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A True Martial Artist Would Never…
From among the fabulous world of BMA (Bullshit Martial Arts) we saw the rise of many great figureheads of entertainment the likes of which Zhang Sanfeng himself could never have envisioned. Hordes of arm waving form prancers who guard us from their deadliness by refusing to spar or back up their distance healing Qi levitation reiki claims. Over the years, these cream-of-the-crop elite dim makers had us laughing, crying, shitting our pants (but only because we were drunk,) drinking copious amounts of kerosene until we went blind, and at times doubting our own sanity… because in the real world no one could be that deluded. Right? Right…
Among the multitudes of posts and bitchy whining about the injustices of the facial tea-bagging that is MMA, there is one common element keeps rearing it’s head throughout almost every investigation, flame thread, and all out brutal forum gang rape. At the slightest notion of **** hitting the fan, almost every one of the butt-hurt rapees runs for cover with “a true martial artist would never” <make me cry alone in my room, rape a donkey, insult a magic sifu, make sweaty love to my mother while I trained hard in the basement to keep the braying noises at bay, etc.>
Ridiculous sense of entitlement aside, where did this notion of martial artists being knee crawling Confucian scholars with Ned Flanders’ sense of social etiquette come from? At what point did every sensei/sifu begin ending their class with internet etiquette 101? Most importantly, (as Omega brought up in a similarly titled thread,) why the **** do these people feel that anyone other than their students owes them anything other than “who the **** are you, and what qualifies you to give advice?”
The answer may surprise you.
Next, ancient China, and moral guidelines. Stay tuned.