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    Day 1 Log

    I was browsing some of my favorite tactical sites and found this matted black heavy duty notepad designed for Special Operation Units fighting pirates off the coast of Somalia. It’s waterproof, knifeproof and probably bulletproof (probably, need to test that). Therefore, I figured I’d start a journal to justify the purchase ($800, but worth it!). I am planning to leave the house today, which is always an ordeal, as I have gear up. You don’t know what awaits you on the streets, the homeless, criminals and illegal immigrants are all over the place (Thanks Obama!) but I do what I need to keep myself safe. I start off with my 511 tactical pants (had to pay extra for that 42” waist, greedy bastards!), from there, there is my pocket stick (not lethal force multiplier!), karambit folder (w/ wave function!) and off hand fixed knife blade (what if my right arm is disabled?!), Surefire Tactical Flashlight with Strobe feature (paid extra for that!). Then obviously I need my neck knife and boot knife. I look at my glock but I have to leave it behind, New York is a “May-Issue State” and “self-defense” is not a valid reason apparently. Read the constitution Obama! I am working on re-submitting my application. :Sigh: hopefully, I won’t end up in a firefight today, even if so, I’ll just disarm one of my attackers and use their firearm. I’ve been practicing my pistol disarms from a Krav Maga book I got off Amazon in the mirror, I should be good. I am looking forward to writing down my thoughts in this tactical log, but for now off to Burger King, there is a Double Whopper with Heavy Mayo waiting for me.

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    No ballistic t-shirt? You must feel near naked.

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    You missed out tactical bracelets. Ideally three per wrist. The more you have the more 'SF' you were in your previous job that you can't mention.

    I'm digging the 5.11 trousers but don't forget footwear. I tend to go for $200+ Salamons, one colour. I usually have two pairs, one Gore-Tex and one without. This may seem excessively expensive but you don't know what environment you may be working in, or wether you'll be airborne, vehicle mounted or travelling on foot. Also those waiting times in the que at Burger King can get pretty long.
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    Ne Obliviscaris

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    Quote Originally Posted by Kovacs View Post
    You missed out tactical bracelets. Ideally three per wrist. The more you have the more 'SF' you were in your previous job that you can't mention.

    I'm digging the 5.11 trousers but don't forget footwear. I tend to go for $200+ Salamons, one colour. I usually have two pairs, one Gore-Tex and one without. This may seem excessively expensive but you don't know what environment you may be working in, or wether you'll be airborne, vehicle mounted or travelling on foot. Also those waiting times in the que at Burger King can get pretty long.
    Don't forget your Kevlar boot laces...
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    Plasma = Ming Loyalist ?
    Falling for Judo since 1980

    "You are wrong. Why? Because you move like a pregnant yak and talk like a spazzing 'I train UFC' noob." -DCS

    "The best part of getting you worked up is your backpack full of irony and lies." -It Is Fake

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    Make sure to add some Kuba Kicks (I would've called it a shubaton but I'm not in charge) to your shoes, to add some extra street power to your tappy top-of-the-foot kicks.


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    Day 3 Log

    Woke up this morning, put on my 511 tactical pants, SWAT button down with hidden pocket, Doc Martens with my normal assortment of weapons, but this morning I pay extra attention to my Karambit. I am very excited as I noticed last night on Facebook, there is going to be a Karambit seminar at the local Silat school. I have spent countless hours in front my mirror working the Karambit’s wave function for a quick draw situation where I need my blade, I am basically an expert at this point. I love to pick the brain of a fellow Master of the Blade. I clip it to the side of my pocket as I go to work. My normal route involves driving to the train station and using the train to go into my job, which I am well aware of the dangers!. When I parked at the train station, I glanced over at my passenger side seat, it hasn’t been used in a long while, but it’s the perfect spot to store my larger fixed blade, in case of carjacking. This is always the most dangerous part of the day, as the train station is home to many homeless and panhandler alike! It takes me 20 minutes to walk from my car to the platform, due to my size I am allowed to park in the handicapped spaces. I use this advantage to minimize my time outside. The entire time my hand is on my karambit, waiting, almost hoping for the attack. It does not come today, but my constant vigilance is exhausting and I need to sit once I get on the train. This is the part where I get dirty looks as I take 2 seats (not my fault the seats are so small- thin privilege). Luckily, my office building is connected to the train station so it only requires 10 minutes of vigilance before I am in the relative safety of the elevator, again I am exhausted. After reaching the 3rd floor, and see the familiar sign “Help Desk” I take my seat and allow myself to relax, as I am safe for the next 8 hours, with the exception of a workplace shooting. In that event my coworkers will be safe with a Blade Master sitting nearby.
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    Day 4 Log

    I’m really excited today because after I am done fixing people’s computers, I get to live my true passion, and go to a Karambit seminar. I made the mistake of informing my coworkers of my later plans and they been making Karate sounds all day as they enter the room. A few times, I got up to teach some lessons in respect and each time they leave the room before I was able to stand, cowards. Next time I think I’ll just use the wheels on my chair and flick out my karambit while I am rolling towards them. I’ll make sure I don’t cut them too bad, just enough to make sure they understand their mistake. Luckily I have master’s level control on my blade.

    When I get to the seminar I feel like I am at home. Everyone is wearing 511s or BDUs and twirling around the training karambits that came with the seminar fee. I am the largest person in the room, but not by too much. No steroided up MMA freaks that use speed and power over technique and realism. After I get my training karambit I get into my fight stance and start with my warm up movements, cutting the air with the speed and precision of a master, I know I am impressing everyone around me with the power of my technique. Sweat beads on my forehead as I exert raw power. I think it might of been too much for the instructor because he asked me “You ok big guy? Why don’t you save it for the seminar.” Obviously, he was afraid I was going to show him up. However, stopping so suddenly and controlling my power exhausted me, so I sat down until the seminar started.

    We started with some basic knife trapping, however everyone paired up before I was able to stand back up and walk back to the mat. But I see that was by design as the instructor came up to work with me. Obviously, he choose me because I am the only one here at his level. However, it became quickly evident that I am well beyond his level. Every time his arm comes up to parry I just change my angle and cut his arm or stab into his face. He gets quickly frustrated with his inadequacy and tells me I am doing the drill incorrectly. I reply “There are no rules on the street!” The instructor obviously defeated went off to correct other lesser knife fighters and I head back to my chair, showing up the instructor has exhausted me. I figured I’ll get up once I see something I want to work on, however the movements are so basic, well below my level. Then the instructor had the audacity to ask me if I was still tired and whether I need further rest. THAT WAS IT! I informed him I was sitting because the technique he was teaching was so basic it wasn’t worth my time. The instructor was taken back by this and asked me to demonstrate. They were doing some silly technique that has them sidestepping a thrusting attack. It was silly, so I showed a better technique when I simply cut their hand as they thrust in. “Where is your footwork?” He asked. How dare he question my technique. I told him footwork isn’t necessary when you can intercept the blade and the blade is faster than the feet. “Maybe if you are 400 pounds it is.” He replied. Everyone laughed. That was it, I challenged him to a match, karambit vs karambit.

    The match did not go the way I had expected. I started with bit of trickery faking low and coming high, however, by the time I went high, the instructor moved behind me and slashed me across my back with the training blade. He laughed, and said “that’s called footwork!” I was pissed, so I decided to go to the big guns, I pulled out my tactical flashlight, and shined it into his eyes and slash with my other hand. The blinding effect of the flashlight didn’t seem to phase him and he covered my knife hand and slashed across my neck. At this point I wanted to counter however, it felt like my limbs were under water, I was so tired. I dropped to one knee tried to get my breath under control. The instructor said “If you are this tried from 30 seconds of sparring, maybe you should look into a change in your diet and exercise routine or may be time to visit a doctor.” Whatever, I bet he’s on steroids.

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