know your enemy

I’m sick of trick or treaters in cos­tumes dis­guised as leaders.

Thiev­ery Corp, Let­ters to the Editor

if things are this bad now, imag­ine 10 years from now. it’s hard to envi­sion that and I don’t want to dwell on that. too heavy, too weighty, too neg­a­tive in nature. I am after all a poet and artist so I’m sen­si­tive like that (huhuhuh I made an art/​poetry joke: +25 points).

nowa­days peo­ple act like this: they pre­tend they’ve just been molest­ed by care bears at an Asian spa and sub­sist on rab­bit food exclu­sive­ly. lotus eaters or new age sen­si­tive peo­ple. they have an opin­ion about their opin­ions and are know it alls that own it all (the infor­ma­tion). they’ve read more arti­cles than you some­how, writ­ten by authors with the exact same view­points as their own. no vari­ance, no devi­at­ing from these care­ful­ly curat­ed per­spec­tives. nobody can tell them shit, nobody can cor­rect them and if you dare to? You’re brand­ed a liar, a rene­gade, an out­cast, social pari­ah. some­body with a warped soul and a deranged mind. they’ll play this game repet­i­tive­ly to win some war play­ing out in their minds. gas-light­ing and den­i­grat­ing you while ele­vat­ing them­selves. hyper sen­si­tive but hyper insen­si­tive towards oth­ers. hav­ing these arch types is one thing but the prob­lem is they take on appren­tices and infect oth­ers with their right think (group think). we like to think we’re some­how supe­ri­or whether phys­i­cal­ly, emo­tion­al­ly, spir­i­tu­al­ly or men­tal­ly than our ene­mies. but the Chi­nese? A typ­i­cal one can work in a fac­to­ry under less than ide­al con­di­tions oper­at­ing like a robot chick­en. only dif­fer­ence is he or she isn’t bitch­ing and whin­ing about it. like they deserve some spe­cial recog­ni­tion for it. they get fam­i­ly, have a bet­ter under­stand­ing of friend­ship and acad­e­mia. they even invent shit and get more cre­ative than us. mean­while we’re squab­bling about the stu­pid­est crap imag­in­able and engag­ing in end­less opin­ion wars about gran­u­lar details. a ham­ster wheel gild­ed cage for us to occu­py. they work in per­fect har­mo­ny like the Borg from Star Trek: the next gen­er­a­tion. mean­while all these Amer­i­can’s hate their own coun­try, hate their own coun­try­men and can’t even recite the pledge of alle­giance or nation­al anthem. their idea of suf­fer­ing is going w/​o star­bucks for a day. they would­n’t even be able to sur­vive in a for­eign coun­try for a week.

when cer­tain peo­ple come into the dojo I notice they do so think­ing they are spe­cial. like they’re Neo from the Matrix or some­thing. they want to be an overnight mas­ter. they don’t care about true mar­tial arts. they want a quick and dirty watered down ver­sion of it. then won­der why they get their ass­es kicked in real life encoun­ters and sit­u­a­tions. because they lacked dis­ci­pline, and knowl­edge, humil­i­ty, or respect for the teacher or the teach­ing. they want the end les­son to be their first. the accel­er­at­ed cliff notes take. most of them act like they’re doing me a favor by pay­ing me for my time. in real­i­ty I’m under­charg­ing them. most haters like that snivel­ing lit­tle racist shit Quentin Taran­ti­no dis Bruce Lee b/​c he was cocky. it’s not cocky or arro­gant when you know your shit. but it sure is when you think you’re a bad ass when you’re sim­ply a white belt. not that we have belt sys­tems in jeet kune do.