You know, I think of stupid things sometimes. One of them recently: Who would win in a fight, Kerry or Bush. Sure, Kerry has all the obvious advantages, he's a Vet, Bush has probably never been in a fight in his life, they're both in pretty good shape and you would assume are of comporable size/strength/stamina. But Bush has that Texan stuff about him that might come in handy, and you know he fights dirty (I envision him falling to his knees, clutching his face, screaming "I'm blind! I'm blind!", Kerry, in a fit of liberal empathy, bending over to see if he's alright, and then Bush grabbing his leg and knocking him down or, more likely, just whomping him in the nuts).
Anyway, the problem is, even if Kerry were to defeat Bush, there is still The Rumsfeld. He'll walk the earth for decades seeking revenge, in his quest to avenge his old master. There is no stopping him. His Kung Foo is strong.
Behold, his combat discipline and mixed martial arts expertise.
For instance, the Twin Cobra Fist!
Or Drunken Temple Boxing!
More here!
Good for a bit of levity on an otherwise somber Wednesday.
