My goodness! I have found a new performance troupe called "Fusion Fighters." They combine elements of tap dance, Irish traditional dancing, music, synthesizers, video editing, ninja garb, swordsmanship, and comedy into a completely insane fusion of pop influences. One can only learn by watching: I am confused, amused, and entertained! I'm not sure how these folks can transition to a profit-generating business mode. It is almost like they wrote down thirty popular themes and musical genres and threw them into a hat, then picked 10, and combined to make a ninja gumbo. I think perhaps the term "simplify" should apply here, as this scrambled egg omelette has just a few too many ingredients. That aside, they do seem sincere in their pursuit of ninja novelty, and from Kilarney to Kinsale, Irish folks will soon know of the Fusion Fighters. Or they may pass into obscurity very quickly as vicious and entertaining fights break out among the members of the band over the artistic direction such insanity should take. Best of luck, Fusion Fighters. Consider nudity, or an epic clash with colcannon-eating zombies in the next video, and you may go viral!
I'm pleased to say that I was able to watch my very first Mummers New Years Day parade in the very ninja-worthy city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. For those unfamiliar with the premise of the parade, tens of thousands of regular Philadelphians dress up in Saturnalian outfits usually seen in locations like Carnaval, and parade up Broad Street playing banjos, drums, and dancing.
When one considers the practiced skill, clandestine organization, and workman-like performance of these men in costume, a natural comparison with the ninja must be considered.
The mummers are able to brave the cold weather with only alcohol to warm their stomachs. They show no fear in the face of camera crews and curious and often perplexed tourists. The sincerity of their parade mocks bullshit like Disney's daily parades. In this sense they are genuine ninjas, standing for something great and meaningful that is too often held down by the man - human creativity and collective artistry behind masks of courage.
Then again many are perhaps drunken hooligans. But for the most part the mummers are modern-day masters of show.
Each and every day on the way to and from work we are confronted by maniacal zombies behind aggressive, flesh eating wheels of Toyota SUV's, Chevy Red Sedans, and sad looking imports that have dressed up like the American Soccer mom ideal. These zombies tailgate, blow their horns, and generally look exasperated behind the wheel of their stupid lives. They endanger everyone around them by speeding to get nowhere important, and drive as if their undead lives were of any significance at all.
It is a life sustaining skill to not engage these undead monsters on the road. They are harmful, and they have already been lost. They cannot be saved, and they are not worth fighting. It is best to dodge them, to steer clear when able so they might find fresh brains to nibble, like monkeys with hepatitis coddling rotten figs.
Envision other travelers on the road as zombies, and you shall once more be called "ninja", "survivor", and perhaps even "Twan."
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Some less than inspired crime has taken place in the name of the ninja, this time in Florida at a bingo game. Three teenage fools dressed in shabby ninja costumes have been caught on film robbing a defenseless, pitiful collection of tired souls playing the mind numbing escape game of bingo. One of the perpetrators can be seen picking a wedge between his asinine cheeks, note, not "assassin" cheeks - for these ninjas were caught and face time in jail. Not only have they disgraced the ninja motif with unrighteous theft, they have disgraced themselves in the way antisocial zombie like hoods do robbing old ladies, the infirm, and the crippled among us.
Of course any self respecting ninja would reject this type of behavior as immoral and sad. Another reason I am glad to not live in Florida, land of fire ants, humidity, borrowed geologic time as the ice sheets melt, and fraudulent elections that change the course of history for the much, much worse. Is it any doubt that Jeb Bush chose to locate his insincere, personal aggrandizing enterprise here?
Catch the video of these costume wearing children behaving badly.
It seems that the ninja motif has surfaced again in the popular culture, this time as a symbol of "justice and seeking the truth," according to one of the OCCUPY protesters in Eugene, Oregon.
You can see the "ninja" garb of these protesters is lacking. There is little evidence of stealth, and weaponry is limited to notions of justice and ideas with moral clarity. In their defense, to show up with the typical nunchucks and ninja throwing stars would render these protesters fair game for the skull bashing, heavy handed law enforcement types, akin to the samurai of old.
The sacred ninja will always occupy a space in the hearts and minds of those who resist, be it resistance of a capitalist system that is broken and creating a neo-feudal society of pigs and chattle, or simply a legend to lend courage to suburban heroes tired of the franchise strewn rot of zombie americana.
Don't forget to shop with coupons, ninjas always save money for the movement.
The modern world allows few outlets of expression for the ninja born into the wrong century. Whereas the ninja of the classic era might be expected to stealthily prowl the night in search of adventure and mayhem in the name of justice and and class warfare, the modern person predisposed to ninjahood can only bark at the moon and drink Mountain Dew in a vain attempt to BE EXTREME!
Alien vs Ninja - This could be awesome... If you loved the movie Predator, but thought the effects were too realistic, and overall too much money was spent then this over-the-top ninja action fest might be just what you want...
This is hilarious, from the AP:
VERNON, Conn. — Vernon police said they arrested a man who was dressed as a ninja and waving nunchucks while yelling about wanting to beat up U.S. Sen. Joe Lieberman. The man, 30, was charged Sunday with breach of peace. Police said he was brought to Rockville General Hospital for a psychiatric evaluation and later released.
Authorities said they received several emergency calls about the man, who witnesses say was standing at the corner of Route 83 and Regan Road at about 11 a.m.
Officers said they pulled out bean bag and taser guns, and the man became polite and cooperative.
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We consider the Philadelphia Phillies ninja-like. Chase Utley, after winning the World Series in 2008, got up on stage in front of a national audience and stated:
The Philly audience was happy, but in restrained disbelief.
Then Utley clarified the significance of his last statement by inflecting the phrase with a local Philadelphia dialect:
"World Fucking Champions!"
The audience erupted in cheers, as suddenly their glorious victory made sense.
Will the Phillies repeat in 2009? Will there be a second World Fucking or World Phucking Championship.
It seems likely. It seems very fucking likely, especially with t-shirts popping up like the one featured here.
Philly fans, Let's Phucking Do It Again.
I received a really terrifying email today with supposed pictures taken by a victim of the Air France crash off of Brazil before he died. Without dignifying the email, or getting spyware on my computer by republishing the photos, suffice it to say that there were two photos showing a plane torn in half, blue sky behind, and people getting sucked into midair to fall to their deaths.
What horrific photos! I was so upset by the thought of it that I did a little research through google news, and I can't find any other media reports of a plane colliding with the Air France plane, nor could I find or reports of any photos being taken before the demise of the plane, which leads me to conclude these are a hoax, which somehow makes me feel better. I had heard that the passengers would have felt like they were "hitting a brick wall at 500 mph" if the plane came apart at a high altitude, which is supported by the pattern of multiple fractures in all the recovered bones.
What kind of sick individual crafts such a hoax? Of course money motivates some people to do just about anything. At the bottom of that email there is a link to "A Good Credit Score is 700 or Above. See yours in just 2 easy steps" If you were to click on it, which I don't recommend, you would be taken to freecreditreports.com with a cookie place on your computer that pays the person who created the link some money, either with each click, or with a commission if you buy something. In the structure of the link there is a "personal ID number" that tracks who this person is so they get credit for the referral. Even the terrifying pictures themselves, when clicked on (not recommended), lead to some bullshit website that probably puts spyware on your computer.
Also, I heard the plane crashed in terrible weather, surrounded by thunderclouds and rising equatorial weather storms. This photo has a pretty clear sky behind it.
Additionally, search parties have been combing the ocean for the black box, which emits some sort of signal, and have been unable to find it, much less someone's camera phone.
Finally, I can almost picture this still frame from some movie. Perhaps it was the opening scene of LOST, or Garden State, or something... I can't quite place it.
Hope this makes you feel better that the victims had quick deaths. So that opportunistic hoaxes like this one don't dissuade anyone from taking the measured risk of flying (myself included), I found this crazy headline story:
Woman Missed Fatal Air France Flight, Dies in Car Crash
An Italian woman who arrived late at the airport for the fatal Air France flight 447 has died in a car accident, according to ANSA news agency.
Johanna Ganthaler, a pensioner from the Bolzano-Bozen Province (South Tyrol, Italy) and her husband, Kirk, were on vacation in Brazil and missed flight 447 after arriving at the airport late. They were able to board a later flight and avoided being victims of the horrible crash.
The couple rented a car in Munich, Germany and decided to drive home to Italy. On their way home, while driving through Kufstein, Austria, their car ended up in the opposite lane and they had a head on collision with a truck.
The woman died at the hospital that she was taken to. Her husband is still in critical condition.
There are 9,000+ other articles about this story being true. You can't avoid all risk, even when driving sounds safer than flying these days!!!
Sons of bitches. Someone with more skills than I should track this person down using knowledge of link structures and the personal ID number this person used to credit himself with cookies on your computer when you click on it.
I'm not above making a little cash, as evidenced by my snarky t-shirt business (http://www.cafepress.com/innerlegend), and I'm not above capitalizing on pop culture trends... but to take advantage of fear and sensationalism and tragedy and outright lying in so doing is just SICK.
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Wow. She just stood and delivered another masterful performance tonight. Susan Boyle is a hero for many reasons. She stands proud and delivers. She is not a perfect beauty, and she refuses to be judged or dismissed because of it. Her voice is a lovely instrument, and she wields it with power and bravery. May she win it all. This t-shirt celebrates the first Susan Boyle breakthrough song "Dream." She has been an inspiration to me.
To celebrate the excellent choice of Bo, a Portuguese Water Dog, as the First Dog of America, this limited edition design is available on a wide range of t-shirts aimed to appease the teeming masses now demanding Bo propaganda at once.
I think it is Morning in America... finally.