I had a great time, and would like to thank Mr. Bacha and Miss Bitar for the privilege on being on their show.
Enjoy the clip: http://youtube.com/watch?v=pi
NOTE: The interview was in Arabic, but I will try to post a English translation ASAP.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Senshido on Lebanese TV!
Hey guys and gals, I'm proud to announce that I was invited to TeleLiban's live morning show, with Rana Bitar, to talk about Senshido. This happened today, Thursday April 24, 2008 at around 10AM.
I had a great time, and would like to thank Mr. Bacha and Miss Bitar for the privilege on being on their show.
Enjoy the clip: http://youtube.com/watch?v=pi_rCteyZPI
NOTE: The interview was in Arabic, but I will try to post a English translation ASAP.
I had a great time, and would like to thank Mr. Bacha and Miss Bitar for the privilege on being on their show.
Enjoy the clip: http://youtube.com/watch?v=pi
NOTE: The interview was in Arabic, but I will try to post a English translation ASAP.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
ABRASIF 341:33 (Abrasif on the need for brutal training)
Many wannabe warriors and fighters joined the Prophet and his Squad of Lunatics in their training regimen, only to flee screaming moments later; the principles of full-contact striking and grappling were too shocking to them, especially when they discovered that a few of His Abrasiveness’ Disciples pulled mock weapons such as shanks, sticks, and muskets during training and used them against their brethren. Master Dick Wang and his horde were especially outraged by the unsportsmanlike use of tactics such as eye gouging, biting, raking, spitting, and Insane G’s maniacal howling while chewing on one’s ear while crushing the poor soul’s testicles.
“Have you lost your mind? What type of training is that? You are all deranged! This is not the proper way! It’s too violent! You are worse than the Nordic Barbarian Berserkers! You with the glasses and the crazy look, let go of my student’s gonads and stop chewing on his fingers!!!!”
“Why?” Replied the Insane One. “It worked perfectly. Your disciple was unable to play grab wrist with me” said the Craziest Acolyte while simulating a series of gouges to the wristlock apprentice’s eyes, cranking his neck, and throwing him away like a rag doll.
“It is inhuman! You are all monsters! Where has your humanity gone to? Where is the beauty of controlling an opponent without hurting him? Throwing him on the ground in a way that will demoralize him, make him give up fighting via a powerful joint lock” continued the misguided one.
“Unfortunately, we do what we do because it is necessary” replied Abrasif. “The aggressor will not understand the way of peace, and will try to kill you or severely main you in his attacks. Throwing him on the ground, and attempting to control him by pain-compliance will make him more enraged, and will quite possibly not work with an intoxicated, drugged, or enraged aggressor. Our brutality is only utilized as a last resort, after avoidance, verbal de-escalation, defusing and negotiating has utterly failed.”
“That is why we train in the most revolting locations, such as the Devil’s Mouth, Dragon’s Fang, and the Dead River. Only by pushing your mind, body, and spirit beyond its limits through overkill drills, gauntlet battles, multiple attackers survival courses, falling cliffs scenarios, and King of the Pit can you survive the harsh roads”
“It’s also happy fun” added the Mad Jester “for even though this type of training will make you cry and retch at first, your body and mind will become conditioned to pain, through bone-shattering strikes, limb ripping submissions, and savage gouges, rakes, and joint manipulations. You will cry during training, but I assure you that you will laugh during battle”
“Truer words have never been spoken, Insane G” announced the Prophet. “Pain is an excellent motivator and teacher that will teach you about your body and overcoming obstacles. But be weary of injuries Young Ones! Those will only reduce your abilities and make you harass my ass!”
“I refuse to spend a minute longer listening to this nonsense! Pain good, injuries bad? What type of logic is this?” Yelped the Limited One. “Disciples, follow me! Let us go and practice our fighting way of Love and Harmony” hollered the False Prophet before leaving with 8 of his original 21 students. Ten of them had ran away from the loving nails of Princess Athena, the Kiwi Goddess of Violence. The remaining eight were hopping away thanks to Kwang’s joint locks, helping one of them who went insane because of his exposure to G’s wit.
The wandering tribe of Abrasif feasted tonight, for three active minded warriors had joined them, leaving the ranks of Dick Wang and his squad (who decided to perfect their imperfections in a nearby hamlet) and were blessed with the Prophet of Hand To Hand Combat’s methodologies, as well as with the Insane One’s ramblings.
“Have you lost your mind? What type of training is that? You are all deranged! This is not the proper way! It’s too violent! You are worse than the Nordic Barbarian Berserkers! You with the glasses and the crazy look, let go of my student’s gonads and stop chewing on his fingers!!!!”
“Why?” Replied the Insane One. “It worked perfectly. Your disciple was unable to play grab wrist with me” said the Craziest Acolyte while simulating a series of gouges to the wristlock apprentice’s eyes, cranking his neck, and throwing him away like a rag doll.
“It is inhuman! You are all monsters! Where has your humanity gone to? Where is the beauty of controlling an opponent without hurting him? Throwing him on the ground in a way that will demoralize him, make him give up fighting via a powerful joint lock” continued the misguided one.
“Unfortunately, we do what we do because it is necessary” replied Abrasif. “The aggressor will not understand the way of peace, and will try to kill you or severely main you in his attacks. Throwing him on the ground, and attempting to control him by pain-compliance will make him more enraged, and will quite possibly not work with an intoxicated, drugged, or enraged aggressor. Our brutality is only utilized as a last resort, after avoidance, verbal de-escalation, defusing and negotiating has utterly failed.”
“That is why we train in the most revolting locations, such as the Devil’s Mouth, Dragon’s Fang, and the Dead River. Only by pushing your mind, body, and spirit beyond its limits through overkill drills, gauntlet battles, multiple attackers survival courses, falling cliffs scenarios, and King of the Pit can you survive the harsh roads”
“It’s also happy fun” added the Mad Jester “for even though this type of training will make you cry and retch at first, your body and mind will become conditioned to pain, through bone-shattering strikes, limb ripping submissions, and savage gouges, rakes, and joint manipulations. You will cry during training, but I assure you that you will laugh during battle”
“Truer words have never been spoken, Insane G” announced the Prophet. “Pain is an excellent motivator and teacher that will teach you about your body and overcoming obstacles. But be weary of injuries Young Ones! Those will only reduce your abilities and make you harass my ass!”
“I refuse to spend a minute longer listening to this nonsense! Pain good, injuries bad? What type of logic is this?” Yelped the Limited One. “Disciples, follow me! Let us go and practice our fighting way of Love and Harmony” hollered the False Prophet before leaving with 8 of his original 21 students. Ten of them had ran away from the loving nails of Princess Athena, the Kiwi Goddess of Violence. The remaining eight were hopping away thanks to Kwang’s joint locks, helping one of them who went insane because of his exposure to G’s wit.
The wandering tribe of Abrasif feasted tonight, for three active minded warriors had joined them, leaving the ranks of Dick Wang and his squad (who decided to perfect their imperfections in a nearby hamlet) and were blessed with the Prophet of Hand To Hand Combat’s methodologies, as well as with the Insane One’s ramblings.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Senshido in Fit n'Style Magazine April 2008
Hey guys,
I was interviewed a couple of weeks ago by Fit N Style magazine (www.fitnstyle.com) journalist Elie Maksoudian regarding Senshido.
The guy is an amazing person who personally used many of Senshido's principles unknowingly as well as de-escalated numerous fights.
This interview was on page 38 and 39 of the April issue of Fit n' Style, which I scanned and posted here for your perusal (A Big thank you to Elie for having me on this issue and to the magazine for the permission to post the scanned pages online). The guy threatening me is my cousin Tony, and the knife is real, his idea for being more realistic the fuck head!
Fit N Style magazine is distributed free of charge to all major gyms, SPAs, and health centers in Lebanon and has 13,000 copies per month.
Read it here:
http://senshido.net/Senshido_Interview_Part_1_of_2_April_2008_FitnStyle-1.jpg
and
http://senshido.net/Senshido_Interview_Part_2_of_2_April_2008_FitnStyle.jpg
I was interviewed a couple of weeks ago by Fit N Style magazine (www.fitnstyle.com) journalist Elie Maksoudian regarding Senshido.
The guy is an amazing person who personally used many of Senshido's principles unknowingly as well as de-escalated numerous fights.
This interview was on page 38 and 39 of the April issue of Fit n' Style, which I scanned and posted here for your perusal (A Big thank you to Elie for having me on this issue and to the magazine for the permission to post the scanned pages online). The guy threatening me is my cousin Tony, and the knife is real, his idea for being more realistic the fuck head!
Fit N Style magazine is distributed free of charge to all major gyms, SPAs, and health centers in Lebanon and has 13,000 copies per month.
Read it here:
http://senshido.net/Senshido_Interview_Part_1_of_2_April_2008_FitnStyle-1.jpg
and
http://senshido.net/Senshido_Interview_Part_2_of_2_April_2008_FitnStyle.jpg
Abrasif on Primary Targets and Tactical Disengagement
ABRASIF 391:32
Abrasif on Primary Targets and Tactical Disengagement
The Prophet and his Zombie Squad were trekking in the Land of Nod, and decided to stop for the night at a nearby inn, aptly called “The Hungry Ruffian”. Once he had rested his Prominent Posterior on a cracked bench, and after quenching his thirst with some Ale, brought forth by an ample-bosomed waitress, the Count of Crustiness enlightened his students with an old war story.
“Many seasons ago, when War had yet to come to Krappyland, I started my apprenticeship in the Arts of Fighting, and took the Path of the Warrior to discover the meaning of Hand To Hand Combat.
T’was an arduous path, filled with danger and adventure, and I had yet to find out what worked on the roads. My fondest memory was that of my discovery of the Primary Targets and the importance of Tactical Disengagement.
Still arrogant from my time spent learning with the monks of Ludycris, and thoroughly inexperienced in the ways of violence, I had many misconceptions about surviving real thugs.
My first encounter resulted in disaster: I was faced by no less than 5 barbarians, who wanted to drink wine of my skull, and was totally oblivious of their ill intentions, having never spent time learning about human behavior, awareness, detection, and evasion.
As their leader commented crudely about my rags, I responded with a violent rebuttal, followed with a dozen punches to the head and face of the ill-bred creature. Content with my display of manly strikes – yet in some pain because of the impact on the thick skulled inbred -, and fooled by the barbarian’s apparent demise; I turned my back on his slouched form to resume my drinking (The booze was pretty famous in this part of town, but, that’s another story…)
Sadly, the Ale rejected me that night, for as I moved towards my pitcher, my left ankle was possessed with a desire to go in another direction, tripping me as a result. On the damp and dirty floor, I discovered that my former punching bag had grabbed my leg out of brotherly love, and was holding it against his blood-stained chest. What an idiot this vagrant is, I told myself while kicking his head in with my other leg.
Suddenly, a 6 legged creature started stomping me, and I discovered, a bit late, that barbarians seldom travel alone, and, as the pointy edge of leader’s knife punctured one of my eyes, that they carried concealable weapons in addition to their battle axes.
Do not ask me how I got out of that tavern that night, for I cannot recall the details. What I do know is that I tried “Dragon Sweeps Tiger” to stand up fast and got kicked in the gonads as a reward. This didn’t stop me from following the old adage “an eye for an eye” and applying it on the barbarian chief, gouging both his eyes, crushing his windpipe and using his knife to slash and stab his companions.
What a night, these Northern barbarians from the snowy plains didn’t seem to feel a thing, be it broken kneecaps or bio-mechanical cuts to limbs. They were determined to taking me with them to Valhalla. As I had other plans, and after seeing that attacking the eyes and throat worked better than breaking bones and slashing, I held close one of the uncouth, crushed his throat with a vice grip, and used him as a shield to flee with my life.
Fond ole’ memories my brothers, and that is the story behind the primary targets and the importance of tactical disengagement.
Fucking never turn your back to your opponents young ones, and make sure you get them right in the eyes and throat.”
Thus concluded the Prophet before belching and entering a mead-induced stupor.
Abrasif on Primary Targets and Tactical Disengagement
The Prophet and his Zombie Squad were trekking in the Land of Nod, and decided to stop for the night at a nearby inn, aptly called “The Hungry Ruffian”. Once he had rested his Prominent Posterior on a cracked bench, and after quenching his thirst with some Ale, brought forth by an ample-bosomed waitress, the Count of Crustiness enlightened his students with an old war story.
“Many seasons ago, when War had yet to come to Krappyland, I started my apprenticeship in the Arts of Fighting, and took the Path of the Warrior to discover the meaning of Hand To Hand Combat.
T’was an arduous path, filled with danger and adventure, and I had yet to find out what worked on the roads. My fondest memory was that of my discovery of the Primary Targets and the importance of Tactical Disengagement.
Still arrogant from my time spent learning with the monks of Ludycris, and thoroughly inexperienced in the ways of violence, I had many misconceptions about surviving real thugs.
My first encounter resulted in disaster: I was faced by no less than 5 barbarians, who wanted to drink wine of my skull, and was totally oblivious of their ill intentions, having never spent time learning about human behavior, awareness, detection, and evasion.
As their leader commented crudely about my rags, I responded with a violent rebuttal, followed with a dozen punches to the head and face of the ill-bred creature. Content with my display of manly strikes – yet in some pain because of the impact on the thick skulled inbred -, and fooled by the barbarian’s apparent demise; I turned my back on his slouched form to resume my drinking (The booze was pretty famous in this part of town, but, that’s another story…)
Sadly, the Ale rejected me that night, for as I moved towards my pitcher, my left ankle was possessed with a desire to go in another direction, tripping me as a result. On the damp and dirty floor, I discovered that my former punching bag had grabbed my leg out of brotherly love, and was holding it against his blood-stained chest. What an idiot this vagrant is, I told myself while kicking his head in with my other leg.
Suddenly, a 6 legged creature started stomping me, and I discovered, a bit late, that barbarians seldom travel alone, and, as the pointy edge of leader’s knife punctured one of my eyes, that they carried concealable weapons in addition to their battle axes.
Do not ask me how I got out of that tavern that night, for I cannot recall the details. What I do know is that I tried “Dragon Sweeps Tiger” to stand up fast and got kicked in the gonads as a reward. This didn’t stop me from following the old adage “an eye for an eye” and applying it on the barbarian chief, gouging both his eyes, crushing his windpipe and using his knife to slash and stab his companions.
What a night, these Northern barbarians from the snowy plains didn’t seem to feel a thing, be it broken kneecaps or bio-mechanical cuts to limbs. They were determined to taking me with them to Valhalla. As I had other plans, and after seeing that attacking the eyes and throat worked better than breaking bones and slashing, I held close one of the uncouth, crushed his throat with a vice grip, and used him as a shield to flee with my life.
Fond ole’ memories my brothers, and that is the story behind the primary targets and the importance of tactical disengagement.
Fucking never turn your back to your opponents young ones, and make sure you get them right in the eyes and throat.”
Thus concluded the Prophet before belching and entering a mead-induced stupor.
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