Below are sports that were not practiced by myself, but by better and tougher men than I and their long term and short term combat applications.

Salsa dancing instructor Rico Arus had the best footwork of any stick-fighter. Rico also had much better looking training partners than I did!

Doctor Dread had the best conditioning and stamina of any fighter I have known. This was from extreme running, swimming at dawn in the Chesapeake Bay every day, triatholons. I would do all of that but the bike, if I were young and able. The bike sets you up for murder by car, especially in these days when rich faggots and their bike lanes are serving as an excuse to go after working Americans and their automobiles. The track and field and swimming that Doc has been involved in as a competitor and coach for 40 or more years are basic conditioning pursuits that have direct survival applications. The third best boxer in human history, Tisander of Naxos, trained for fighting by swimming in the ocean. The swimmer was the athlete chosen by film makers in the casting of the Tarzan movies for some 50 years. Also, keep in mind that most Gawds cannot swim, at all. So, if you can swim, when the Righteous Reparation Horde invades, you can swim to safety! Also, their allies, the PIGZ in body armor, are not likely swimmers.

-Hockey Players are always tough stick fighters on their first day. Hell, in a street fight, a hockey team will beat a boxing team any day.

-Lacrosse Players are second only to hockey players in adapting quickly to combat sports.

-Football players do okay adapting to combat sports but tend to be wrecked in middle years from the injuries.

-Rodeo and motocross athletes I have met have all been studs, but, by the time they are my age, their can barely walk.

-Powerlifters are hard to train in fighting, and by the time they are my age, they can hardly walk.

-Bodybuilders are rarely trainable in combat, but, can take a beating and do basic force moves into old age.

-I have worked with three boxers who came from racket [willful typo] sports and they all adapted quickly. One of these men I training in stick fighting and his racket work was the basis for a lot of precocious success. The problem with racket [I know I am spelling it wrong, but it is French!] sports is that organized forms are upper class white and white adjacent Asian, demographics which are highly in line with the gaslight and will be the most woke venues, since they are so white and aspirational.

-It has been easy for me to coach men who are avid in barroom games and lawn sports because they have a high level of relaxed precision. Most people, when trying to do something precisely in motion, will tense up, ruining the punch or stroke. The arts of punching and fighting with hand weapons require dynamic relaxation. Dynamic tension sports like football and weight lifting do not promote the type of relaxed hand and shoulder necessary for the best punching and stroking. However, good horse shoe, billiards, darts and shuffle board players have developed a relaxed state of precision and tend to relax under pressure, especially in the shoulder, which is where strong men ruin their punching mechanics with tension. For this reason, I much prefer playing these games even though I rarely win, as a kind of relaxation therapy. I have also noted that men who are too high strung or intense to enjoy these games are also difficult to coach into a relaxed striking state and tend to shoulder injuries.

-Baseball players tend to be the best athletes and most coachable in punching mechanics. However, for some reason most are horrified at the prospect of combat sports. For this reason I like the idea, if I were younger, of joining a softball team, which I did once at 31 and really liked. Baseball selects for really high eye activity, which we lose in time anyhow. Softball selects for more overall activity, with most balls being out in play. My guess is you can find 1 in ten softball players that might train combat, as opposed to the 1 in 1000 baseball player ratio. Baseball players are going to make better shooters, which might be why it is still America’s identity sport, as no nation was more formed by the gun.

As a final note, I would like to point out that throwing balls overhand at high speed, eventually destroys most shoulders if you do it enough. I have known a few professional ball players and they assured me that it is a genetic selection process at that level. So, as you age, I would suggest throwing the disc, the frisbee, since you can get practice with eye and hand and feet without hurting your shoulder.

Additionally, soccer is usually played outside and has a low material and ground floor skill requirement, can be done in mixed age and gender teams, and is perhaps the best cardio sport next to running and swimming. It’s no accident that soccer players have died the most from the vaxx—that sport tests the heart, the same organ that has been targeted by The Lie and its blood poison. My brother is still active playing competitive soccer with men half his age and his fitness level is higher than mine doing the same thing in combat sports.

Train and play alone and make that the basis for finding partners in those passions.

Thank you Cleanblood, for finishing off a career of self help writing on a positive note.

Hello James,

I've been an avid reader of your blog for years now, though I have very seldomly commented. I appreciate the rawness of your writing; I too resent soy-ciety's unending gaslighting. On two separate occasions I have used the awareness gained from your writing to defend my sister from possible attack.

I want to ask a question before you end your self-help writing.

I remember you wrote in an article there are about 80 different sports (another article you counted 110 sports).

I would like to know into what sets your mind categorizes the sports (I.E. racketsports, watersports, combat sports, racing sports, winter sports, lawn games, animal sports, throwing sports, etc.)

I ask this because I suspect the oversystem will initiate another lockdown where cleanbloods like me will be once again barred from martial arts dojos, if not those dojos closing down altogether.

So which types of sport are suitable for developing skill at which types of combat?

I.E. Tennis and Stickfighting, Rodeo and Wrestling, Soccer and ??, ?? and infantry combat, and so on.

Please try to make your list as exhaustive as possible as many of these sports will also be restricted and I may have to seek out private training or informal play.

Thank you and Merry Christmas to you, your family, and friends.

Sincerely,

Nugguh Satarn

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I am thrilled that this literary misbehavior has helped you protect your sister. I love the term cleanblood. The pressure for the genetic blood injection experiment is lessening. However, that device will be delivered by the lie now. I have a friend who said no to dirty blood for his kids and the doctor said he was injecting them with a Rubella booster and tried to inject brovid jiveteen murder! Right in front of him his child was attacked by a ring wraith under cover of gaslight. It might not be long before all νаϲсіոes and many other things injected will include this poison and one will have to avoid all medical are to avoid dosing. Even if some how Doctor Satan and his medical minions are blocked on this account, the future will hold other conditions for fraternal entry and facility use, like apologizing for ancestral crimes, repenting racial privilege, for kneeling before a portrait of Floyd Christ, etc., before entering.

Sir, this is a good question in preparation for the inevitable return to the gaslit isolation of us from our fellows.

I don’t have the mental capacity at this point to do a comprehensive inventory of current sports out of my head. What I will do, in Part 1, is my personal list of sports that I have engaged in and my thoughts on how they might apply to survival training in the increasingly atomized transhuman lie-scape ahead. Here also I will break down the three categories I use for sports classification.

In Part 2, I will cover sports that fighters I have trained with or fought against, have used for cross training. Additionally, I will cover here sports that men I have known who have engaged in them have either suffered or thrived from over the long term.

My messed up mind categorizes sports into 3:

-Combat, fighting sports like boxing, wrestling, fencing, stick fighting, etc…

-Contact, hockey, football, rugby…

-Non contact, most sports and games beginning with baseball, basketball and soccer down to horseshoes and lawn games and including track and field and swimming…

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I have played pickup sports my entire life, to include softball, wiffle ball, basket ball, soccer, volleyball, frisbee. All such sports help basic eye hand coordination and movement. These are usually done outside. Fewer people of the guilty race do any of this. I have noted Gawds playing basketball and joined their play during brovid in 2020 to avoid the cops thinking I was what I was. In 2018 and 2019 I trained stick fighting on the same park court where Mexican kids played soccer. In the future, be the crazy yeti and ask if you can play. To avoid the gaslight it will be increasingly important to mix with the lower echelons of savage races, as the gaslight is really a white and aspirational class thing.

But there is always the way alone. When I was a boy and could not get active positions on ball teams because I was such a poor athlete, I played wall ball and step ball with a tennis ball, playing catch with myself and the wall, which unlike the First Baseman, did not beat me up after practice.

As an old man, I have increased my fitness and maintained hand and stick fighting strength by other individual activities beloved by prize fighters of old:

-felling trees

-using hatchets, machetes, pruning shears, axes and saws to deal with downed and overgrown trees

-splitting wood, yesterday I used a maw and spike for an hour splitting cedar rounds and feel like I did a great bag workout with the stick

-raking, has proven good therapy for my damaged ribs and chest

-shoveling, pick ax, maddock work in ditching and gardening.

The point is, in the old days, when highly schooled boxers from cities fought crudely trained loggers and farmers, they decided they wanted some of that strength. Why spend money going to a gym full of faggot ghosts when you can get an ax, saw, spike and maw and process a downed tree for a neighbor, build good will and get some real exercise?

The only racket sport I have played is ping pong and it is great for eye hand coordination and can be done in your dwelling. Hell, empty a room and get paddles and balls and play wall ball by your self.

The more formal, acredited, sanctioned and certified a training facility of sort is, the more gay, lame, fake and gaslit it will be.

My favorite sport over these past four years of hobo life was not ruined by the shamdemic. Hiking out and away from faggots, Karens, schools, gyms and The Lie has done a lot to get me and keep me in fighting shape even while injured. I was not alone. There were many people going to parks in the east and west to exercise away from the gaslite—so it follows. National and state parks are being closed, having limited hours and attendance, and will eventually require some kind of compromise with The Lie so that you clean bloods will not infect bears when they eat you.

So walk the burbs, the town, the city streets where you live. Do this at dawn, the best time of day when the worst people are away.

Keep in mind that most combat training is solo training. Go to a real boxing gym and everybody is training alone unless they are sparring, which is not most of the time. Train alone and find another psycho that trains alone and then spar outside, under a tree on some neglected piece of pavement. I have done this over the past few years in Baltimore, Jersey, Illinois, Kentucky, Pennsylvania, Denver, Portland, and here, in the middle of nowhere, I play fight Toby’s reprobated black canine ass on the way to the woodpile. Watch kittens learn to kill by sparring. Animals know. The Colonel’s cat, Tigger, saw me shadow boxing last night and flipped out, meowed shrilly and ran and hid, because it knew that I was training like it does with shadows.

Get a big dog and wrestle and slap box with that sucker.

If you have a yard, make activity centers: training post, rope climb, horseshoe pits, pull up bar, ax throwing rounds, archery targets, a garden, even a flat patch that you turn into a hole and a mound and then fill the hole and make a mound where the hole was, or a compost pile you turn over. Get a wood stove and split your own wood by hand. I really like chopping wood with machetes and breaking rocks with maws.

Don’t join any sport. Just do stuff with impact tools and moving objects, with hiking probably the most important skill you can develop, especially if the Oversystem shuts off your car and you and your sister have to haul ass to the hills ahead of the Righteous Reparations Horde.

At the moment i am writing something about Ritual for my native outlet. This is because on solstice the azov battalion burned a longboat as ritualistic burial for its dead, and how a ritual gets meaning by what is at stake, quite literaly. Meaning in the nietzschen sense that god does not justify/gives reason to war, but that war will justify and give reason to god.

One can see the burning of the ship as either metal or corny but nonetheless its a real thing. I read  a while ago about how german military personal in afghanistan copied rituals from american military personal, since they have no ritualistic warrior rites of their own anymore. There are still pictures around of ww2 german soldiers burning a casket before battle as "burning of woes". Maybe you remember when alex jones snug into Bohemian Grove and recorded such a "burning of woes" rite. Rituals are important for any cult, culture even if its just the Bushes jerking off into the Skull of an Indian Chieftain.

That said these modern cults you refer to with egalitarianism and so on and so forth are not really cults. They have no rites, no real rites, they have no sacraments, they have nothing. And thats why they all spin out of control when a charismatic leader leaves, dies, disappears. Q Anon was a basic bitch christian bait op based on "Operation vampire killer" from the 90s, pacification rumor mongering that in secret military and police would be on "our side" and any day now arrest the pedo elites.

There was also "Operation Trust" during the early soviet era and when you read the monthly reports of the Reichssicherheitshauptamt about how the mood in the population of nazi germany was, even back then many people believed what basically amounts to Q anon worldviews. All of these "world explaining" "cults" spin nuts at some point because they infuse their followers with wrong intuition, wrong consciousness and the inability to form anything of substance around a common denominator of ritual. All that is left is the death drive of their followers waiting for apocalypse/military takeover/arresting tom hanks. They were never ment to have so much synthetic "information" and it fried their brain.

So i take longship burning viking larpers, who at least do something real such as fighting, killing and dying, over enranged proles, who live extremly online and therefor lack all the positives sides of cult and culture, any day.

In other news; germany will have the warmest new years eve since the record started while america is ravaged by a blizzard and everyone told me without russian gas i would freeze to death.

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You make some very good points here. However, I stand by my assertions that we have ideological cults all through modernity and that they do practice rituals [such as confessions of hereditary guilt, voting and demonstrations], wear vestments [such as suits and ties and masks], tithe to their governments and avoid critical thinking and cling to faith and the proclamaitions for their priesthood of experts, and also conduct purges and witch hunts. Now, I grant that these are cults prone to weakness, lack of truth and depth, fracture and negativity. But how many times has Christianity fractured and split into another denomination?

However, perhaps this is their purpose, to divert cultic energy away from real metaphysics, away from proximate community, and to dissipate the mind and feast upon the agonized souls of these dissipated minds?

What is more, the lack of substance that you describe and the thanatos urge will serve the homo elites who have set up these ephemeral cults as finishing feed lots for souls to be consumed, to feed their increasingly self aware leviathan system. The new Canadian public health initiative focusing on government assisted suicide for depressed women is one example of a governmental good, a transfer upward of death power and a devouring of sacrificial victims, of the transmogrification of potentially eternal or autonomous souls into meaty sacks of ashen damnation. Such fiendish plots in open execution, like the brazen Punic bulls that babies were once burned in, are a 100% good to the government and a drain on its food source and potential enemy, The People.

At the very least these are counterfeit cults, and yes they are weak. But when the purpose of a cult is to prepare the cult members for consumption by the priesthood and feeding of them into a gestational god, then weak cults are a good. I truly believe that our crypto elites are trying to develop an actual, physical, systemic, autonomously intelligent deity. I suspect that the memory of the hydra, of Tiamat, of dragons and titans, of gods that can be killed and yet bleed blood so caustic that it will kill mortals like white phosphorus or napalm, is a garbled memory of an earlier such attempt to raise a man-made deity upon the bent back of humanity. The reality of mass human sacrifice to appease dark and devil like gods in Mexico, might be, I suspect another such Atlantean thread.

While cosmic oatmeal cookies like Randal Carlson and Graham Hancock believe in a golden age of sacred geometry when experts worked for the people and the people worked in concord with Mother Earth, I suspect this was the opposite of prehistoric reality. Rather, I suspect, that mechanical monsters, such as tanks, planes, robots, automated ships and drones, once stalked the planet and devils and demons and dark gods waxed strong waiting at the gates of eternity like gulls for baby turtles at the ocean’s edge, and feasted upon a harvest of screaming souls.

Fortunately, I am just a crackpot and my guesses about the deep past and our cyclic return to earlier conditions will most likely be no more accurate than my predictions about urban and suburban blight.

Murica!

Thank you, sir. It has been a pleasure corresponding with you over these past handful of years. I also view the icing of America as the hand of God punishing the closest thing to Leviathan we have seen in recorded history. May Uncle Satan freeze in his striped tights.

While driving home from training:

“James, since sparring with “King Kong” [James of the North} and receiving this cracked rib, I fee like I finally have some skin in the game. I’m more confident. The shadow boxing is clicking, I’m starting to stress less about getting hit by you and think more about what I can do to you—going on the hunt as you say. Now, I was wondering, since you have experienced so many injuries, in the past, has this effected you positively or negatively when it came to navigating Baltimore’s crime space?”

So Spake Portland Joe, taking me back in my mind through my 38 years working and 4 years visiting Baltimore.

This is a fascinating question about how some injuries bring out the rabbit in your soul and turn the Bantu-hunted, guilt-haunted world into a cast of hungry foxes, cats, coyotes and wolves, while some injuries bring out the beast in your soul.

In retrospect, as I review my various training injuries, I note that most brought out the beast, that I would arrogantly stride amongst the savages as a miniature Tarzan with broken fingers, fractured forearms, black eyes, and even debilitating back injuries and rib injuries. These latter injuries I compensated for by carrying knives.

Just like MMA fighters usually fight hurt, I knew, that due to my hard and constant sparring that I would be hurt in someway when attacked by hyenadon tribesmen. Sparring hard while hurt became an important component of this prepping. Even severely sprained and shredded ankles dd not make me hide or shy away as I envisioned falling into the gripes with my attackers and dragging them to the pavement with me as I stabbed and bit my way up their lags and body.

Walking Baltimore after 25 concussions did nothing to diminish my confidence, not of victory, but of the stabbing and gutting of my conquers as I was shot or stomped to death.

Only one injury brought out the rabbit in my soul, the torn hip rotator. This was the injury that caused me to get fat. The fatness as much as the debilitation caused me to become less aggressive, less savage. That injury had me in constant agony and the bloating up made me less tough. I knew that a hard push would just send me down.

When the Soul Patrol rolled up on me on Sefton, I was unable to get up curb and had to stay in the gutter as I drew my knife.

When Eddie and Arsinio wanted my umbrella at Glenoak and Norhern, I knew I was dad in the water and would have to stab my way out.

When Salt and Pepper tried to mug me at Glenoak and Pine, I yelled, for only the second time in my life, the bitch in my soul having been found.

When the two giant Nigerians came on me after I interrupted their slave girl abduction by dragging my lame foot, at Old Eastern and Eastern, I knew I was helpless.

This all happened in 2017 as I limped about, the hunters smelling the rabbit in my soul. It reminds me now, of the old English stick fighting tradition of fighting with whale ribs. Head shots were good, but leg shots were banned. It was acceptable to kill but not lame your opponent. There is a deep truth here, a tribal recognition that lack of ambulatory capacity makes us less of a man and that walking is part of our developmental structure and the door to our autonomy.

Perhaps our brain washed society is so because people no longer walk but sit and move in machines.

I finish with a quote from Don Quotays in this regard concerning an instructional walk to a coffee shop with a 7 year old girl:

James,

Reading the dialog between you and young Emma, it reminded me of Aristotle tutoring Alexander. Who knows what this young lady will do in time?

Don Quotays

James,

Wow, thank you! [For the PDF of Poet.]

I look forward to reading this. I have been enjoying The Combat Space. It’s funny, I have very little experience in combat sports but had been going to an MMA gym that was nearly identical to the one described in, “Running in Circles,” and was starting to suspect it wasn’t a good gym to learn at. 

I have been thinking about an encounter that happened probably late October of last year that ended uneventfully and wondered what you thought of it. 

My work has brought my wife and I to one of the suburbs south of Chicago for a few months. It’s a decent area overall, mostly hispanic families in older houses that appear well cared for. 

We were walking our small dog when we heard a voice calling from behind us. It was a large man (Probably around 6’2-6’4, very broad, and had a bit of a gut) quickly walking towards us. “I’m not a threat! I just need help!” he yells and lifts up the front of his shirt to show he’s unarmed. He had a phone up to his head, “It’s okay! I’m safe, father!” before putting the phone away. I don’t think he said goodbye. 

He told us that his mom was recovering from a surgery and was going to go visit her at the hospital, with some generic Catholic-sounding name. He explained that he had tried to talk to the priest at the church that was across the street but the priest did not speak English. He was asking directions so my wife pulled it up on her phone; it was about 40 minutes outside of the city. We thought that he would get back on the major road and head that direction but then he explained that he needed gas. We explained that we didn't have any money on us but he said he would pay for it. We explained that we didn't have gas cans to transport the gas but he said that he did. I think he even said that his truck was parked at a gas station. 

"So can you help me, please? I'm not a threat. I'm very fat and tired and just trying to see my mom."

At this point, I'm not sure what he's even asking for. My best guess is that he wanted a ride back to the gas station that he walked pretty far from to ask for directions. My bullshit detectors are firing hard. You don't prove you're not a threat by only showing the front of your waistband, he had thrown in that he was a veteran and Catholic (2 groups that are viewed with some degree of respect by polite society), and what kind of non-threat repeats "I'm not a threat" over and over? All I said was "We don't live close to here." and he immediately started walking away. 

What do you think? Was this some type of scam? Was he planning some type of attack? Maybe I'm paranoid.

Thanks for reading all that. You take care, too! 

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Okay, this guy was a threat. He moved off as soon as he found out that you did not live nearby. He assumed that you walking your dog meant that you were a few blocks from home and that when you agreed to give him a ride, he would locate your car, and your house, both of which would be targeted by smaller, leaner less tired members of his crew. Once your house is under observation, when you are away will be noted so it can be cleaned out, or when you arrived home on Friday with a juiced debit card and possibly cash, you could be car-jacked and maybe taken tot he bank thru the drive thru.

Since he was alone it is unlikely this was an immediate violence threat unless the person on the other end of the phone was not mom—who he probably was not—and he was speaking code to bring in the team, probably a teenage lookout and a vision mid sized dude with a gun or knife.

In case this happens again, continue to detail your wife to be on her phone helping the grifter remotely:

She must be behind you.

She must relay information thru you so that there is no communication directly thru your woman. The female desire among white women to hep out and do the right thing for non whites and for youthful waifs can spark in an instance into communication between her and him. That is the road to disaster as he begins using her sympathies to undermine your protection of her. The more obedient she seems to be to you, the less likely the situation will blow up.

The worst thing that could happen is for your wife to bust his chops and start telling him off. That is a disaster.

If he looks behind himself he is planning an attack.

If he looks behind you he is planning an attack.

If he looks down expect to get hit.

Keep him two paces away so that you can scan the area for his partners, who are within three blocks guaranteed.

The guy showing you his waistband is confirmation that he is an active criminal using gangland and prison yard cant to reassure you. This guy is so deep into criminality that he does not even understand how normal humans view him and his world.

With a dude this fat, if it goes south stab him in the neck or armpit, not the gut. If you have no weapon, finger jab, rake or spear as you step off right in a weak pivot and present the left hand for checking.

Your wife should be trained to keep behind you at all times and never verbally or physically engage the enemy.

“Catching up on Man Weekend posts. Pain tolerance: do fighters see their pain tolerance increase? Or decrease? Do you think it is psychological/physiological/both? And is clinical pain due to illness, can this be comparable, or no?”

-Lynn, Lockhart via text, 1/5/2023

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Dear, Lady,

Both, for certain.

In 2006, after a four hour meet in which we both got stopped by the two baddest stick-fighters on the East Coast, Charles and I, regular sparring partners, took off a month. A month later we got together and started whacking each other at a level that had permitted both of us to remain a threat to bigger, better men, so much so that they chose to KO us rather than risk a point win. We got the toughness award for taking the most and continuing, fighting in four times as many bouts as the men who beat us, who stayed in their comfort zone.

As we started ripping into each other we both winced and backed up and Charles said, “How did we ever think this was fun!”

Now, I had helped Charles go from having a low pain tolerance to the best, over 4 years. Then, over 4 weeks we lost it all, my having 8 years in. He had done it largely with focus, me with raw toughening, just killing nerves.

There are two types of combat pain:

-passive [getting hit]

-use [tearing soft active tissue while exerting yourself]

The passive pain deadens over time due to hardening of impacted bone and the deadening of nerves.

Use injuries are tougher to get over as the nerves commanding the forever damaged part give signals to the brain “this part my fail!”

I have noted that decades old use injuries nag me sometimes even when thinking of making the motion in meditation and when initiating that motion and when over working it. But places where I got hit and even had bones broken, there is no residual pain trace over the decades, but a permanent resistance to the pain level originally experienced on impact. The exception to this is when connective tissues like ligaments, tendons and cartlige are impacted and heal incompletely and then have a chronic pain trace and a residual use pain signature when in use and impacted. This is why impact injuries to the rib cage are the longest nagging thing suffered by fighters. That cage expands every time you breathe.

One effective way to submerge both kinds of pain is in meditative, focused training and competition, getting in the zone. This has to due with psychological embracing and controlling of use pain and endorphins released during exertion.

The worst kind of pain is use pain that flares when immobile. If I want to be crippled by pain I need only lay in bed enough days, being 3, for my various use injuries to adhere.

Overriding pain with effort, like training your self to go on the attack every time you experience pain or disorientation, is helpful.

I have personally found that the worst pain I have experienced was eye pain, which seems to be residual use pain and nerve pain resulting from long ago sustained head trauma and severe sleep deprivation. The only times I have had pain go beyond ten, was the eye pain, and was the dozen or so occasions when the pain was so bad that it made me pass out, which is an 11, and the half dozen occasions where it got even worse after I passed out and woke me up, which is a 12 in my broken book.

Psychologically, the inner determination that pain is something to be embraced and overcome, is the key element of developing pain tolerance. The modern ideal that pain is a disease and must be cured by drugs or reduced activity does not permit people to develop pain tolerance. People who have not suffered athletically and pushed through the curtain of pain, will have a low mental pain threshold. One aspect here is body building and running pain, slowly developing the ability to work through the pain of fatigue and the burn of exertion. This develops an expanded capacity for pushing through more severe pain, as this is aggressive, the pain caused by you and begging to cease, the pain only driven by your will to continue. Most people do not have this and quit fighting as soon as they get tired.

I often have people ask me about pains they have and discover that they are suffering extreme distress from what I understand as pre-pain, mere discomfort. I was never tough of my own nature and only gained the ability to deal with pain without drug use through training, fighting and recovering. My lowest pain tolerance was in my late 20s when I should have been toughest, but was mentally the weakest due to my comprehensive lack of hope. I regained my youthful pain tolerance in my 30s through adopting a suicidal world view and embracing pain as an escape from work and wife.

So I find in old age that the lack of painful pursuits have doomed many of my fellows to misery and I am now relatively pain free.

Physically, the act of working through pain, of pumping blood through stiff areas, of doping the nerves with inner opiates kicked out by the active body, and of honing one’s focus while in a state of pain, develops coping mechanisms that are generally unavailable to the person who has not trained, worked or competed while in pain. Though my back might be wrecked compared to most people, I can function at back pain levels that would keep others in bed or on pain medications.

In large measure I credit my lack of drug use for this. I took zero pain meds or alcohol while a child or teen. I never used drugs recreationaly like perks, ludes, valium, vikadin or oxys that most people my age used for fun. Also, when injured during my low pain tolerance 20s, I was obsessed with regaining function and knew that pain masking drugs would set me up for accidental re-injury and avoided them.

When I did get pain meds for the hip rotator tear, I used them like so. I never took a whole hydrocodon to work, just a half. Every 20 minutes my back would lock up so bad that I had to walk to the dairy walk-in cooler and squat against the warm heated door while the adhesions loosened in my hips and sacrum. If I began to pass out from the pain, which could make me unemployed and homeless in short order, I would pop the half pill.

Once, while squatting with my back to the door and eyes closed, I looked up and pretty Cheri, the cake decorator was standing over me. She told me that she had been watching me in extreme pain for six months and had seen me back there a few times and that my example was helping her get through cancer treatment.

I spent those six months at a 9 and 10 pain level and it perminantly increased my tolerance. I recall Charles having to hep me in and out of the car to get to sparring and then me being able to move around sparring okay. There was something about the fight zone that cured the pain. As soon as sparring was over I’d be back to a crippled state. This was at the time that Sean was afraid I was done and wanted to get training videos on tape. These Lancaster Agonistics videos where I show basic stick and fist work were done when I could not stand for 20 minutes, or sit, or walk for as long without extreme suffering. We filmed them after I worked a shift as described above. On the way there I washed down a muscle relaxer, and a hydrocodon with a half pint of vodka. Avoiding using pain meds made them more effective in a crisis of function.

One thing I have found is that pain is increased physically and mentally when the sufferer is not physically active. For this reason, lack of activity as we age, for various reasons, I think that pain returns with a vengeance in infirmity.

I hope this was some kind of decent answer. I feel, here, that I have failed to touch all aspects and am somewhat addled by my own pain experience, for better and for worse.

An abridged recollection of a morning conversation. Redacted some 45 minutes on knife use, legalities and carry options.

The Operator: “Mister James, sir, thank you so much for setting me up with that instruction. These guys definitely know their stuff, techniques, drills. But, I got this sense that, well, outside of the drill format I was already on their level—that they weren’t you. I mean, they know their stuff but they don’t spar, we don’t bring it, it’s all course work without a test at the end, if you know what I mean.”

The Crackpot: [I explained the history of FMA training being integrated in Korean and Japanese American schools where non-contact stop action training is the rule and how the FMA people had to choose between flow drills or stop action contact in order to purvey their art in America.]

“So, combat training in America, being pay to play retention oriented enrollment schemes, naturally gravitates into a hypnotic and sympathetic pattern. If you ever get to go knife to knife with a guy trained in FMA, that is not one of our guys, then you threaten the hand to lock him into his training focus, then do a pass lunge and cut his throat off of that feint to his hand. His focus, checking the enemy blade hand with the empty hand, for you, that is what you do after you kill him so he can’t take you with him.”

The Operator: “Okay, so you just halfway answered my next question, in that although these were great guys and I’m going to do some work with them in the future, they seemed to be put off by me. I thought it was my association with you, but they speak very highly of you.”

The Crackpot: “You’re an animal. The sheep don’t know if you’re a dog or a wolf—all the same to a sheep who is meat for either breed. But where you are into combat because you like it, they are in the business of studying it, isolating it, sanitizing it and controlling it. You, showing up at the dojo with a directly stated purpose of tooling up for trouble, that kind of pierces the vacuum that is the dojo.”

The Operator: “Okay, so should I just keep with the Kenpo drills and the bag and footwork drills and wait for you to get back, or should I call Erique.”

The Crackpot: “My recommendation is to train with Erique once a month. He will spar with you, and when he does something that you don’t deal with well, you say, ‘Hey, could you break out the portion of a drill that comes from, then you’ll drill briefly and go back to sparring. He’s a good coach, he’s got gear for you, and he fights. Now, Brett he’ll show up with his gear—you bring your own, then he’ll politely tool you up, pick you off the floor, dust you off, ask if you’re okay, and then take you a part again. He’s a stud. He won’t hurt anything but your ego, and since he learned as a kid, he knows the little guy angle you need, even though he’s now a specimen.”

The Operator: “So what about the grappling. I work, I’m a thin older guy with back injuries, and I still wanna be there for the young girls, if you catch my drift. I don’t want to be rolling a ound on the mat getting hurt...”

The Crackpot: “You remember the stocky neck tattooed guy?”

The Operator: “The Bronx guy, a good guy.”

The Crackpot: “Well he wrestled for a decade and did BJJ at Mat Serra’s club. He does not see himself as a coach, but he can break down and explain grappling well. Plus, he’s been doing knife for 20 years. I can’t get a clean cut on him any more. He can go over the grappling tells with you and he knows that grappling is a waist of time for a skinny guy your age, that once you’re on the floor you’re done, unless you stab him or shoot him from your back.”

The Operator: “I like it, good guy...I remember him, Set it up, can he get down here to Baltimore?”

The Crackpot: “Look, I thought of him before, but sent you to the other guys because its an hour drive for him to get to you and, well, he hates cops, and you were a cop.”

The Operator: “Oh, shit, so he’s got a history. I mean if he’s done time I understand, wouldn’t hold it against the guy. You know what, really, the only reason I became a cop, being an Irish guy from Boston, was because I had family members, you know, uncles, that were in there. I had done some bull shit jobs and I wanted some action. I was either going in the military, or police, or on the other side of things. It might sound funny coming from me, since I made captain. But, I wanted to do something that had some kick to it. If I hadn’t become a cop, I’d a probably gone the other way.”

The Crackpot: “Believe me, he understands that! I’ll talk to him. If its okay with him and I give you his number, do me a favor and break the ice like so, ‘Hey Chief! You don’t live around here, do you Chief? Your Grandma live around here, Chief? Don’t you belong over in Sheepshead Bay, Chief?,’ and then say, ‘On behalf of the NYPD, Chief, I’d like to apologize for those bigger micks givin’ you a hard way to go.’”

[laughter]

The Operator: “I gotcha, I know, you know, that when the cops get their hands dirty, its rougher on the tough guys and having punched my ticket over in Essex, I know the guy that’s gonna kick your ass is the one whose dad works down at the point, not some skinny black guy gonna be calling for rights and mamma and Jesus to get us off of him. So, I know, I can see why him—and you, I appreciate you working with me after the shit you’ve been through—Okay I’ll apologize for the other cops!”

The Crackpot: “Okay, I will be back in May. But I have to work with a boxer in Missouri on the way back, so let’s call it May 10. then I’m in Tennessee getting knockout for the last time on May 20, then back in Maryland, PA and Jersey for the summer. When we train, there are some other local guys I’ll bring in so that you have regular sparring partners. Look, you are going to get better sparring with one other dude that is enthusiastic than training under some guy that knows everything. Next time I leave town I’ll make sure you have a training network. If Chief isn’t in to working with you, I have a Jamaican, and if there is money on the line, he will be there.”

The Operator: “Great, great. Look, I’ve burned up half your Sunday already and I’m really sorry. But I needed to get this straight in my head. When we had lunch, I recalled our training a few years earlier actually, and it clicked in my head—‘this is the guy. Mister James is the real deal and he understands me, maybe because he’s a little like me, or maybe just because we’ve both danced with the same devils.’

So, brother, when you get in town, we’re kicking it. I like it! You know, the other knife people, they know their stuff, but, but...”

The Crackpot: “But they do not share your predatory sense of the blade.”

The Operator: “Yes, yes, absolutely, thanks for saying it. No wonder you write books. You know, people talk about nature and nurture. But when I was a little kid I collected knives. Now, as an old dude, who packs heat, whose got something for your ass, I still collect knives. I love knives. There is something about the knife that connects with my soul—that connects us! I’m really of the opinion, that as much a case as can be made for nurture over nature and all of this social conditioning, which I used to buy into, which every body whines about, that how you jump out of the cookie, whatever you are when you jump out of the cookie and hit the ground running, that that’s pretty much what you are. My friend, it has been a pleasure and I am sorry for eating into your day.”

The Crackpot: “No problem, Captain. And thank you for your generosity. Because of you I was able to buy some groceries for my friend’s boys.”

The Operator: “Mister LaFond, get back here in one piece. You have people to train. Take care brother.”

Thank you sir!

If you don't mind, I have question...which may have been already addressed somewhere on your website, but I haven't stumbled upon it yet.

Namely, would you have a preferred approach for the order/progression of learning and developing functional self-protection skill set, for a person whose aim is to survive (maybe even thrive?) in a modern deteriorating urban living environment?

Also, if we took the legal/social/political aspect out of the equation, what would be the optimal progression of developing a well rounded and comprehensive fighting skill (empty handed, blunt, and bladed, maybe even the mixed format included)?

Sincere gratitude and best wishes!

Dragan

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Dragan, for urban training I recommend the following:

-1. Walk your living area for 3 blocks in each direction each day, paying attention to sign, like needles, shell casings, hair extensions, trash, to determine who goes there in the dark.

-2. Now walk it at night: dusk, midnight and predawn.

-3. Walk egress and access routes to the nearest evacuation point by day, dawn, noon, late afternoon.

-4. Walk your work area the same way, during the day.

-5. Walk to and from work and home at least once in each direction.

You are now forming a mental map that only you have of your area of operations.

-6. Only shop local, in part, because these shops will give you actionable intelligence. Do not drive to the best deal, but buy in your work and living zones and get to know the business owners, shift managers, etc.

-7. Scout the nearest crime locations: schools, courthouses, police stations, malls, major transit hubs and other places where violent actors strike out from.

-7. Do not clean up trash and especially not hardware. If you see a brick somewhere, leave it there and map it. This is your improvised weapon locker.

-8. When not out and about, run meditation scenarios in these locations from optimal to disastrous.

-9. Now drive these same routes and note what you saw on foot but missed in the car. When you drive new areas, this will help you map the gaps in your motorist perception. Drive slowly.

-10. Never sit in a vehicle that is not running with your hands on the controls. If you must wait, stand by your vehicle. This is not just for defense, but to increase your observations.

-12. Take mass transit, using your pedestrian view of things and the gap awareness from your motor scouting and assess the various routes and hubs, especially the characters at the stops.

-13. Never stop building the map of the war zone. As hunters update their knowledge of the habitat they hunt, you must update yours.

-14. Think like a criminal and plan gun, knife, club and empty hand crimes to serve as the basis for later scenario work.

Now, for fighting progression, I am assuming a youth or adult, not a child, a person physically a man if not yet fully developed.

The reference point should be grappling, that is, just as Hell and The Pit are the reference point for the Christian wishing to go to Heaven, something to be aware of, avoided and escaped. Cops, gangs, mobs, bigger men, knifers, they all want to grab you. So, when training your progression, work out of and into the clinch and make clinching and counter clinching part of every aspect. For instance, part of every boxing session should be devoted to one boxer trying to clinch and the other trying to avoid it.

#1 is stick work. Learning the stick will help develop blade skills and the relaxation necessary for effective boxing. It also takes from 3 months to a year to develop the forearms for power work. Blade first does not develop the appreciation for power necessary for blunt extension weapons. Stick has the greatest range variation of the skill sets.

#2 is blade work, especially if legalities are not an issue.

#3 is grappling, which must be learned to avoid being grapples just as the above arts develop the ability to counter the crude use of those same weapons when you are unarmed.

#4 is boxing. By placing boxing last, you will not become the best boxer you could be. But boxing leverage requirements can get you killed in knife work and clinched and taken down by a grappler.

We have recently, in Portland, developed a sparring flow that goes like this:

-Boxing

-Stick

-Knife

-Boxing

We have variations in each set, various lengths of stick, goals such as to clinch, asymmetrical boxing against grappling, stick against grapple, knife versus empty hand, etc. With boxing, start at clinch range and box out, then box in, before doing freestyle boxing.

With all arts set sparring goals, such as this stick round is not over until someone clinches, until someone scores, checks and scores in sequence, etc. In boxing, the man who scores a combo and is not countered and achieves angle and range, causes a restart, with the partner now set to this goal.

Grappling needs to be worked on on surfaces that I generally do not have access to. In a dojo, I would take the sequence above and place grappling first and last, bracketing the boxing.

I have no real knowledge of firearms or where they should fit into such a scheme.

Good Luck, Sir.

Driving back to Portland in the sodden rain from sparring with British National, Joe asked:

“James, a friend of mine is a writer and I referred him to your site. What is your advice for a new writer, if you can encapsulate it. Also, should he use a pen name. I realize you boldly write under your own name. But would you recommend that for a young writer in this current climate?”

This is easy, and I would suggest to Joe’s friend to approach writing like Joe has approached fighting, through self-discipline and daily training.

-1. Write every day, especially when you are sick or don’t feel well. Currently, to rest my bad eye and to travel, I am only writing 25 to 27 days a month. I’m on the downside of the process. Climbing into the writing saddle you need practice.

-2. For fiction use your own name. For political and social commentary use a pen name.

-3. Publish every week, which means setting up an electronic platform, a site. This will build readership and give you feedback. If you publish less then once a week you will lose readers. Ideally, publish every day. That is how I got half of my readers and how the Zman, a very successful writer, built his readership.

-4. You want writers as readers, this is a measure of your standing among your peers. Also, thinking of your readers as a readership and as writers, will encourage you to respect them more and make positive self censorship calls. I do self censor. When we are our own publisher we need to censor our self to avoid the iron heel as well as the mob’s squeal.

-5. Serialize a portion of your work in front of a pay wall and put conclusions behind the pay wall. This gets you out there and builds printable content.

-6. If I was starting fiction writing now, I would just do 44 to 72 page quarterly print releases, then annually do a full size omnibus.

-7. Do not seek a publishing house. In order to be accepted you will have to compromise your vision, and, most importantly, you will have to write books worth of promotional material about your work, which is degrading to the creative process.

-8. For nonfiction, write dissenting opinions of your own majority opinions. In fiction, do the same by writing the bad guys with empathy and even sympathy. This will help you very much.

-9. Find a completion ritual. For me, after I finish a book I get drunk and then the next day don’t drink at all and start a fresh work. Maybe fasting on the last day of your work, and then feasting on the day of rest after, might work for you.

-10. Try writing as soon as you wake up. If you get stale, either exercise or nap to recharge. With fiction I prefer to write a chapter in the morning, then exercise, then proof the chapter. If I doze during this I nap and then write the second chapter when I wake. If I do not doze, if I am charged up, I go right into the next chapter. I am a believer that before writing chapter 2, proofing and amplifying chapter 1 helps.

-11. Do not do rewrites. That is advice given by established writers to keep aspiring writers from competing with them. Write.

-12. Don’t obsess on the perfect scene or over work it. Write the scene, and if you think it could have been done better, and it can not be easily juiced up with an amplification, then write the next scene and make it better. Any doubt you have that chapter 2 could have been better, should be used to make chapter 3 better than its predecessor.

I have read dozens of books on how to write, mostly in my 20s. I have tossed most of the advice and do the opposite. I’m surely not the best writer out here. But I have written more books then the top ten current best writers in the same time frame. Writing more will make you write better. Also, in the current market, you will not get big sales without a publishing house, but you can publish a book every season instead of every other year and get more readers that way.

Good Luck—the Greeks and Latins both named that god a woman. Forget that at your peril.

Perhaps this will be of interest to someone.

Thank you, Lynn for putting it together.

L

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A Crackpot Book

Copyright 2022 James LaFond

Lynn Lockhart Publisher

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On Monday, November 7, 2022, the most prolific living writer, a homeless vagrant, went to a dive bar in Portland, Oregon to use the wifi to check his emails for the first time since August 4. Having experienced 10 weeks of excellent eye health, and completing writing 19 books in 10 months and editing 9 in two weeks, the unique structure of email and website text, which he had not been exposed to for months, exploded his vision.

The following dialogues will mark the final engagement of James LaFond with the tiny and brilliant readership responsible for sparking many of his inquires. The first four dialogues are written from memory and three word prompts scrawled on the back of a bar receipt. The remainder of the dialogues will be written from prompts forwarded to Lynn Lockhart, who has been kind enough to reproduce them in a font readable for LaFond.

…

To the Reader

It has been an honor to be engaged through my email box by readers these past 11 years. I did not realize until today, that the oddly good eye health I enjoyed in Utah, over 10 weeks, which permitted me to write 7 books and edit 9, was in large part due to not having to struggle with the type style, font size, spacing, coloring and background of email and of website texts.

If I cannot read it in a 16 point sans font, I will look away to save my eyes for work. Yes, I am a boomer tech tard. Using the magnifying glass thing and scrolling strains my bad eye, which is ironically my good eye. This seems to have been a fortuitous test of will, this office space disaster. For, before leaving for the bar to use the wifi, I shared two cups of coffee with my host, who actually tried to convince me that I should give up writing in favor of a return to living to eat as a retail food clerk or janitorial functionary. I had reiterated to him what I had told my brother in late July, that the only reason I have consented to remaining among the brainwashed damned, is on the condition that I may write. Writing is my parting negotiation with the world that I hate, the world that ate me.

I have read my last email. They will be forwarded to Lynn henceforth, to be returned, upon her discretion, as text attachments. I apologize for this rudeness. It is quite bad enough that I have declined to read comments on the site that bears my name for some two years now. I do not even read those that the webmaster sends texts of to me. I regard the comment function on the site to have nothing to do with me or my writing, but a courtesy for readers to be able to communicate with each other concerning my literary misbehavior.

Additionally, although I no longer view videos or read site links, I have been in the habit of posting such links sent by readers. Again, my attempt at this courtesy is now at an end due to the eye problems. I tried copying and pasting some emailed links and it was too much.

So goes the end of the Crackpot Mailbox experiment. My final dialogues will post in May and June. As of December 26 I will limit my use of emails to thanking readers for purchases and donations and deleting solicitations by publishing agents, hookers and other scam artists. Emails from readers, writers, fighters and others will simply remain there unopened. The only emails I will read will be those sent by the webmaster and editor.

The final phase of this writing experiment by a special ed student who failed 9th grade three times will consist of writing only:

-Novels

-Histories

-Observations

I realize that I have developed a great deal of information pertinent to combat training. I apologize for abandoning this subject and of self-help books and articles in general. Hopefully something on this website or in the books already written will answer your inquiry. I have not increased my knowledge of these matters since 2020 and continuing to write upon them would be a redundancy.

As for the four failed emails from today:

Zack

Sorry to hear your buddy lost his eye. I get my eye patches at drug stores for about $10. they are so tight they hurt, so the elastic will needs be broken in. Mary Biscotti did send me a leather eye patch she picked up at a renaissance festival which is more comfortable but less practical while active. The soft eye patches I have worn sometimes were designed by a former girlfriend who I have no contact with.

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John North

Your website looks so cool. I wish I could have read it. I can read something and review it if you send it to me in 16 point lucida sans. The eye strain for me to convert a document to a readable text is as bad as trying to read the original. If we meet I will be glad to train stick with you.

…

Smart Ron the Science Guy

I have not lived in Baltimore since June 2018. I am homeless. I have generally been in the East from May thru July. At such times I spend about 10 days a month in Baltimore. My entire family has been driven from our ancestral city, I being the last in 2018. I am honored that you wanted to treat me to dinner and a beer at the Inner Harbor. From either of the two locations in Baltimore where I am still welcome, it is an easy bus ride for me to get to the Inner Harbor, about 45 minutes one way.

…

Bedford

Your inquiry about throwing spears is fascinating and I will answer this in a full length article to be posted in history in May. This will be part of the book Shrouds of Aryas. Do note, that I devoted 7 chapters to this question in the book Songs of Aryas, to go up for sale as a site e-store exclusive, this coming January. The free postings of this series of articles subtitled Cover, are scheduled to post in February.

Thank you all.

James, Portland, Oregon, Monday November 7 2022

[James cannot read this. Banjo has always provided deep thought. Here he is.]

James,

Today I watched a video taken from a drone dropping a bomb onto a tank, killing one person that was with his head above the hatch. The tank then moved away so not everyone was killed and the tank was not disabled for whatever that is worth. The same day I saw another video of a guy in arizona running heavy machinery remotely via computer. The machinery looked to be doing strip mining or some similar task.

So why run a tank via manpower? Why run any war machinery with manpower. Why not run it all remotely? I'm sure there are some logistical reasons like small localized emp attacks or something but put that aside for this question.

Now consider this quote from McCarthy's Blood Meridian: (or listen at

"The good book says that he that lives by the sword shall perish by the sword, said the black.

The judge smiled, his face shining with grease. What right man would have it any other way? he said.

The good book does indeed count war an evil, said Irving. Yet there's many a bloody tale of war inside it.

It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way.

He turned to Brown, from whom he'd heard some whispered slur or demurrer. Ah, Davy, he said. It's your own trade we honor here. Why not rather take a small bow. Let each acknowledge each.

My trade?

Certainly.

What is my trade?

War. War is your trade. Is it not?

And it ain't yours?

Mine too. Very much so.

What about all them notebooks and bones and stuff?

All other trades are contained in that of war.

Is that why war endures?

No. It endures because young men love it and old men love it in them. Those that fought, those that did not.

That's your notion.

The judge smiled. Men are born for games. Nothing else. Every child knows that play is nobler than work. He knows too that the worth or merit of a game is not inherent in the game itself but rather in the value of that which is put at hazard. Games of chance require a wager to have meaning at all. Games of sport involve the skill and strength of the opponents and the humiliation of defeat and the pride of victory are in themselevs sufficient stake because they inhere in the worth of the principals and define them. But trial of chance or trial of worth all games aspire to the condition of war for here that which is wagered swallows up game, player, all.

Suppose two men at cards with nothing to wager save their lives. Who has not heard such a tale? A turn of the card. The whole universe for such a player has labored clanking to this moment which will tell if he is to die at that man's hand or that man at his. What more certain validation of a man's worth could there be? This enhancement of the game to its ultimate state admits no argument concerning the notion of fate. The selection of one man over another is a preference absolute and irrevocable and it is a dull man indeed who could reckon so profound a decision without agency or significance either one. In such games as have for their stake the annihilation of the defeated the decisions are quite clear. This man holdgin this particular arrangement of cards in his hand is thereby removed from existence. This is the nature of war, whose stake is at once the game andthe authority and the justification. Seen so, war is the truest form of divination. It is the testing of one's will and the will of another within that larger will which because it binds them is therefore forced to select. War is the ultimate game because war is at least a forcing of the unity of existence. War is god. "

So let us suppose that war endures. It is evident that games of chance are defined not by the game but by what is wagered. A bet on roulette odd or even for a dollar will not garner any attention. The same bet for a million will attract a crowd of lookyloos. Same bet, different wager.

To War

If war becomes increasingly a remotely performed task what is wagered? What can be won? Taken to an absurd level it would be similar to the program from the 90s "Battle Bots" in which robots were made gladiatorial contestants. While it went for a number of seasons even the public grew weary of the battles and it was canceled.

Here are a couple things that might happen.

Militaries are a few men that are genetically, chemically enhanced and use bionic suits to increase strength etc like the old Japanese cartoons of the man in a huge robot suit that fought other robot suit men. The rest of the military will be at home on their couch or in a strip mall spot next to a slave labor nail salon, running drones in Ukraine, Taiwan or wherever. But again this continues to diminish the wager. Who cares if 6 million drones were shot down? No one. But the public must care, they must be forced into caring, their wager must be increased purposefully to keep making money via the war machine. One possibility is that war becomes focused on taking out infrastructure, geoengineering droughts and crop failures, attacking financial infrastructure and ultimately causing the most amount of chaos to the civilians.

Venturing a guess here but the tech has probably been here for decades to remotely run war machines but tptb have to consider that they need men to die to keep the wager up. Just like the tech for self checkouts at retail stores has been here for a couple decades but was never rolled out because it would raise unemployment and robots don't buy loofas. But now they are rolled out as the population declines and there aren't enough workers.

So what do you think? In an age of robotics how will humans be forced to ante up or wager something of real value? Or how will they be forced to believe they have skin in the game?

Banjo

Hello J,

Well, this may not be all too surprising for you.

An empty-handed, very high-tier grappler spars against a knife wielding mid-tier grappler (without any knife skills/training).

Result: not a single instance where the better grappler disarms the knife wielder without getting stabbed and sliced up like a bacon.

Honest content with higher production value like this hopefully debunks many of the typical self defence bullshit choreographies which are spread all around the Internet.

Greetings & all the best,

-Crackman

…

Sir Crackman, I could not view the video. However, I noted that no eye protection was worn by the unarmed party, or the attacker. This indicates two things:

That the most effective defense against the knife, eye jabs, eye rakes, flinging your own blood into the eyes of the knifer, are not available.

More importantly, as with all grappling based knife training other than Modern Agonistics, the lack of face gear indicates that the knife attacker has agreed to not cut the throat, slash the face or stab the neck or ear of the unarmed defender.

I did realistic knife training with fencing masks with Portland Joe and British National last week. The masks give the defender a small measure of chance, up from zero to 20%.

At the same time, thee knife armed attacker adapts more quickly and the speed of his kills increases to OJ levels of butchery.

The rules are:

-get between the knife and it’s wielder,

or,

-get the wielder between the knife and your guts.

It is imperative when training that the attacker, when frustrated in his stabbing attempt, goes upstairs to punish the defender with throat and eye slashes and neck stabs.

It is further of great importance that the defender sets escape as a goal.

When the defender is physically superior, across the six-banded spectrum, of size, speed, strength, fitness, skill and experience, a disarm is increasingly more likely as these advantages multiply each other.

Real life disarms include:

-improvised weapon use, like a bat or chair

-two handed grabs of the knife hand by a larger defender

-elbow slap ejection by a master level striker and knife man, the guy on the cover of The Logic of Steel

-Doc Dread tackling, mounting and disarming a negro knife man in a blizzard in Fells Point, Baltimore.

-And, the most common successful defense, running away. When training against physically equal or superior knife attacks we should stress:

#1: Improvised weapon use

#2: Angular passing of the knife hand or empty hand and then pushing the back or shoulder of the knifer as the starting block for your sprint to the ER to get stitched up.

None of this practice will be be effective if we do not wear gear that permits face contact and full speed actions with and against the hand.

I have written about this before. But it is an important subject. I would suggest for future Man Weekends that we make this a contest, defenses against twerps and goons, the escape and the grapple and the spear hand.

There is a Lancaster Agonistics video of two defenses done by Sean and I in 2017.

Thank you, Crackman.

2020, Dissonant Hum, 252 pages, an impressionistic preview of pages 13 thru 43

Thanks to Electric Dan for purchasing and sending this book to the garage in Portland where Jack and I met some three and more years ago.

Dan has asked me if I’d be interested in reading Jack’s book, Fire In The Dark: Men and Gods, and I said yes, if the typeface was something my eyes could handle. He said it was a reasonable font and not too densely set. This was correct, and Dan mailed a gift copy to the Yeti Waters residence. This actually caused an outrage by my Portland host, who has a deep dislike for one time fellow Portlander, Jack, who he says, “Was run out of town.”

Well, I was run out of town once, out of Baltimore in 2018, which was not just my residence, but my birthplace and the home of my family for over 150 years, and further from my ancestral state, Maryland, which was the home of my family for almost exactly 400 years. Well, so I’m not going to ignore a man’s work, a man who once bought me lunch under pressure from mutual readers, who despite being obviously and deeply uncomfortable with my prolesh person, was gracious to me when I was in very poor health.

Jack writes and speaks on masculinity as a vocation. This is a subject I avoid. It makes me cringe when someone cites me as a “masculinity expert” when I have but two children, have only conquered 15 women, have been made homeless by five different women, and have lost almost exactly 200 fights! On certain forms of combat and certain periods of history I might be well versed. But the idea that I am some kind of expert on being a man when the two men who I raised are embarrassed to discuss my comprehensive failure to climb the social and economic pyramid we were born into and regard me in all things as an example of what not to be, well that is strange.

I enjoyed reading the first few pages of Fire in the Dark, and then my eye exploded. The ringing in my head is now incredibly loud and the burning of the nerve that ends in my right eye is so severe that I am throwing up every second day since arriving in Portland. I am “in cycle.” These cycles last from 2 to 18 months. During a cycle I cannot read anything for more than an hour, and must limit myself to 16 point sans fonts, which means this screen. So, it appears that I will not complete a reading of Jack’s book, not this year. As it is, I read and slept for two solid days to get through less then 40 pages of the 252.

I did manage to get through the preface and the introduction, which is to say, read Jack’s summary and mission statement for the work I failed to read. I have read The Way of Men, No Man’s Land, Blood Rites and a Sky Without Eagles by Jack.

The Way of Men is still, to this date, the most important book of this century, for it is the most counter cultural, iconoclastic, anti-American [1], anti-modern book I have read. In The Way of Men, Jack actually broke down masculine characteristics as positive vectors for good, having written this book in a nation that has been dedicated to emasculation since its inception.

Jack writes to sell. As Jack told me, and as he wrote, if a written idea does not make enough money to buy a cup of coffee, then that idea has no value, is manifestly not worth a cup of coffee. Such is the world we live in, Under The God of Things. He is of course correct, for in America, only monetary and social media currency matters, and a bright man like Jack can see that in his life time, the two kinds of currency will gel as one and colonize what remains of our social pyramid. This matters even more to a masculine ideal, which Jack has promoted in our conversation and in his books, that denies that a man can be a good man outside of a hierarchy, that masculinity cannot be divorced from hierarchy. [2]

So, as defined by Mister Donovan, and I think correctly, a man can only be a good man within our monetary currency system, which is in the process of being merged with a feminine-inspired and neutered social currency system. The question that a masculine idealist is stuck with solving, is how does Money Man thrive in the world of Emotional Woman?

From reading Jack’s preamble to this appropriately titled book, I think he demonstrates that Fire In The Dark is a way to keep The Way of Men alive by addressing the strange tightrope that he and I have had to walk on writing about this subject [3], that it is an issue for theists and atheists, an issue that men must wrestle with continuously, whether they have faith in One God, believe in many gods [like me], fail to see evidence for divinity [agnostics] or see in themselves the incubus for an ascendant deity [platonic/academic/atheist/humanist/idealist] in a world barren of a higher conscious power.

Jack keenly employs his more successful brands and slogans. My impression is that Fire in the Dark is an operations manual for employing the concepts in The Way of Men and negotiating the hazards of the world illuminated in A Sky Without Eagles. Jack even backs partially away from his famous Violence is Golden article, [page 38, sentence 2] by declaring that the capacity for violence is not an intrinsic masculine value, when this capacity has always been the core value of men the world over, from earliest times until now.

My sense from this initial reading is that if you have read The Way of Men and found it insightful or useful, that Fire In The Dark is a book that you should read. The chapters and headings are beautifully wrought for a book of this type, with Jack demonstrating an expanding capacity for word crafting beyond ideals, slogans and arguments and into a more textured myth.

I leave you with a handful of Jack’s quotes, with only one criticism, that on page 30, men are described as needful creatures multiple times [strikingly odd in a book focused on heroic themes] and that throughout the opening discussion the gods framed by the author are in no way posited as real, that gods are just a fictitious assortment of the ideal for a man to emulate, embodied in the notion of:

“An Alternative Spiritual Technology”

“I propose Solar Idealism...”

“...we can confront the challenge of this age of annihilation...”

“...trending moralities are driven almost entirely by the madness of crowds and a culture of complaint.”

“I will sketch out the distilled essence of an integrated [Jack defines the regenerative Latin root] masculine spirituality—my own rendering of this eternal flame.”

In reviewing my notes in the text, I am most impressed with Jack’s commitment to propose an ideal of perfection as a direction rather than as a destination. Donovan’s one-man crusade on behalf of manliness is perhaps one of the most amazing things about our plight, as if wolves were left only the struggle not to become a dog, to the point were being a wolf were rendered secondary to the existential threat of becoming a goddamned dog!

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Notes

-1. I am certain that Jack would disagree heartily. But he is probably not familiar with the Plantation America Project or the fatherless roots of this orphan nation.

-2. In Incubus of Your Sacred Emasculation [part 1 of the omnibus Under the God of Things] I discuss how hierarchy, under civilization, successfully colonized and subjugated organic masculine tribal society. The feud between Achilles and Agamemnon in The Iliad is essentially a summary of this otherwise neglected prehistory. This is further explored in Barbarism versus Civilization, my most hated book.

-3. Jack writes and speaks for alpha males and beta males, while I write for the tiny minority of omega males in Taboo You. In a strictly hierarchical, civilized view, there is no value to the outsider and he is thence a social cancer. But in a more lateral tribal society, an outsider like Aristotle the Stagarite [in Athens] Saul of Tarsus [in Rome], Liver-Eater Johnson [army guide] or Crazy Horse [the insane Blue-eyed war chief] might still be granted a tolerated arc of social value.

American Dream Boat

A Tale of the America of 2048

By

James LaFond

[Crackpot comments in brackets]

Hey James,

I've done some more reflecting on white guys turning to Kevin Samuel's (pouring some drink) and more recently, the quarterish black Andrew Tate. Recently Andrew converted to Islam.

[Black men are in general more feminized than others because of the higher incidence of single fatherhood there. It is no accident that these men have become worshiped as the paragons of male prowess in all things. The NFL has pushed black quarterbacks to the point where entire teams have been restructured to make up for lack of passing ability and a running quarterback. Teams are choosing to lose for wokeness. The NFL had Morgan Freeman read a letter by Tom Brady to black youths naming them the quarterbacks—the metaphorica American captains—of the future.]

I remember in a podcast you did you once mentioned Christianity spread by priests converting the daughters or queens of chieftains/kings, who then spread this feminized religion among his own people, and that feminism ultimately evolved from this.

[Of interest is the passive sacrifice of Christ and how worship of him is now being replaced by worship of black men martyred as the only race ever enslaved.]

Well as it happens, in a book I read about the Amazon's (Greek mythological ones), and eventually how Islam spread among certain Berber tribes was brought up.

[There was a Berber queen with red hair who resisted Islam.]

Islamic proselytizers (perhaps Ibn Ali Tyrone Tate) convinced the men that the beliefs of their women were silly and superstitious by introducing them to philosophy and science. This is in direct contrast to how Christianity spread with the women selling out the men.

[You are putting your finger on a reactionary trend that is feminized but less feminine than the main current. Note that half of masculinity experts are homos, as are some European identity leaders. The Homo rulership is supplying the faux opposition to its own Few World Order. This is genius stuff.]

I propose then that what's going on is that the islamization of whitoid and western "men,” as proven by Imam Samuels and Muhammed Tate, is a dark skinned reaction to annoying white women who they do not view as their own, and other groups of non chocolate people are going along with it because the last 60 years of feminism has created unbearable pig women. And as this form of secularized bromo Islam appeals to weak men, then it must by default appeal to western """"men"""" as well, especially the disenfranchised chocolate male race.

[I agree, that Islam appeals to weak men, as do the other two Near Eastern Faiths, and that these faiths produce weak men. Islam, at least, does not produce annoying karens as do the other two faiths.]

I am interested to hear what you think of this theory, and what the consequences will be between the clash of these two evolving religions turned secular ideologies if you think there is some merit to it.

[Islam, as Howard pointed out in his Solomon Kane African adventures, is a very materialistic faith. It is also built around the idea of a house, compared to the garden based ideology of Judaism and Christianity. This makes it well suited to appeal to people raised in consumptive capitalistic societies, who are now being failed by capitalism. The current counter religion to capitalism, or The God of Things, currently expressed medically as stridently as economically, is Morpheus. Dream is the number two god of post modernity. Thing is still number one. Yahweh, Christ and Allah have less traction and are eroded in power by Morpheus rising, as he takes the young men away and also, in the case of Islam, invades the House of Submission to Allah and subverts and weakens it. I see a future where the two mainstream faiths are submissive, Corporate Medicine and Despairing Medicine, all dreams of flesh and stone.]

There is one more point I'd like to bring to your attention. Having been born here to a retarded single mom who I love, I have been cursed to have to mate with disgusting Americanized whore pig women. However, immigration by our homosexual elite overlords is not mainly male like it was in buttsex plantation America as you've described in your book. Because of this, I've met a foreigner that isn't mad that I would defend her physically like the last pig who felt I was violating her strong woman fantasies.

[Women are easily salvaged from the social wreckage by a strong and caring man. Men are much harder to salvage from the matrix because they are more cerebral and ideological and women are more adapted to reassigning their submission than ideologically farmed men are to retooling from submission to action.]

I'm done with my fooling around so I plan on sticking with just her. However, do you think our homosexual overlords wielding the iron dildo intended to essentially be importing harems for guys like me?

[Working on such a vast scale manipulating a self aware system and its feedlot of souls is a very inexact art with tidal, polar and reactionary aspects. Our masters are in a constant race to predict the next unintended side effect of their satanic, social golem building. Like in boxing, when every punch thrown by the foe is also an opportunity for you to counter, the war on humanity and individuality makes gaps where the human and the individual can find some autonomy. I regard most people as subhuman or posthuman. I suggest that something like 70% of western human bodies have already had their souls fed into darkness not to return and are merely socially conditioned semi intelligent bodies.]

Will white women demand this be put an end to?

[White women, are by definition a blank bot upon which the system may imprint a social identity. This started with the invention of the term White as a racial noun, in the 1600s, which was intended to erase Christian and European identity. White women are now playing The Queen, but are the most afflicted victims of this dastardly scheme. For every Nancy Crowski there are a hundred white bitches being fucked to death in the sex trade. In the future they will only be political and PR puppets and sex bots. They have no power and are compromised in every meaningful way by the illusion that they have power. They are the puppets of the homo elite who seek self replicating immortality.]

Will the men who listen to Imam samuels demand this be put an end to as it makes their "high value" to attain annoying white women not as valuable when you can have just as much fun as a filthy peasant such as myself?

[Followers of such self-help icons may make no demands and are merely feedlot souls being drained of spirit in advance of their physical passing by the vampires they follow. Just as women have the illusion of holding power, beta males who worship alpha males are seduced by the illusion that their approval is more than the extraction and feasting upon of their essence and identity.]

I never knew you writing about how our pagan ancestors viewed masculinity would be so topical in our current cucked world. You are truly a visionary.

[Thank you, Sir! From one filthy peasant to another, it has been an honor to correspond with you.]

Regards,

Not as Devilish Dick