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The simple towel has got to be considered as one of the deadliest weapons in the martial arts. This weapon should be outlawed…it is that deadly. The deepest, darkest prison is where anybody caught with a towel should be thrown!

It is common knowledge that a towel moves at a fantastic speed. The end of a towel can move at faster than one hundred miles an hour when flicked by the capable hand. Split skin and huge welts are the result of the speeding tip of a towel!

There is one trick that make a towel even more deadly. By dipping the end of the towel into water one can cause even greater pain, and inflict even more damage! A towel tip dipped into water, you must understand, is going to have more weight, and more integrity when striking.

Another thing to consider, when considering the towel, is that it is easily hidden. In fact, it is hidden in plain sight! Who, on earth, is scared of a simple towel draped around the waist, eh?

One should consider that the times one wears is a towel are the times that one is most easily attacked. After all, you have no apparent means of defending yourself! People simply dont want to attack somebody who is holding some sort of martial arts weapon.

If you have just been for a swim, or popped out of the shower, that is the time when you are most unarmed, and nobody is going to be scared of you. Being unarmed is the time when muggers are going to most eager to seek you out. That is the time when the big, bad mugger is going to want to attack you!

When attacked wearing a towel, however, you wont need to scream in fear and search frantically for a weapon. All you have to do is let the towel drop to the floor, which (it is hoped) will give your attacker a shock of the severe kind. Then, you dance the dance and flick the flick., and the mugger will shortly be running for cover!

You think this article is a joke? Consider that Miyamoto Musashi, the greatest swordsman that ever lived, was once accosted in a bathhouse by a dozen sword wielding attackers. Using only his towel, and his, uh, natural talents, he chased the swordsmen from the bathhouse and down the street!

[I:http://www.pajmon.info/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/AlCase7.jpg] There are three specific definitions for the word crazy. One definition is mentally unbalanced. If I knew anybody that was mentally balanced I would have them explain this to me.

Another definition in the dictionary is…immoderately fond of something. I have been immoderately fond of the martial arts since Noah went skinny dipping. Don’t tell anybody, but I actually went to karate class on the night of my wedding!

The third definition is…extremely impractical. Try telling that to the fellow who signs my paychecks! Or, if you want to get a little tragic, just look at our government.

So what the heck is crazy? Obviously, we could have a crazy discussion concerning this. So let me give you a few examples and hone in on what, beyond the fancy words, it really is.

Crazy is standing around talking about dismembering another person. What well balanced, normal person would ever want to do that? Why, nobody would, especially a guy taking a karate class, would..uh, never mind.

Crazy is the motorcycle maniac who practiced the martial arts and who told me the purpose of a single finger strike to the eye is not merely to pop the eyeball but, by inserting the finger correctly, to angle the finger and pop out the eyeball. He said one is then supposed to chase the rolling eyeball across the floor and step on it in full view of the victim. I didn’t bother to ask him how a person without an eyeball could be considered to have a full view of things.

Crazy are those great movies where the hero decides to kill himself by delivering a karate strike to his own body. I mean, I understand committing suicide, as done by a failed samurai, but hitting yourself? This guy has clearly expanded upon the concept of getting up on the wrong side of the bed.

But my favorite example of crazy is the fellow who visited one of my classes. Afterwards he came up to me and said some nice things to me, but then said he knew something that was a little better than what I was teaching. I asked him what was better, expecting him to pull out a toy pistol…this was some time ago, now they pull out real pistols!

The fellow dropped down to his hands and knees and started barking like a rabid dog. Getting to his feet, the fellow told me that when he did that people thought he was crazy and didn’t mess with him. Now that I think about it, that’s about the sanest thing I ever heard!