I’m just practicing my vocals for now…