Shaolin Showdown

Matthew Polly's quest is really quite extrodinary, seeming like a real version of the monomyth. His call to action comes early, when he first watches Legend of the Iron fist. China is his land of fullfillment, Choach Cheng his supernatural guide. He goes through all the trials, meets a girlfriend (his godess) and fights against the communist coaches (his antagonist) and eventually, returns home, having become strong and sure of himself. His return home is rather odd though. He returns to China, like that was his home. A bit strange no?

Needs to be shown...

You must see this link. I was looking up vigilantes and this came up. It's utterly, totally, and f-ing bloody brillant. I mean seriously

http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/wireStory?id=4707217

OTW

I think that most of the the people in the waterfront beleive that any body who rats is a stool pigeon. It's obvious in the way they act. Like that kid. He looks up to terry like a father but when Terry testifies against the mob, he kills all of Terry's pigeons. HARSH. I mean, that must seem like a cardinal sin to these peopolle to justify that sort of violence. Yeeshus Chrysler, I mean.... come on... any way, my beleif's on the subject? Tell. If it involves organized crime, you always tell. On second thought... crap.... I just thought of something. Corrupt cops! What do you do if their on the payroll? Great now I got a headache.... arrgh

Surreal people.

In American Shaolin, Matthew meets some pretty surreal people. Wether it's the genius/crazy man Mikael, or the Iron crotch master coach Dong, there are some people in his memuars that seem to surreal to exist. But beleive me, people like that do exist. I've met them. I was once in the Galleria, going to barnes and noble (I read more than I should) and saw a woman sketching simply amazing artwork. From abstract to classical she had it all. I asked her about it, complimenting her on the work. We struck up a conversation. And then it got weird. She knew things about me I'd shared with nobody else, and I mean nobody. No, she wasn't a stalker. She couldn't've been. Why? She showed me her driver's liscence. It was from Hawaii. Shortly after, she left. I never saw her again. But she is confirmation to me that there are people far beyond the ordinary.

AMS

Joe, I think, obviously decides that family is more important. He wouldn't let anything get in the way of that, since he knowingly shipped out the broken cylinder heads.
I beleive that when it comes to small, unimportant things, like shoplifting, discipline should probably be handed out by the family. But anything that really harms another person, such as, I don't know, KILLING THEM! Is a matter of socieatial justice

Iron Crotch Kung Fu. There, now I have your attention

Matthew Polly, author of American Shaolin, is best described as... Persevering. He left harvard, after taking huge amounts of chineese, to go chase his dream. Namely, to be taught in the martial art of Shaolin. Many people dream of becoming a kung fu master. This guy actually goes for it. And he's met some pretty weird guys in the process. Monk Dong, (not making this up) practicioner of Iron Crotch Kung Fu. Tiger man, a movie director about the size of an orangutang. And Mikael, nordic giant hovering somewhere between genius and madness. These people seem larger than life, but he does have pictures. Talk about truth being a lot stranger than fiction