Silat Concepts

You should have let sleeping dogs lie. They might be wolves.

Something very unpleasant popped up in one of my comments section, and I traced the IP back out to the owner. Of course, the handle "Kifight" should have alerted me right out the gate, but it's been so long since I've had to think down to that level, it took a minute to sink in. When I saw Mushtaq Ali had also blocked you on youtube, the whole thing came together.

Now I get it! It's You! Why, after all this time, Concepts Boy deems me worthy to contact all over again! Hey, sorry to hear you were chucked out of yet ANOTHER organization...Wait, what am I saying? I couldn't give a rat's hairy ass WHAT happens to you, as long as it involves a cement truck.

So, still upset huh? Well, with good reason I expect. Not a whole lot of market for your shit these days, and with your so-called "Teacher's" credentials being called into question, I can only imagine the anticlimax you must be to Paladin Press these days. Of course, I don't have any insight into your stunted cerebral cavity (I'd probably stick a loaded gun in my mouth if I did, to be honest) but I can't imagine you're covering the bills after your sudden drop in students.

You should be more concerned with linking the lines of your uncontrolled mental insanity instead of any kung fu you think you know. You don't have an "Ultimate" or "Extreme" ANYTHING, and the only martial art you're going "Beyond" is the one in your own mind.

You are a not-funny joke to everyone who has known you, and your "Serak Certificate" is the punchline at every Silat gathering from here to Bali. I swear to God, some days when the guys are over for a beer and we don't know what to throw in for background entertainment, I can always count on your bootlegged videos to inspire a laugh or ten. Of course, that's usually AFTER we've had a few beers in the first place. No one can watch that shit sober.

Now, I would have thought, after all this time, you would have had the common sense to go your way and let me go mine. Out of respect for...Myself I guess, I didn't say anything else about you publicly, although Christ knows I've collapsed laughing half a dozen times at my local Barnes and Noble after reading what one can only charitably call your "articles" in the recent issue Martial Nonsense for Retards magazine. Yet, with your busy schedule of adultery, lying, posturing and conning suckers out of their money, you somehow found the time to post about ME! I cannot help to be touched. So much so, in fact, I want to extend my personal felicitations to you as well.

So just to insure that you don't misunderstand me, I'm going to use language that even a savagely gored rodeo clown could understand:

I wasn't afraid of you then.

I'm not afraid of you now.

You have yet to produce a shred of evidence that you have even a modicum of skill in Pencak Silat, (let me know if I'm using words too big for you to understand) and your posturing blather does not impress me. Ass-monkeys in Indonesia make more noise than you. You'll have to take my word for it since you've never been to Indonesia. Or trained Silat.

I only apologized several years ago because Chris Petrilli MADE me, and at the time I didn't want to leave his organization.

And you know what?

...Your videos STILL look like the Marx Brothers filmed them. Fucking clown shoes, man. You should have that little Chiquita you left your wife and son for just make the jump to mainstream porn.

At least that way everyone could stomach watching your fecal videos.