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Ruphus
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Got beaten up today.
With all the attacks against my dogs ( with poisoning twice ) I had the alarm beel ringing, when a kid told me in the street like: "Quick your dogs are eating sheets that kid just has thrown into your yard."
Now in this indifferent ancient language "sheet" and "leaf" are the same, so I pictured some poison plant and ran after the kid.
As it wouldn´t respond to me calling ( as rather common here) I grabed it at the ellbow and asked what and why it had thrown into my yard.
Out of the car came his bull-necked father and tried shoving me away, which I let simply bounce off and shoved him to the site to keep talking to the kid. The guy though started beating, which made him receive a full punch between the eyes.
Neighbours coming from behind stepped on my oversized platik slippers that I use for in-yard, which made me stumble, then fall over the curbstone that are kept almost knee high here, and next I found myself on the knees with the guy now releasing all he had of kick and punch work.
I am glad to say that reflexes and automatic moves ( chi sao) are still functioning well enough for to have kept me completely free of harm except of small scratches on fists and knees, however this day seems to have marked a physical turn around in my life.
It has been decades ago since I found myself in an inferiour position in such a situation, and the fact that they guy had about twice my weight would had made no big difference until a while ago.
However that while seems to have been good enough for a new physcial state of being.
Probably accurately expressed by an old man who had come by to pull the guy away. Shouting at him like: "Aren´t you ashamed to attack an old man! What the hell is up with this messed up youth that you don´t know the most basic rules anymore!?"
Obviously it ain´t just my beard that has turned white since years now, but it may be time for me to accept that with over 50 all the young being in the heart can´t distract from the fact of getting old.
The question only remains of how.
How can someone understand to be an old man when grown up with rock´n roll?
Truth is that I have developed that habit of mocking about aging, because actuallly just not feeling old.
Except of the status of experience there really is no fundamental difference between yours truely and his mind from ~ 1980.
Guess I shall be able to learn that 30 year old warriors are not of my collar size anymore ( though, darn, am I ever since having difficulties with taking misuse of power ), but what to do with that youngster in my head?
Maybe put on Beethoven to feel with my passed away old man?
Really don´t know how to match.
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I recall dealing with that kind of question long ago once, when I wrote a short story about a guy falling in a time travelled day dream where the wrinkled lady that hosts him over weekend in her boardinghouse becomes his beautiful mate of her youth. It was supposed to teach the protagonist respect for the lapsed, but I never figured out whether elderly could be finding sexy any wrinkled bodies.
Probably only with lots of genuine love. (?)
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Anyway, guess to be ripe for training my butt now so that it can take kicks in the new section of life.
But hey, I wouldn´t have wanted to be born any later.
That glooming hope of the seventies, and the uniqueness of fantastic music creation just roaring down: So definitly worth to have wittnessed that one of a kind era of culture.
Just great those crisp lads from me.
Ruphus
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Date Feb. 4 2013 16:30:30
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Ruphus
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RE: :O( Old Man Degrading (in reply to Ruphus)
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Hey guys,
Thank your for your sympathetic reception!
The reconstruction revealed that I have perfomred way better than feeling about it in my hurt ego ( turned they guy´s wrestlin attack into his lying at my knees, with his schock grabbed and had just started knocking at his front door when his wife pushed me from behind, turning things around ).
Kind of sweeping up my crumbs a bit, though nothing to lessen the disgrace, but me is taking the dishonor much better than last time over 30 years ago ( that I recall). Also neighbours, considering their behaviour today, must have noticed some of the voodoo, though untrained eyes usually won´t see much.
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You are correct, Deniz! Also friends are worried, but especially my best friend is really anxcious, as he knows me as incapable of keeping shut and accepting.
But I have been skinned of the very vast of my estate and just can´t take the crap anymore. Just can´t leave without having at least seriously tried to cause some discomfort to some scum.
All this low-life these days that commits its crimes untouched and grinning. Call me crazy, but standards are unduly to say the least.
Met the little old man in the street again today ( me once more with those slippers on, besides; gotta really change habit around house). What a character! ( Saying: "These dumbs don´t get that they have no right to throw their flier waste into people´s yards. Too bad that hulk didn´t react to my shoutings. Had he done so I would had sued the sh!t out of him for at least two years until all his hair dropped, and then enjoyed his paid damages".)
More of his kind around, and the unspeakbale conditions certainly would not be.
But this inspired personality will not be around for all too long, leaving behind not even a shadow.
Ruphus
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Date Feb. 5 2013 14:00:01
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BarkellWH
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RE: :O( Old Man Degrading (in reply to Ruphus)
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Ruphus,
Every once in a while I find that Deniz and I agree on something, and I certainly agree with Deniz's suggestion that you move. The place where you are living sounds awful. The way they treat animals, humans, and the vengeful aggression that targeted you. I'm sure they treat women just as badly. I have been in places like that during my lifetime, and I can pretty much guess where you are, although I don't want to mention any particular place because I don't want to put you in jeopardy, and I don't want to potentially ruffle feathers on the Foro. My advice is make a plan, choose another place to live, and get out of that hell-hole.
Cheers,
Bill
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And the end of the fight is a tombstone white,
With the name of the late deceased,
And the epitaph drear, "A fool lies here,
Who tried to hustle the East."
--Rudyard Kipling
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Date Feb. 5 2013 14:43:12
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Ruphus
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RE: :O( Old Man Degrading (in reply to Ruphus)
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Hey Bill,
I truly appreciate your advice and the well-meaning behind it.
But I just can´t leave like that.
You know, I had my moderate share of shabby behaviour and opportunistic strategies in the first decades already ( like say, when covering the return trip for 3 lost Germans from LA to NY, whose leading head, brought to America as chief of a crew of German workers to renovate my brother´s places in US, be treated generously as it gets and rewarded royally, recovered 15 years later by me, only to swear that none of the three could remember how I spent on thier flight tickets ), and I have much more expensively been patently screwed over by major companies, managed landlords etc. only to see how corruption up into the German judicacy works ... Experiencing what being at mercy means.
Enough that you would feel wanting to jump against the wall with head first.
... But you would calm down again after a while, trying to look forward, and finally with good hope in the back of your head.
Then, around the passing away of my old lady, an abyss gradually opened before my feet until it revealed to be a canyon to intact inner eyes. A canyon of most unbelievable misuse of trust and casual offencing of humane basics.
And the offenders after a couple of phoney steps of condolence would dance away light-hearted to continue their lives as just decent people who meet each other as distinguished folks, nipping their cups of tea with each other while solidarizing oh so integerly against certain nuts out there, like me.
And when I sued, they, stuffed with my money and so much better up than me, consulted a hadji to bribe him with an amount far out of my options. The court then out of the blue closed the case, claiming that I had been informed per registered post ( that never occured) and left the thieves quietly grin behind a law that allows no revision. ( Found out about the ways of closing just recently, years later. For you are not even allowed to examine the files.)
Sorry, for being so lengthy about the moral of it.
Felt I need some onset to make clear why I can´t shrug off one more time.
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Secondly, there is the pecuniary part of it. The curreny is seeing severe inflation since decades, that is now in the hundreds of %, and there is a devalueing on exchange of down to 1/4. If I sold my house and took the remains abroad, the resulting budget wouldn´t be enough to live and too much to die.
I would have to take a job in a dental lab or something for small change, and it would frustrate me to no ends.
Seems I am just bound to hold on for at least 2 years or so.
At a risk, I know.
Specially with all the cackling that I can´t resist to.
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Hi Morante,
Thank you for the nice words!
Similar to your ways I have regretted pretty all injuries caused. In unpredictable random moments damaged eyes, broken bones and teeth will pop up before the inner eye and give me bad moments, though none have ever been provoked by me.
I was offered jobs as body guard and debt collector in the nineties and turned them down, though the first could had meant interesting international moves.
But despite professional levels and greatest fascination about actual systematics of arts like WT or Escrima, I kept considering physcial conflicts as shaming certificate past historical Middle Age.
( Originally, I started out seeking disciplining / calming down for myself in Seido Karate [ if any New Yorker here knows Tadashi Nakamura ... I keep best memories of this amicable and impressive personality in my heart.])
Interest into finding out the physically most practical application emerged yet later on the way through styles.
I think the contradiction between fighting / defending talent and actually peaceful character occures every other time.
Aside of some mates of such kind, my most prominent example would be Champion Jack Dupree.
I had ened up in his home spontaneously in a bar night, and he was so dear and peaceful that I in my stupid late twens couldn´t believe his boxing merrits and let him know my doubts in an overweening silly way.
It was years later, when I read about his incredible vita and career; and it touched me to tears, making so darn regret my moron behavour before this man who would had deserved all the respect in this world and an extra portion on top for his dearest humbleness.
From what I saw in Hanover CJD undeservedly and to the contrary of his fantastic career lived a materially impropriate plain life.
The news of his death in the papers years afterwards was such a downer to me, and realizing that therfe woul be no chance anymore to apologize for my stupid behaviour and make good with honoring his achievements as boxer and musician.
Fighting talent is spread among the reluctant too.
CJD for instance certainly was all but a brute.
Never fond of boxing, another sportsman I always adored though is Sven Ottke, who was not only outstanding in his technique, stamina and career, but would just not be aggressive no matter what. ( Also very sympathtic personal encounter in Cologne.)
Just saying.
Ruphus
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