The future is now, and everyone is a mixed martial artist for fifteen minutes. It may get in the way of semiotic deconstructions of Leif Garrett, Billy Jack, Family Ties and/or Obama's incipient Marxism, but greatness has its risks. Not sure whether cock-punching and dick-slapping is Tae Kwon Do or Jeet Kune Do, but I guess I'll figure it out as I go along.
At any rate, yeah, I would set up a dojo and make a lot of money teaching discipline and self-reliance to Teh Children, who are Our Future, but as the Romans famously said, blogito ergo sum.
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