- Joined
- Jun 8, 2015
Around here, it's MMA-spergs, same song, different dance.
The martial arts are like a "sperg hub" where several groups of losers tend to overlap all at once...
- Overcompensation-guy who lives on a steady diet of testosterone, to him, this is just another "manly" thing he consumes with abandon along with his protein shakes.
- The paramilitary guys, to whom hand-to-hand combat is how REAL war (tm) is fought (and the fact they can't afford/legally buy a milspec Beretta) .
- The Japanophiles who believe there's some mystic woo-woo involved that will let them crack open mountains at the highest levels (Cuz Dragon Ball wouldn't lie!) .
- The street-level patriot, who's got to be "ready" to drop terrorists at the slightest notice a la' Chuck Norris.
There's probably a few more I'm forgetting, but, it's a good thing these places exist, so the real and honest practitioners of martial arts have a place to refer these numbnuts to and get them to stop hassling their students.
I can just imagine the instructor's face on the first day of class as he scans around the room and picks out the wannabe Dolph Lundgren in the room wearing an urban-camo tank top and thinks "Dear God, not ANOTHER one."
The martial arts are like a "sperg hub" where several groups of losers tend to overlap all at once...
- Overcompensation-guy who lives on a steady diet of testosterone, to him, this is just another "manly" thing he consumes with abandon along with his protein shakes.
- The paramilitary guys, to whom hand-to-hand combat is how REAL war (tm) is fought (and the fact they can't afford/legally buy a milspec Beretta) .
- The Japanophiles who believe there's some mystic woo-woo involved that will let them crack open mountains at the highest levels (Cuz Dragon Ball wouldn't lie!) .
- The street-level patriot, who's got to be "ready" to drop terrorists at the slightest notice a la' Chuck Norris.
There's probably a few more I'm forgetting, but, it's a good thing these places exist, so the real and honest practitioners of martial arts have a place to refer these numbnuts to and get them to stop hassling their students.
I can just imagine the instructor's face on the first day of class as he scans around the room and picks out the wannabe Dolph Lundgren in the room wearing an urban-camo tank top and thinks "Dear God, not ANOTHER one."