The shredder is an useful skill/tool, but I still don't think it's as good as a solid judo throw, which can really damage people's shoulders and things (!!). Thank you for your great work and thanks for so much free material, we're blessed to have access to it.
I carry a small metal flash light fits in my pocket. I can see in the darkness needed. Very decent weight about the thickness and length of a thick marker pen. Ideal
Bonjour monsieur vous êtes juste et quelle humilité et professionnalisme bravo bravo votre vision et explications est claire et top salutations de la suisse 🇨🇭 et venez vous bientôt en suisse 🇨🇭?merci et encore bravo pour votre parcours
I basically severed my main artery in my wrist with this kind of thing when going to push a reinforced glass door at Christmas c.o Christmas drink in the block .
Lee has slowly become my internal monologue, and the wife hates it. Supermarket, aisle 1, fresh milk. "Attacker comes up behind you, puts a knife to your side, you have a gallon jug of milk... You can use it as an extension of the hammer fist, open the lid and cause a temporary blinding distraction."
Remind me not to annoy you. Good video! I used to go out with a girl who was a bouncer at a nightclub in Manchester who carried something similar which she called a kubotan (i think) and it was a lethal little tool ... Good job, brother. Great to see any shit head who tries it on with you has an unpleasant (ahem) surprise coming! Pete 🏴
Whilst I appreciate that every day items are better than carrying a Kubaton is straight up illegal, the problem with ALL these items is that a court gets to decide what your motive was for carrying it, it the event that you actually use it OR if you get stopped by Police and they just don't like you.
I learned with competitive basket ball in school, that, if you play 1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5 whatever, and you win 5 and lose 5, then it's easy to find a game. By the time you win 8 and lose 2, it's nigh impossible to find a game. Once everybody knows that you win 10 and lose 0, it's impossible to find a game, a la Gama the Great, Ivan Padubny, Rocky Marciano, Raging Bull, Iron Mike Tyson, et al. And those who upset the sports betting odds and refuse to take dive money, well, the world is a dangerous place, accidents happen, every day. And honey pots too. Everybody wants to be the hammer, no one wants to be the nail. One of the highest compliments was people coming to play, and the moment they saw me, they quit and left. If people are telling you you're good, you're a beginner, a lark and a mark. You know you're good, when they become silent, sullen, their eyes turn red, then they whisper, turn their backs, or worse, smile, and you start to get those brief askance glances before they turn away, some one shakes hands, and quickly departs. After 'sparring' hundreds if not more, people, I've come to the conclusion that sparring or, we don't use the word sparring, we use the word "play" but "play" encompasses both soft and hard, that is, no killing no maiming today, agreed? shake hands on it, but bloody noses and broken ribs are acceptable ie soft, and the real thing or hard, and depending who you're playing with, scarring anything on the face, a proper snickersnee, as it were, is either acceptable as soft, or not, in the end, what works in sparring, doesn't always work in the real thing. Furthermore, sparring provides a false sense of confidence, falsely implying that what worked on John will also work on Rob. It doesn't. The only thing measurably objective is anatomy and even that is a false premise that John and Rob both respond to the same trauma or injury, broken jaw, etc, in the same way, they don't. Pain makes cows submit, it makes Victorino bulls, stronger, it's their recruitment initiation, being cattle prodded and counting how many times before they are cowed, and Victorino bulls are only selected from those who, even after exhausted and frothing at the mouth drooling spittle everywhere, never quit. Danger and real blood and real potential of death makes the dvee pada pashu two legged herd animals freeze, but for true warriors it awakens the god that delights in death and destruction, who grins with a wordless sigh of release, at last, instantly boosts their strength 20 fold or more, and automatically invokes tachypsychia on the spot. Sparring is a bunch of virgins talking about sex. It's the primal call of sanguine gnosis, blood knowledge, blood memory, that knows deep down within the halls of the ancestors and genetic corridors that the function of man is war, fight means to slay, to kill, from the Norse word, vight, the divine right of conquest, the divine right of kings, expansion, the King's peace and prosperity, to slay monsters and dragons, to hunt rape-orcs, the Wild Raging Hunt, as it were, true aristocracy, that arises but in Ares, War, as general Patton put it "Compared to War all other human endeavour pales into insignificance, God help me, I love it so", yet he did not have Nietzche's Gay Science and cognizance, "I love the valiant, but it is not enough to wield a broad sword, one must also know against whom", something he learned too little too late right before they whacked him; the Crusades, "and a dead enemy always smells good", Caesar, Vespasianus, Nature, tooth and claw, red and raw, the awakened blood instincts, to run, to fuck, to kill, to create life and the conditions necessary to protect life, pro actively, but, they're not quite ready for it, don't want to commit to the hilt, don't want to pay the price, don't want to risk losing, etc, so they want a bit of masturbation and frottage. I mean what else could you call two men dry humping each other? Without even getting into the fact that anything that is 1 on 1 is just sport. All is fair in love and war. Men lie. They break their oaths. They betray. They back stab. They bring their friends, and they bring weapons. Too much hospitality and smiles belies a hidden blade and an ambush, 笑裡藏刀，十面埋伏，xiao li cang dao, shi mien mai fu, hidden blade behind a smile, ambush on ten sides, which is why men started the "hand shake", so they could talk but could not suddenly quick draw their swords and slash or hidden blades and stab, and the toast, so they could ensure well if you poisoned my pint, now yours is too. Anything that does not prepare for multiple enemies wielding tools or weapons who use smiles, soft words, promises, a butcher's soothing voice, hugs, lots of high fives and hugs, that's where back stabbing comes from, and ambush as a given, is not a true martial art, Mars Art, War Art. Advocates claim sparring is where they try out new moves and gain confidence, claiming they find out what works and what doesn't. What they don't tell you is those new moves should have been tried out in practice, dilettantes train until they get it right, professionals train until they can't get it wrong, rain or shine, "A long bow and a strong bow, and let the sky grow dark, the nock to the chord, the shaft to the ear, and a foreign king for a mark!", performance on demand, conditions irrelevant, didn't sleep enough irrelevant, had an argument with your wife irrelevant, hung over fuck you irrelevant, death won't take a rain check, and the confidence they gain by wearing their chimpanzee play face and trying to fuck you in the ass but get mad if you don't let them and don't let them win. It's a psychological left handed hand shake, an unspoken contract tentative offer, we can be friends, so long as you let me win. Confidence and a minor testosterone boost they get, only when winning, that quickly fades because they don't know how to sustain it and create that testosterone and confidence boost, on their own, through daily training, in all conditions, from Niagara Falls in the dead of winter, to the Senoran desert in an Arizona summer with no rain for 2 years, to a Novosibirsk winter, or a Delhi winter, or a Hong Kong summer, and everything in between, yes, even London. The result is a lot of guys training muscles for show instead of muscles for go, cumbersome, slow, no stamina, no speed, needs lots of oxygen, muscles, 1-6 repetitions than pause and pose and drink whey protein, veritable two pump chumps, instead of nerves, tendons, and osseous catalysis cortical remodeling making bones that, look normal, but are many times denser than normal people, wherein the bone tissue not only thickens, by unbeknownst to most, also braces in the direction, of the conditioned oncoming force, created forged weapons, natural God given conceal carry weapons. Sparring is masturbation. You wanna go? Any time. No appointment necessary. No heads up needed. As Leonidas said, "Come as you are." And I promise not to press charges when you're broken and bloody or worse. I won't 'fackin need to, will I.
Peaceful warrior, that’s exactly what I am and UC has certainly helped me get there and keep there through Lee helping my awareness, perception and mental philosophy via you tube 🧘🙏🏻🥷❤️
Just discovered the channel and I love it - and your outlook. I have been doing a bit of MMA recently and it’s great, but I feel that this is more what I’ve been looking for. I’m in my early 50s and I have 2 daughters - and the world seems to be an increasingly dangerous place. Take care sir.
If you have something heavy in the bag would it not be better to swing the bag with the straps instead of doing the hook? If not, could you explain why?
In order to generate force it would have to be a fairly long swing which means a slow swing , giving assaulter time to get inside or step outside, and then you have to control the swing and the momentum could leave you open. Think of it as attacking with a shield as opposed to a blackjack .
I've already said it should have structural integrity and when it's used leg it, so a stun and run tactic is what I am suggesting and for that it has a place!
@@UrbanCombatives using your inspiration, I put a wooden chopping board in the front pocket of my backpack which seems to work well to give it that structured integrity. Thanks again for the videos 🙏
