It’s just like my old article, but with more pictures of that kid from Burger King to rub in what a shitass that guy was.
I will not be naming names because one of them is a pretty big deal in the art of taekwondo, and as such if you find one of these masters you’ll find the other guy and if you find the other guy you can find me, and well…I don’t want you people rummaging through my garbage and mailing me used underwear.
The first of these masters was an elderly gentleman, the grand master of the school. He was born in Korea under the Japanese occupation, and as you can imagine his life was pretty goddamn difficult from the moment he was born. His first order of priority was to survive that ordeal.
But survive he did. Japan’s surrender came when he was a mere 15 years old, at this point he had been training for a while, but there was more to come—Korea’s story in much of the 20th century (*cough* or in general) is not a particularly happy one.
When I knew him he was a man in his 90s. Still spry, still spirited, still completely willing to walk into a room full of children, chain smoking in his old man pajamas. He had zero fucks to give.
He had a protégé, an American fellow (said American fellow had his own protégé, but there’s not much I can say about her other than describing her as a turkey necked fatass). His protégé was a bright eyed and bushy tailed Caucasian boy who wanted to learn martial arts. He was raised in a vastly different environment than the grandmaster. He was raised in the soft, supplicating confines of American suburbia, the wealthy suburbs of Bergen County, New Jersey in the 1970s and 1980s. He likely consumed much martial arts via film, cartoons, and the burgeoning medium of video games…
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