My Fight Clubs

Maybe last week I did soccer and The Patriots football at the same time as I sat next to a Latino duel odds prognosticator. Maybe on Saturday night I watched ONLY the main event lightweight championship on Fox TV (ch. 9 here in The Twin Cities), and I won that too in less than a minute for a champ from Rio. Let's go. I told my flobotomist today that I watched the UFC for free on Saturday. Now the champs THERE know what they see. I have had a master and a master's master who were top Tai Chi (Tai Chi Chung) through Chung Moo Quan. Tai Chi used to be more powerful than any other tradition through a mind training technique. One move and opponent is out. Through my work with Polygay, Mui Tai became the end all be all. Maybe I got out of here for a time and competed in the death world of Thailand, male and female when my nightly molestation, even in hospital, by my father would not stop. I then had three cage matches to the death in Muncie, where I emmerged victorious. You may all push away my military experiences and training, but they were all legal in INTERNATIONAL ZONES where no one else could take care of it. I had to go at the women men would not fight out of HONOR. These women were more dangerous due to their sapping of MY telekinesis here and overseas. This is why I came out, publicly, on Hamline University campus (another International Zone) that women needed to stop slapping and hitting men. They were hurting and bruising them and men, by their honor code, could not hit back. Well ladies, it is now stuck in African American female colony. THOSE men have no code. They will just find places where they are not on TV. These men are not going to lose their notoriety because a wife or mother breaks their hand or arm publicly. I lived with an African American U.S. Navy Seal who was 6'5" and solid muscle (about 320 lbs. actually) who was the most DECORATED Navy Seal ever and I chose to use my VOICE to call him back and then chose a domestic abuse shelter rather than to EVER lay my hands on him in anger. My KICK BOXING master, named Keith (in Minneapolis) was a kick boxing national champion and would monitor my behavior in community. He was about 6'3" and was the only one who could hold pads for me on certain days, sometimes getting close to stopping his heart with the rage of PYROKINESIS. I NEVER laid my hands on him either and we did a lot of Mui Thai together. I created a BUBBLE for him and stopped there, but he was my SPONSOR and COACH in Thailand. I was about 23.