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Let me tell you fellows: I've dabbled in SCARS, SEAL training, Japanese jiu jitsu, Kendo... but really cut my teeth on shirtless Greco Roman wrestling. So I've been around.
It infuriates me to see ad after ad in the latest Black Belt promising things that work "in the street." Oh, okay , Mark Kerr--you KO'd Ranger Stott and now you have a tape set? That's gonna save my keister when I'm attacked by savages in the street?
Paul Vunak, The Dog Bros... go peddle your fraudulent wares elsewhere. I know what it takes to survive in today's urban, hostile environment, and you can, too--through Scientology.
That's right, folks: let's not mince words here. You can practice arm locks and kesa gatames all you want, but if you truly want to dominate a man, Scientology has the tools for you. Before you can dominate your partner's well-cut, writhing body... you need to dominate your own mind, as I did (actually I did both). So if you're at a blue belt level, say, in your art... you can expect to stay there mentally by taking the laymen's path.
Doubt me? Look at John Travolta before & after:
Before Scientology: Stayin' Alive
After Scientology: Pulp Fiction
BTW, Frank Stallone sang the title song, "Stayin' Alive." Because Frank chose archaic Christianity as his path, we never heard from him again. Had he taken the enlightened path, he could have been the next Michael Bolton, for whom I have only adulation and respect.
Consider your own path:
Before Scientology: Blue belt BJJer in some mall in El Paso
After Scientology: Rickson Gracie, but shirtless and with a bushy mustache. A man's man.
Speaking of which, I found the path to true domination concurrently with another new approach for me: rabid ultra-conservatism. It was only after I threw out my Bruce Lee posters and started screaming about big government, capital gains taxes, corporate first amendment rights and Sean Hannity--coupled with my Scientology background--that I saw the light. Now, along with Tom DeLay, I've got a poster of Dick Cheney in a cowboy hat on my wall. I've drawn chaps on him, but that is my preference.
So I'm telling you: put down that Kali stick, take off those grappling gloves, put down that SCARS book on autokinetics... all you have to do to join is agree to a vigorous physical. And join Bob Barr's reelection campaign. That's all.
You can reach me here if you need more information.
It infuriates me to see ad after ad in the latest Black Belt promising things that work "in the street." Oh, okay , Mark Kerr--you KO'd Ranger Stott and now you have a tape set? That's gonna save my keister when I'm attacked by savages in the street?
Paul Vunak, The Dog Bros... go peddle your fraudulent wares elsewhere. I know what it takes to survive in today's urban, hostile environment, and you can, too--through Scientology.
That's right, folks: let's not mince words here. You can practice arm locks and kesa gatames all you want, but if you truly want to dominate a man, Scientology has the tools for you. Before you can dominate your partner's well-cut, writhing body... you need to dominate your own mind, as I did (actually I did both). So if you're at a blue belt level, say, in your art... you can expect to stay there mentally by taking the laymen's path.
Doubt me? Look at John Travolta before & after:
Before Scientology: Stayin' Alive
After Scientology: Pulp Fiction
BTW, Frank Stallone sang the title song, "Stayin' Alive." Because Frank chose archaic Christianity as his path, we never heard from him again. Had he taken the enlightened path, he could have been the next Michael Bolton, for whom I have only adulation and respect.
Consider your own path:
Before Scientology: Blue belt BJJer in some mall in El Paso
After Scientology: Rickson Gracie, but shirtless and with a bushy mustache. A man's man.
Speaking of which, I found the path to true domination concurrently with another new approach for me: rabid ultra-conservatism. It was only after I threw out my Bruce Lee posters and started screaming about big government, capital gains taxes, corporate first amendment rights and Sean Hannity--coupled with my Scientology background--that I saw the light. Now, along with Tom DeLay, I've got a poster of Dick Cheney in a cowboy hat on my wall. I've drawn chaps on him, but that is my preference.
So I'm telling you: put down that Kali stick, take off those grappling gloves, put down that SCARS book on autokinetics... all you have to do to join is agree to a vigorous physical. And join Bob Barr's reelection campaign. That's all.
You can reach me here if you need more information.
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