A Fistful of Personality

I went to a self defense class at a local Kenpo dojo.  Kenpo is literally translated as: ken - 'the art' and po - 'of booting your opponent's testicles out through his sinuses.'


It was a fantastic experience.  Our sensei taught us quite a bit about pain and how to inflict it on our attacker or 'coward'.  Husband won't let me show him but I now know three nerve bundles to use as submission holds, which opens up a whole new range of possibilities when he hogs the remote.


Six women mirror-sparred for two hours and I feel as though I could now safely get from the Starbucks to my Volvo without worrying about thugs and jack-a-napes.  But if one of them were so foolish as to waylay me, that cutpurse would soon find themselves on the receiving end of my favourite kata, from the many I learned... 


"Immobilize the hand - tiger fist to windpipe - break nose with elbow - twist arm  - dislocate his shoulder - bend him backwards - hammer fist to his 'personality' - allow attacker to drop to ground - have a cigarette."

When his 'personality' is within kicking range, you will have his full attention