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[I:http://testblog2.kathypop.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/AlCase7.gif]Didn\’t know that Johnny Cash could fix Martial Arts systems, did you? Well, actually, his advice is for fixing cars, sort of, but it translates directly to the fighting disciplines. And it is sound advice indeed.

Johnny sang a song almost forty years ago called \’One Piece at a Time.\’ In the lyrics he has a factory worker, who will never be able to buy a Cadillac, sneak one off the assembly line \’one piece at a time.\’ Unfortunately, the bits of auto were smuggled out over a 20 year time span, and the assembled vehicle was quite the mess.

1956 hub caps over 1969 tires. 1958 tail lights with a 1971 rear end. The thing was a mess beyond proportion and propelled by rediculosity, and that brings us to the martial arts.

That cross grip flip throw you learned in Taekwondo, it\’s actually a Japanese technique built for Samurais. That pressure point for bringing \’em to their knees, it\’s actually taught better in Tai Chi Chuan classes because…uh, well, because. And that combination you just learned at Shotokan freestyle class, it looked better in Ed Parker Chinese Kenpo Karate.

You see, every system in existence, all of them, are cobbled together out of the bits and pieces of different countries, different religions, different mindsets. The forms and patterns are really frankenstein miscalculations. The techniques are a hodge podge put together out of whatever came to hand.

Look, I\’m not speaking ill of the thing, on the contrary, I think that people did a fantastic job. Unfortunately, no matter how sterling the basic concepts in one\’s style, they are a mixture of many metals, prone to come apart at the worst time. And the real concepts have been dimmed, transformed, made to fit another concept, and the true martial art is not available.

People, you see, for more centuries than you can count, have assembled tricks into arts, and this jury rig of art has confused and made obscure the real truths of the combative methods. Consider the reality, for thousands of years people have made art, driven a vehicle, as it were, and not once has anybody ever stopped and tried to take it all apart, shine the pieces up, and put them back together in the right method. And there is a right method; there is a true art.

The true art is defined by physics, but not just your normal physics, rather a physics that has to do with bodies in motion, combat, and the descending of an apple out of a tree. A physics that is not plain to see for the simple fact of being too close to the face. At any rate, if one did actually take apart and fix the various Martial Arts Systems they would end up with faster reaction times (no reaction times), because all the data would be simple and straightforward and more easily understood, and entire arts that could be taught much, much, much faster.

Al Case is the only person on the planet that actually fixes Martial Art schools. Head over to his website, Monster Martial Arts, and pick up an absolutely free ebook.

[I:http://testblog2.kathypop.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/AlCase7.gif]I doubt whether most martial arts training halls, be they Goju Ryu or Mixed Martial Arts or Jujitsu or whatever, have ever had a crazy guy in their school like Mud Car. We called him Mud Car because that\’s what his license plates on his automobile stated. That vehicle, more than just about anything else, told the story of Mud Car.

He had strung parachute webbing across the insides of his car because he felt that parachute webbing was best for holding his car together on the inside. He had fire extinguishers clamped throughout his car. He had a switch on his dashboard to give extra power to his tail lights, and he clicked it whenever he faced away from the sun so that people behind him could see when he braked.

This was all surface stuff, though. The most impressive thing that Mud Car did was memorize the times of all the traffic lights in San Jose. He could traverse that large town without ever hitting a stop light.

Unfortunately, when it came to Karate, he was just as crazy. He couldn\’t stretch, couldn\’t control his body, and, because he had no control, it hurt to work with him. Just being around him you could feel the sparks in his mind shooting into the cosmos.

One day he interrupted the instructor to complain about a pain in his leg. \”It doesn\’t hurt me that much, but it keeps nagging at me, do you know how to make the pain in my leg go away?\” My instructor looked at me with murder in his eyes, I suppose he didn\’t want to look at Mud Car because he would kill him, and he blurted, \”Hit your leg with a lead pipe…that\’ll make the pain go away.\”

I suppose the ability to drive other people crazy is the deciding factor in this matter of whether a person is insane or not. At any rate, Mud Car never made it to Black Belt. He just didn\’t have the mental maturity that denotes a black belt.

One day, however, a new sensei took over the training hall, and Mud Car was promoted to Black Belt within a short time…and then he left the training hall. He had gotten what he wanted, and the new instructor knew that was the best and most efficient way to get rid of Mud Car. But the truth is…I missed Mud Car.

He was nuts, but so is the guy who goes after you on the mean streets, so if you could last a session with Mud Car without getting hurt, you knew your art was working. Furthermore, there was a shift of standard here, for Mud Car had been promoted to black belt because he could drive people nuts, not because he was a competent martial artist. Finally, I think that is where the True Art started disappearing from the martial arts training halls of America…schools, even dojos like classical hung gar or Parker Kenpo or classical Aikido, did not administer soothing discipline to the insane, they just promoted them to get rid of them.

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