8 July 2005

This will be the first edition of the Qatari 2600 (I keep trying to get away from that name, but I really like it) from my gmail (that’s Google e-mail) account. My quest for financial independance continues. Kia has been added to my list of conquered obstacles; next paycheck should take care of my 401k deployment catch-up. Also, I just received a letter from A Company; apparently, my old Ops Sergeant is “no longer with the company”, and I’m ready to be processed for per diem (about $1,500 worth, by guesstimate). Coincidence? Kevin and I spent the weekend studying Modern Arnis at a seminar with Remy Presas, Jr. Guro Presas was very personable, and we had a great time–although we have both decided that Modern Arnis is not our style. It appears to specialize in stick-grappling, or utilizing the traditional Filipino baston (a rattan rod) as a lever to increase the torque* of joint manipulation techniques. I was so bruised, blistered, and exhausted by Sunday night that I had to call in sick from work–admittedly, rather than going straight to bed, I stayed up with Kevin and watched an entire season of Babylon 5. I hope to start attending different seminars regularly. I think that I’ve finally gotten my sleeping schedule straightened out, and I may be contacting GM Folkes in the near future about resuming classes with him.
My kicks suck now.
We’ve got a bunch of summer temps working overnights at MBS, and I am achieving sort of a cult status: I’m that guy who can do anything. All the lost books, all the computer questions, all the machinery they can’t drive… it all comes to me. It’s kind of funny, because Kevin (Meyers) was never trained as a troubleshooter before he became the shift manager, so he didn’t retain the position. But now that I’m back, I’m working as one, anyway.
The other night I came into the middle of a conversation between my friend, Jay (the night security guard at MBS) and another employee, in which the other employee was stating that he could understand rifles for hunting and home defense, but that he didn’t think that handguns should be legal. This is how the conversation went:
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Me: Well, what about carjackings? You’ll never be able to bring a rifle to bear inside an automobile.
Him: Well, if he’s not trying to kill me, I don’t need to stop him. He can take whatever property he wants.
Me: How can you assume that a person who would steal your car with you in it isn’t going to try to kill you?
Him: I’m prepared to die.
Me: That’s all well and good, but if he kills you in the commission of another felony, odds are good he’ll kill someone else. If you have the chance to stop him and don’t attempt to, then you are an accessory to his future killings.
Him: It’s not my place to stop murderers.
Me: It’s not your place to track down murderers. But if you wouldn’t prevent a murder when you have the opportunity, then you condone murder. And if you condone murder, then you are evil, and have no business judging other people’s legal and ethical decisions. Like gun ownership.
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(sigh). I never make any friends.
I’ll be catching War of the Worlds and The Fantastic Four this weekend, so be prepared for a diatribe if they’re crap. Oh, and apparently Mike has something in the works for the Band of the Rattan. Business dealings; it’s all very mysterious and exciting. I can’t wait to get the skinny on Sunday.
Until next time!

*or, “tork” if you are the mechanic who destroyed my oilpan in Louisiana.

Published by Little-Known Blogger

I spent the first years of my life in a trailer park outside of a tiny town in rural Missouri. I grew up to be a long-haired, gun-hating, military-hating, Presbyterian super-liberal. Well, perhaps the “growing up” happened later. While in high school, I was on the cross-country and wrestling teams, and actually won my weight-class in a State powerlifting competition. I went on to attend college on a Bright Flight scholarship, where I promptly became an atheist. I trained for a few years in Shotokan karate and Cheng-system taijiquan before training in my first real martial art, Hwarang-Do, under the late Franklin Fowlkes (later the Founder and Grandmaster of the Five Elements Martial Arts System). I married an older Taiwanese woman my junior year, got divorced in short order, and dropped out of college. After completing my AA in Psychology, I decided I needed a complete change of scenery and joined the U.S. Marine Corps (having early been assured that there was no way that a skinny liberal like me would ever survive Boot Camp). Contrary to what the Hipster Zombies will tell you, this did not “brainwash me into being a Conservative”. Instead, it made me a very unhappy, short-haired liberal, surrounded by guns and the military. However, I spent my whole contract (after schools) on the island of Okinawa, where I was exposed to points of view not dominated by the American liberal media. During this time, I taught ESL classes as a side-job, trained under some of the highest-ranking masters of karate on Okinawa, and discovered the practice of Buddhism. I also spent some time in Korea, where I got to train in hapkido. It was during this period that I came gradually to realize how stupid and evil American liberalism actually is. This was partly due to my Military Police command sending me to Small Arms Instructor school, which gave me more exposure to guns than I could ever have imagined—thus negating my idiotic liberal distaste for them. After the active-duty portion of my Marine Corps contract was over, I worked several jobs, from security contracts to operating a forklift in a warehouse. In 2002, however, when the invasion of Iraq was getting under way, I signed up with the Missouri Army National Guard, and have remained with them since, continuing as a Military Policeman. I am also full-time corrections officer, a member of the Anglican Church, and at one time was an Instructor Candidate in Dekiti-Tirsia Serradas Kali (until my instructor moved away). My hobbies (beyond blogging) include strength training, shooting sports, martial arts, creating digital art, and being a huge science and science-fiction geek.

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