Wednesday, August 4, 2010

When I become a psychologist/psychiatrist/whatever....

When I become a psychologist/psychiatrist/whatever for the army, I'm gonna make this huge fucking MMA gym with gaming consoles to help figure out whats going on,

massive MMA mats for much sparring,

some heavy duty cotton cloth to cover said mat for Tactical Teusdays, thursdays and fridays,

round-edged rifles, pistols and guns in general for H2H combat practice with weapon, gear and stuff,

then have a room thing to lower from the ceiling to practice room clearing hand to hand.


It will be awesome. I'll even have a little place in the back to sleep and eat maybe.

But yes, it would be the size of a regular gym, along with all the regular and muay thai punching bags, thai pads, strike pads, MMA gloves, boxing gloves, shin pads, body pads, bear suit, tractor tires, regular tires, hammers, springy things, harnesses, an infinite rope, ladders, everything. It will be so combat comprehensive that people will go there for basic hand to hand combat training and will leave prepared to destroy, eliminate, and hold up against the rigors of combat. It will be the Ranger School of MMA. or something awesome like that.

If I can, I'll bring in more American hand to hand combat instructors, Russian H2H fighters, judo, jujitsu, and muay thai masters, greco, everything, that Israeli fighting thing, as much as I can to give the soldiers with PTSD some skills in hand to hand and tire them out so they can sleep, burn off frustration, and keep in shape.

I think I'll save up my money from the military and do that.


Wednesday, July 28, 2010

The Lonely Depths of Thought

So yes, I've been recently single since, I dunno, two to three months.

I've noticed lately that I've been unable to sleep easily in the last couple of weeks, due to the fact that all I can think about is how much I'd enjoy having a gal in my bed to keep me warm.

What I think it is, is a perfect example of Maslow's hierarchy.

I've been able to eat a fairly decent meal every night, since I don't go to Jujitsu at the moment. So I have more calories and less endorphines floating though my face.

So theoretically, that would mean I have the possibility to stay up late, since I have extra energy to burn, and that I will feel more sad that before, due to the lack of endorphines and other thingies that make me happy.


I will test this next week, when I return to jujitsu, but with a PT vengeance.
Lol theory and hypothesis. LOOK I'M ACTING SMART HUR HUR.


So much for me bawing about how I can't sleep at night because I'm sleeping singilary in a futon, which easily keeps me up for hours on end. Madness, I dissected and solved my entire sleeping problem half-heartedly and off the top of my head in the last ten minutes. Damn.


I've already run out of stuff to talk about.

So uhmm..

Here's a neat video.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

I sense many hot days in my future

So I just realized this: If I join the Army, I will go to Fort Benning, Georgia. It's hot, 90 degrees with 900% humidity. Then back over to Ft. Cambel. Just the same. Then back for infantry and pre-Ranger school stuff. Then Ranger school in there, and florida, which are about the same. Then from there, I'll probably go to SERE in the desert/mountains in order to do that. Then probably to Iraq or Afghanistan.

Then back and forth between there, New Mexico, then to like, Fort Bragg for SF after a while, then probably back to the figgin middle east. Then to NM, and where ever they do the Florida tropical training. Then after that, back over to the bahamas or something like that, still hot. I will hate all of that freakin heat. UGH. So much heat...I
I'm so freaking retiring to Alaska or some cold shit like that.
OR COLORADO. It snows a lot up there. o.o


I sense there are many hot days in my future. Hot in rounds and hot in temperature.
Oh and freaking sandy also. Just sand and dust. Everywhere. In my butt, in my eyes, in my water. I'll be like Jarhead, puking freaking sand.

While on a search for that video, I came across this. Then this. Then zis.

I lol'd. Hard.








http://www.spousebuzz.com/blog/2010/06/i-will-stand-i-will-fight-ill-give-my-all.html?ESRC=sm_spbuzz.nl

http://www.spousebuzz.com/blog/2010/06/i-will-stand-i-will-fight-ill-give-my-all.html?ESRC=sm_spbuzz.nl




Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Oh mai, somethign to look forward to.

Realistic training for the awesome.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

"At D-Day ceremonies last year at Normandy, President Barack Obama honored the dead and applauded what he called the "sheer improbability" of the allies' success in storming the beaches of Normandy, scaling its cliffs and routing the German defenders."

I read that and thought, "Wow, that guy... doesn't understand American."


"Sheer improbability" is crap.
You think about it, it shows how Americans are able to band together, use information to hold, steadfast, can do spirit that we readily display. And act upon.

I woulda said something along the lines of "This is a perfect example of the American spirit: Overcoming and achieving the extravagantly impossible, turning over a whole country from a wronged and destructive group of evil, not only shaping history, but hammering it with the very hammer of war. Not only bringing a powerful world power at the time, to its knees, but crossing with every sacrifice even farther into legend, memory and time. It's one of those things that besides the creation of this wonderful country, stick out in a massive landmark in time.

This task, given to the many lowly soldier, was completed with utmost purpose, starting the liberation of Europe, bringing peace to the world. "

I kinda forgot what I was talking about a little, but I got my point across.


This is America. We are a proud war country, built by warriors, run by warriors, lived in by warriors, paid for in blood by warriors.

All for life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.