The Spear of Justice & Armbar of Morality Newsletter

The Spear of Justice & Armbar of Morality

Newsletter - 2025

The single biggest problem with martial arts being your only marketable skill is that you rarely get to use it... (other than on your training partners, and you probably like those guys.)

This leaves us having imaginary arguments in the shower that end in maximum devastation in front of a crowd of irrationally blood-thirsty women who are suspiciously appreciative of violence and dad-bods.

And yet, I towel off my arthritic body wishing that I could sing!

But, lighting does occasionally strike the same poor fellow twice, despite the probabilities.

Insanely fortunate lottery winners smile upon my TV every day, holding their enormous symbolic checks instead of the way-cooler pile of fake cash that they could be diving into like a freshly-raked pile of leaves.

Enjoy your imaginary trip to the bank... lucky dogs.

But once in a blue moon...

Eeeeeevery now and again...

Someone snatches a purse 50 feet up the street, and prepares to sprint to freedom with only you in their path.

Your eyes meet the perpetrator's, and you look around to confirm that no one is behind you while confusedly pointing a finger towards your own chest.

"Uh... me?"

After all, you've been fooled in the past by hot women waving at their equally hot friends standing just behind you... but THIS TIME... it's finally your chance to waive back without awkwardness.

Tapping into your High School football days, you chop your feet upon the double yellow lines in the middle of the road, and prepare for an open-field tackle.

The thief makes a break up the sidelines... or... side-curb... clutching desperately onto the purse.

So you lower your shoulder... and BOOM. The thief's arms and legs shoot out in front of him in a nonsensical display of video-game physics.

Executing a flawless form tackle, you channel every 'double-leg takdown' YouTube video you've ever watched, hoisting the perpetrator's legs high above your head.

CRUNCH!

His head and upper shoulders crash violently into the curb, getting a much needed dose of street chiropractic.

With the skills you've honed as a 2-Stripe white belt in BJJ, you transition seamlessly into an arm-bar, further subduing a limp body... it's operator hovering in the shadow realm.

People eventually arrive to regain control of the aforementioned purse... and who knows if they even witnessed the glory of your actions amidst their full sprint.

You simply get up and stomp off to whatever the hell you were doing before the universe called upon your hidden skills.

Like a tree-that-fell-on-a-thief in the forest... if no one was there to hear it, it probably wouldn't have made a sound.

The thunderous fall would exist only in your memories... to be replayed forever in your most violent of showers.

Unless the whole thing was caught on CCTV footage.

Then your often unused skill would be immortalized video streaming services, and within The Halls of Fight Smart for eternity.

Legends are born every day... despite the probabilities.

Have a fantastic day.

-Trav

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