Sunday, 17 January 2010
Wushu. When the enemy's pain is not enough.
Hello peepos. how's life treating you and such and such and yet more blah. MIPOE here. You all may know wushu. Wushu. NOT WOOSHOOOO!.
Wushu is the art of inflicting pain on yourself before the opponent does. and so you get the first blood bonus... oh wait. Wrong subject. You inflict pain on yourself in a variety of ways, mostly involving your groin. You jump, do a split in mid-air and fall down in that position. Ouch. You smash your foot onto your hand and get a SMACK!. Ouch. And you also smash your face into a book.. oh... Wrong time. Wushu is partially retarded to the audience. Maybe not, but yeah. It's retarded to those with a sense of art, those WITHOUT a sense of art, male, female, OM, and in between.
Men have GUNS for god's sake. what the heck do you need martial arts for? in a war of martial art vs. modern arts, modern arts wins. Landslide victory. Literally. And even better, by the time ONE manoeuvre (YES. that's the correct spelling) is completed, I'd have somewhere between 10 to 50 (no, no VULGARITIES.) bullets somewhere in his gut, and various other places to gory to mention.
So now we have a HEADSHOT. sure, wushu may feel cool to you, but please, PLEASE, spare a thought for the poor audience's eyes. the silence screams :" AAARGH! MY EYES!!" So if it gives you a sense of self achievement, or anything like that that you might want to feel again, DO IT IN A ROOM WITH NO WINDOWS AND A METAL DOOR.(Borat?) MIPOE is feeling an obscure Kuzco reference coming up. Soon.
Oh dear. anyway, we have the completely "professional" wushu "exponents " act on stage. the last words of the MIPOE today? "Me no likey."
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