Politics is like boxing: wherever the head goes,...the body follows.
Showing posts with label boxing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boxing. Show all posts
Friday, February 5, 2021
Sunday, January 24, 2021
Back To Normal: Conor McGregor Got His Ass Whooped (By A White Guy)
It's bizarre, a blog called "The Macho Response" doesn't cover more UFC, or sports and violence in general, just as a thing, but - call somebody "Con Artist McLoser" - and now, you're in my wheelhouse.
Even I'm baffled by it.
Sunday, August 9, 2020
Ali's Name Was "Coward" When It Mattered
Ever since I discovered Muhammad Ali betrayed Malcolm X - the man who gave him his identity - so Elijah Muhammad could impregnate little girls, Ali's displays of pride don't impress anymore. He's just another cultist, who lorded his power over - not only an innocent man - but, probably, the best black man America's ever produced. And he did it just because he could.
I no longer see anything, in Muhammad Ali, to be proud of.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Friday, February 7, 2014
Racism Vs. Bipolar Disorder: Which Sickness Will Win?
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
I know - it's got to be some crazy kind of WWF stuff - but still, that's doing it right:
Now compare the degree of knowledge you've been receiving "up in here," TMR readers, with our friends at Legal Insurrection:
The leaders of conservatism, or the blogosphere - which is even worse. There is no one reading this, if they've been with TMR a while, who can or will say that.
Because TMR adds actual value to your lives,…
Thursday, January 30, 2014
George Zimmerman To Box Black Person Ready To Kill
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
There's A Reason (Brains Will Beat Brawn Every Time)
He sought out a voodoo priest who turned out to be a fraud, ‘I knew that guy had nothing,’ he recalls.
And he followed the instructions of a Santeria priest – going to the courthouse one night with a pigeon and an egg which he dropped on the ground as the bird was release and he yelled. ‘We’re free!’
He almost believed it would work. Because he felt invincible. ‘In my mind,’ he says, ‘I had no peers. I was the youngest heavyweight champion in the history of boxing. I was a titan, the reincarnation of Alexander the Great.’
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Of Mice And Men And Fights To Win (A Long Time Ago)
Not exactly the world's biggest Rachel Maddow fan. But right now I'm listening to everybody, trying to gauge where we are, and the Left seems to be seeing what I do - madness has gripped the Right and they don't recognize it. Conservatives seem pretty proud to be rubbing shoulders with racial resentments, and religious fruitcakes, while losing one battle after another, each to be worn like a badge of honor.
Just a big ol' pile of nothin'.
Just a big ol' pile of nothin'.
You know, this blog used to catch shit for it's name - specifically the word "macho" - because, at the time, any guy willing to stick his chest out and say "no more" to the NewAge feminist bullshit was seen, not as forward thinking, but pretty pig-headed. But I stuck with it anyway, since I grew up around some of the baddest motherfuckers the Earth has ever seen, and Pastel World's caricature of their lives couldn't put a dent in my mine.
I bring it up because this fake "macho" posturing, among folks who couldn't burst a grape in a fruit fight, can be pretty damaging. You know what I mean - the guys who got picked on in school, trying to get revenge as adults, etc.. They're just assholes who need their asses kicked - again - but, of course, they're all armed to the teeth now (OMG - black teens!) so, for the most part, we're stuck watching them destroy themselves. And destroy themselves they will. Because they never knew how to fight in the first place. It's all talk, just as before.
I've got all kinds of battles in my background. I can still remember getting knocked down - in elementary school - and desperately trying to protect my head as a gang kicked me in every place possible. I fought 5 guys one time, totally stick-and-move, until someone came up behind me with a paint roller (like you'd use to cover walls) and planted it firmly in the back of my neck. There was a 300 lb. white guy in the Navy, after I was already injured, who used his girth to corner me before beating me into submission. And the Mexican who beat me silly, boxing, demonstrating the difference between "the sweet science" and street fighting.
But you know what never happened? No one ever lost respect for me for losing. The leader of that elementary school gang? Somehow, he and I ended up serving together for a while in the Navy, and to my surprise he'd threaten anyone who so much as looked at me cross-eyed, like he was repaying a debt. Those 5 guys (with the paint roller) unfortunately they're all dead now, but they became my good friends, too. The 300 lb. white guy, once he realized I was fighting him injured, actually picked me up and carried me to medical care. And that Mexican boxer eventually taught me everything I was doing wrong, happily, because - like all the others - he saw that what I lacked in skills, I made up with heart.
Nothing like that just happened with Ted Cruz & Co.. Instead of actually fighting, Cruz pushed Boehner towards Obama to say "Knock this chip off my shoulder," and when the president did, they cried he wouldn't let them win. Big whoop. Big Man. Just pathetic. The only one we can look up to is Boehner because he's always been the only one with anything on the line. The rest are just instigators, scattering now to brag about how they put Obama on the spot, when no such thing happened. They just lost, and the Republican Party paid the price for it.
Doesn't matter what Cruz says - or what he thinks of himself:
To my eyes, there was absolutely no honor in any of it,...
To my eyes, there was absolutely no honor in any of it,...
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Real White Guys: Not Enough Left To Change Anything
I think Branch Rickey was the last white guy who thought like this:
There was that old guy who trained Mike Tyson, too, but they're pretty few and far between,...
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Thursday, September 19, 2013
Monday, July 22, 2013
Nobody Move Nobody Get Hurt: What's The Fun In That?
A funny thing happened over at Lem's Comment Home this weekend:
As soon as Lemmy curiously declared he'd prefer for those angry at Meadehouse not to diss them (which forced me to bow-out, on free speech grounds, right after I'd told you guys to take a look) Ann Althouse's "second" husband, Meade, showed up at Lem's in a mood to fight, taking on all comers.
Now, Lem's a nice guy - a sweetheart even - so this was seen by the Comment Home community as Meade, maybe a little tipsy, showing up to take a shit on his protege's new property.
So that gave me an idea:
Have you ever been at a house party, where two guys were so determined to go at it, everyone just said, "Fuck it" and moved the furniture out of the way for them?
Well, why not host online smokers, here?
Like we used to do in the Navy?
I mean, I love a good fight - watching or participating - so it's not like it's going to fuck up the ambiance or anything.
But there'd be one caveat:
This would be an actual contest - online - so there's a 1-3 point system and hard rules.
For instance, though given a wide berth, participants would have to deal with FACTS when presented - lying, or a denial of something everybody's seen happen, that could easily be proven by, say, looking at Google (or Meadehouse's old comments threads) will lose points, BIG TIME.
This wouldn't be like the Althouse, where a commenter could be right and Ann and Meade would just stand by and let the group pummel them into leaving, or submission to the preferred lie.
No - at TMR you'll have to come correct - and, if proven wrong, accept it.
(As I wrote that last sentence, I got a voice in my head that said Meade will never accept such rules because, as I said, he and the lawyer never showed much allegiance to truth, which, in a weird way, is their online strength. Personally, I think he ought to accept a challenge just to prove that idea wrong, but that's just me.)
And there's one more thing:
Since I'm hosting - and have the biggest bug up my ass for honesty - I'm The Ref.
I think, using facts as our guide, I can be fair even to those who don't always share my outlook.
Anyway, Meade, Ann, Trooper, EBL's Cow, Pallaidian, Ritmo, Darcy, Deborah, Synova, Inga, even - everybody - what do y'all say?
Let me know and, once we have two contenders, I'll get a ring set up and hang the bunting,...
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Even I Get In The Mood For Just Horsing Around
Evander Holyfield To Box Horse For Heavyweight Title
Evander Holyfield, boxing with a horse? A man caught on camera having sex with a horse? Can't you stupid people leave the little horsies alone?
Don't you know they were made to run free?
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