Karate: The Dane Cook Of Martial Arts

Karate: The Dane Cook Of Martial Arts

Way out East there was this fella — fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Karate Master. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Karate Master, he called himself Karate Master. Now, Karate Master — he didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise.

But then again, maybe that’s why I found the place so darned interestin’. They call China the Red Dragon Country. I didn’t find it to be that, exactly. But I’ll allow there are some nice folks there. ‘Course I can’t say I’ve seen London, and I ain’t never been to France. And I ain’t never seen no queen in her damned undies, so the feller says. But I’ll tell you what — after seeing China, and this here story I’m about to unfold, well, I guess I seen somethin’ every bit as stupefyin’ as you’d see in any of them other places. And mostly in English, too. So I can die with a smile on my face, without feelin’ like the good Lord gypped me.

Sometimes there’s a man — I won’t say a hero, ’cause, what’s a hero? But sometimes, there’s a man. And I’m talkin’ about the Karate Master here. Sometimes, there’s a man, well, he’s the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that’s the Karate Master, in the China. And even if he is a lazy man — and the Karate Master was most certainly that. Quite possibly the laziest man in China, which would place it high in the runnin’ for being laziest worldwide. But sometimes there’s a man, sometimes, there’s a man. Aw. I lost my train of thought here. But — aw, hell; I’ve done introduced him enough.

2 thoughts on “Karate: The Dane Cook Of Martial Arts

  1. Hi Julie, thanks for stopping by!

    When you’re around a karate master, you should always be on your toes. If you insult him in a dream you better wake up and apologize.

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