Thread: The French Are Talking About Us
5/11/2005 9:56am, #21
Originally Posted by SophistEduardo "Why'd you stop."
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- Aug 2004
- St. Petersburg, Fl
Me "I was kicked in the head by the guys sparring next to me."
Eduardo "Ino what happened but i didnt say you could stop."
Me "Um.. I guess I keep going."
Eduardo "You dont stop until i say stop, you dont get tired until i say your tired, keep going."
Originally posted by Ralek
My cousin gave me some tapes of him doing tkd. I learned from those tapes. When I beat up an Akido instructor, and made him take rest breaks, I used TKD. I learned Bjj from watching ufc and pride and then I copied them and wrestled my cousin for practice. I choked him out and he tapped.
5/12/2005 1:23am, #22
Originally Posted by Bizzaro Root
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- May 2004
- Brittany !
WHen he talks about Phrost and royalties, he acknowledges Phrost as a pioneer, and bullshido.com as a model... Those people are basically trying to follow the same path as you guys... A few years later.
Been trying to talk about Thornton views on aliveness on the french martial arts forum... As we french people say, I might as well have pissed in a violin, my time would have been used more wisely. People began to talk about Ueshiba's sayings... Ugghh
5/12/2005 5:40am, #23
Originally Posted by MrMcFu
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- May 2005
- Detroit (post-apocalyptic urban wasteland)
This is an excerpt from Trevanian's book Shibumi (pg 152). Scene: Two men in the Basque country of the Pyrenees Mountains- one a gruff and ethnocentric Basque, named Le Cagot, and the other a Russian-German aristocrat, named Nicholas Hel. They're talking about a Frenchman whom they both despise and just insulted. I was howling when I finished this passage.
Shibumi was written back in 1979. France doesn't seem to have changed much in the past 26 years, has it?
Le Cagot patted the hostess's bottom and sent her after their food. "I don't think we have made a great friend there, Niko. And he is a man to be feared." Le Cagot laughed, "After all, his father was French and very active in the resistance."
Hel smiled. "Have you ever met one who was not?"
"True. It is astonishing that the Germans managed to hold France with so few divisions, considering that everyone who wasn't draining German resources by the clever maneuver of surrendering en masse and making the Nazis feed them was vigorously and bravely engaged in the Resistance. Is there a village without its Place de la Resistance? But one has to be fair; one has to understand the Gallic notion of resistance. Any hotelier who overcharged a German was in the Resistance. Each whore who gave a German soldier the clap was a freedom fighter. All those who obeyed while viciously withholding their cheerful morning 'bonjours' were heroes of liberty!"
Hel laughed. "You're being a little hard on the French."
"It is history that is hard on them. I mean real history, not the verite a la cinquieme Republique that they teach in their schools. The truth be known, I admire the French more than any other foreigners. In the centuries they have lived beside the Basque, they have absorbed certain virtues- understanding, philosophic insight, a sense of humor- and these have made them the best of the 'others'. But even I am forced to admit that they are a ridiculous people, just as one must confess that the British are bungling, the Italians incompetent, the American neurotic, the Germans romantically savage, the Arabs vicious, the Russians barbaric, and the Dutch make cheese. Take the particular manifestation of French ridiculousness that makes them attempt to combine their myopic devotion to money with the pursuit of phantom 'gloire'. The same people who dilute their burgundy for modest profit willingly spend millions of francs on the atomic contamination of the Pacific Ocean in the hope that they will be thought to be the technological equals of the Americans. They see themselves as the feisty David against the grasping Goliath. Sadly for their image abroad, the rest of the world views their actions as the ludicrous egotism of the amorous ant climbing a cow's leg and assuring her that he will be gentle."