Warrior’s Machete

Hey everyone. Just a thank you for engaging the blog. Going to be expanding on this religion issue more very soon. It’s the number one crutch and hypocrisy in the World. Until I participated in conservative activism I never paid direct attention. It just blows me away how most everyone wants to have their cake and eat it, too. They want the World to be a certain way, and yet, they themselves conduct their lives in the exact opposite manner than what it will take to bring it to fruition.

Santa Claus is coming to town and I want to say thanks for generating purchasing activity with the Warrior Wear. If you haven’t been over there yet, check it out. As I said in my original announcement of it, my priority was to get quality stuff, not quantity, and see how sales went from there. If you have any questions you can write the customer service through the link provided or ask me.

AND AS A SPECIAL INCENTIVE, ALL PURCHASES THAT HAVE OCCURRED THUS FAR AND THOSE BETWEEN NOW AND THE HOLIDAYS WILL BE SENT A PERSONALLY-SCRIBED CHRISTMAS CARD FROM ME. YOU CAN CHOOSE TO HAVE YOUR CARD SENT TO WHOEVER YOU WISH. JUST LET CUSTOMER SERVICE AND I KNOW. THANKS.

http://www.ultimatewarrior.com/Pages/WarriorsWorld_mindmarket.html

The Team Warrior America Wear represents something powerful to me and I appreciate your support in seeing the same thing:

“Finally, I’m proud to relaunch Warrior Wear. I’m even more proud to begin with “Series One” of my “Team Warrior America” line. It took me longer than I expected, longer than you can believe, but it took just the perfect amount of time to set it all up to my OWN Warrior standard.

This Team Warrior America logo symbolizes more than just the identity of the positive, inspiring, Superhero sports entertainment persona I created and performed, Ultimate Warrior. It also symbolizes what participating in that unique masculine, physical sport taught me about myself as a man and a human being (my beliefs, my principles, my disciplines), what I experienced and learned about the cultural impact and powerful influence of role-modeling, and how all these life lessons together inspired me to move on to an even more empowering phase of my life searching for, studying and learning all I could about historical real-life heroes and classical mentoring.

Through the books and writings of man’s history and our country’s own — I found the real heroes. The classical mentors who believed in the importance of doing what was great in and with their own lives while also believing in something that was greater and more enduring than even their own mortality.

This Team Warrior America logo is my OWN reflective and humbled tribute to those heroes, The Founders of America, and the respect, reverence and loyalty I have for all the classical principles, beliefs, virtues and human conduct embodied in the intellectual brilliance, physical fortitude and spiritual integrity they so magnanimously illustrated.

Team Warrior America Wear is not for everyone. Sure, the shirts come in different sizes to fit every size of body, but your principles and courage better be large and muscular enough to stand up and defend the statement this logo makes. There are, after all, piecemeal patriots — and, then, there are Warrior Patriots.

Let me be unimaginably clear about this. Even at the funny misfortune of having a lifetime inventory of Team Warrior America Wear only for family and myself, I don’t want the threads of this apparel draped over the bodies of silent, unprincipled wimps who can’t find at least a few traditional DNA molecules in harmony with Thomas Jefferson’s oft-quoted scorn for any degree of oppression on individual liberty: “The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.”

*** Although Team Warrior America is a peacekeeping organization to inspire courageous and prejudiced, yet polite, defense of American Patriotism, all shirts bloodied due to ‘refreshing the tree of liberty’ are replaced free of charge. Two shirt replacement if Islamofascist blood. Place shirt in Ziploc bag and send to ‘Team Warrior America Tree of Liberty Blood Donor.’ Include story of battle fought, Warrior Patriot’s name and address. New shirt to ‘refresh’ ships out immediately.”

Warrior Workout START kits are going to back up by tomorrow morning and ready for purchase, too. Great gift for the fat or out of shape or unhealthy person on your holiday shopping list. Make this the last year you have to be uncomfortable telling your fat relative (or spouse) to move their ass so you can around it.

The START Kit is cheaper than the money you’re eventually going to have to spend on the tents you’ll have to buy for clothes or the cost of replacing broken furniture. And much, much cheaper than the back operation you’ll need after you act a pawbearer at the funeral when your fat relative has that massive, massive heart attack. Not funny? Too bad. That’s the problem with all the other billion dollar exercise programs — they are offered by funny comedians who don’t want you to really “get it” about exercise — they want you to fail, and fail and fail, so you can keep coming back for the “New and Improved” version of their nothingness program for nothing once again.

The START Kit is real. There’s no bs and you get to talk to me and have me tell you to quit feeling sorry for yourself. Now with the relaunch underway, the exercise side of things is really going to take off, but, come on, you can’t write me a 10 page email asking me to help you get your exercise act together, and then expect me to chickenpeck at my computer for 3 months and give you every single piece of exercise knowledge that I’ve EARNED on my OWN — the HARD, INTENSE way — in the 33 years I’ve been banging it out.

OH, that’s right, you’re a real nice guy (or gal). Jeez, I almost forgot. Look, I’m sure you are and if you’ve been coming around Warrior Web for a while, you know I have a huge bleeding heart for people who let themselves go to hell in any way, physically, mentally, spiritually. I mean it, I’m hemorrhaging on the inside for you. I’ll need to eat a mop to clean up the mess inside myself. Ok, I just lied.

Look, the way I figure it, for the money you spend on a piece of Warrior Wear clothing or a START kit or anything else to be sold in the near future, I get .00000000001 cent for every hour of time I’ve spent putting in the creativity and accumulating the knowledge and wisdom I have about exercise, fitness and life. For you, that’s more than a fair trade. For me, well, like I said, this is where my HUGE bleeding heart comes in.

Besides, standing on principles has cost me more than enough already and I have two Warrior daughters who happen to be 99.99% perfect at everything they try (go figure!) and they expect their Daddy to pay for it. Do you know how much it costs for a tutu? No, I don’t mean theirs, I mean the ones my size so I can really show that I am interested in what they do. Man, my wife and I have got to get those Warrior boys happening soon.

Now, how’s that for a sales pitch? Not bad for a self-destructive person, right? Ok, screw it — just buy something this Holiday Season or else. How’s that?

Seriously, the START kit, blunt and strightforward as it is, is a great way to get the lowdown on exercise and START changing your life.

The Body area of the site is going to really pick up in activity and by the first of the year I am going to be offering some Limited opportunities for truly personal training, more along the lines of Life Mentoring, including the potential to travel out to my neck of the woods and spend time training and learning with me.

Gotta run for now. More to come over the weekend.

Thanks again for engaging the blog.

Warrior

I wanted to comment on this even though it’s not frontpage, anymore.

http://www.gazette.com/display.php?id=1326184

Warrior inspiration?

A Haggard castration and crosshanging would do the trick. It would keep me pumped for months.

It’s not enough punishment that this pervert has been ousted. He should be castrated and then nailed to a cross in his own church this next Sunday morning. Anybody who truly believed in a Creator would want this, too.

Still professing to be a deeply devoted religious man — he never, ever was. He’s been a reprobate, degenerate and thief his whole life. Never anything else. Not by his assembly’s illusory standard of Original Sin, anyhow.

Even faced with the facts of the accusations, he kept refining his mea culpa until he could disappear. I mean, you figure a devoted religious man, preaching that every human is sinner, would, once caught in beaucoup bundle of sins, immediately admit his sins and ask for forgiveness and support. Instead he and his wife are going to disappear for a while. How nice. Of course, he can afford to run and hide after years of swindling everyone. He should be indicted at no less a level than Ken Lay and all the other corporate whoredogs.

But, no, he has a letter written and read by others and the sheople get up and applaud it afterwards. What a slap in the face to these people who entrusted him so much; what a slap of self-disrespect they level upon themselves. It’s indecent and they are brainwashed to believe otherwise.

Sure, this is really what God wants. He Creates us as Beings who have free will and the ability to judge. But, “Hey, while you are down there, to show your appreciation and reverence for Me, don’t use it. And whenever someone’s wants to violate the worth of your own Creation, let them. Have fun.” Organized religion is a fraud to weaken people to have them make an excuse out of their lives rather than an example of empowerment.

How funny that James Dobson resigned from the larger committee of perversionists who agreed to counsel Haggard because he said it would take too many years to cure Teddy Boy’s ills and he didn’t have the time to devote. What really should be said, is that there’s not enough time in all the remaining clock of this World’s existence to cure the ills of all those who have devoted their lives to organized religion over the past 20 plus centuries. How can I say such things? God. He’s right here next to me. Go ahead, ask Him.

Hey, Man…get out of there. Look, God, stay out of my Power Bars. You’ve had enough today. I know You supply me with my incredible, unflappable belief and confidence, but You don’t exactly pay any of my bills when You come around here hanging out.

Sorry about that. He gets carried away with all the good tasty food down here when He visits. Those little dry, cracker wafers started out as joke but they didn’t believe He had a sense of humor, so some other guy in a robe (another joke) put them permanently on the menu.

So, go ahead, ask Him. Ask God how it is I can say what I say.

Hello warriors. Comments have been moderated, nothing edited, all put up for the most part. I will answer some of the questions later.

New Full Blown Commentary — link below.

Loads of people have asked why I don’t have a “MySpace” acct. My answer is that it really came down to a matter of mathematics.

The average cranial capacity is 1400cc or 82.3 cm3. 124 million skulls are buried in at MySpace and, they claim, 320,000 new sign up every day. I did try every single bit of a few “Warrior Minutes” to find how to convert cc and cm3 to square foot. (What are “Warrior Minutes” will be in the next lesson when we cover relativity.) Whatever conversion route you take to turn volume into area, it doesn’t change the fact that you end up with a lot of empty space.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/10/28/AR2006102800803_pf.html

News Corp paid $580 million in 2005 for MySpace. Rupert Murdoch paid $44 million for a living space in NY; the most ever paid for a piece of real estate in downtown NY. MySpace cost $4.68 per skull. Rupert’s pad cost $5,525 per sq./ft.

A few suppositions.

One, the per/skull price is a little on the high side. Of course, here is the old man who green lighted OJ’s book and scheduled a primetime program to promote it.

Two, the spacious, empty interior of too many individual minds in this country is precisely what Murdoch and his ilk laugh at, mock, and depend on to have the wealth it takes to make this incredulous kind of purchase.

Three, one day this “group mentality” and all its collective empty space, bought so cheaply, is going to cost this country it’s most dire, unparalleled and potentially irreparable expense.

For teenagers today, slaving over your online profile is creativity. Thinking for yourself and self-determination in choice and commitment is not hip. Attention is given no longer than the time it takes the secondhand on a watch to go to the next second. “Ennui sets in,” these great inspirators of our future claim.

They’re offended and surprised internet anonymity breeds creeps with creepy behavior, yet shocked and annoyed anyone who really loves and cares about them invades their privacy to insure they are safe from the creeps with creepy behavior.

The last forty years of experimenting with the forced instillation of self-esteem, without having to earn it, has worked so well, fickle, indecisive, disheveled kids, who quit tying their shoes because they never learned how, have the audacity to tell the rest of us what is “pointless.” What they spend their entitlement trust funds (once called allowance and you had to earn it) on subsidizes an entire market of twenty-something, six-figure salary “analysts” who tell us, just as audaciously, “[These young kids] aren’t loyal.”

One kid, probably smacked around a few times by conservative parents so that he’d at least be disciplined enough to sit down and eat dinner with his family and engage small talk and discuss ideas, doesn’t buy into the MySpace hype. He says he is “going to wait till the craze dies.”

“Over time,” he says, “people are going to get sick of talking to people on the computer. I just think people will want to spend more time with each other — without the wall of technology.”

And what, be left without their 300 friends!? Maybe this kid is right. But to get sick of it they will first have to overcome their sickness of being hooked on it.

Warrior at MySpace? No thanks. My goal is to fill the space between my ears with knowledge, not incoherent gang-jargon and close-up webcam footage of those who could use a good dermatologist to work on their skin.

Then again, what do I know? Hogan pimps his kids over there; and Lex Luger, with a Buddhist monk’s haircut, holds confessionals in his Dad’s piano shop and, then, repents by lifting them up and down.

Hey, what can I tell you, I can only be famous in so many places at one time.

http://www.ultimatewarrior.com/Pages/WarriorMind_lateFBcomm.html