"Real meaning of life...stuff" - Daniel Jackson
Thursday, April 14, 2005

I got a letter from Hong Kong today.  It contains the letter to my SiFu I described a couple days ago...and another one for me.  This is what it says (all grammatical errors are copied from the original):

 

Dear Ms. Lhotka:

We have your file and we informed all the members and SiFus to take actions against you.

You lie about Shaolin, your self-name a Shaolin Kung Fu assistant Instructor, helping a no rank person to impersonate a Shaolin Kung Fu Instructor will be dealed with.

You cannot jump, cannot punch, cannot kick and you are over weight and have chronic disease.  How can you claim you are a Kung Fu instructor?  You are a joke.  You are a cancer of any martial art.

 

Seriously, who do these people think they are?  I can't jump?  I can jump.  I would like to be able to jump higher...but hey, wouldn't we all like to?  I can kick, and I have half a dozen people who will swear on a stack of Bibles that when I kick or punch someone, they stay kicked and punched.

Overweight?  Yeah.  It's true.  Size 14 isn't exactly svelt.  I weigh more than I should...but really.   If they want to talk about weight they should take a good hard look at mullet-man's kid.  That boy is seriously corn-fed.

Besides, if you can run three miles in half an hour, do fifty push-ups, hundreds of sit-ups and crunches in a matter of minutes and do a tornado kick I don't think anyone should be able to talk to you about your weight.

Chronic disease?  I assume they are talking about my athsma and hypotyroidism.  Both are under control.  Whatever.

They are pathetic. Threatening women and children and calling people names when they don't have the balls to put their own names on the letters.

Like I'm worried.

Anyway...thought some people might be interested in the continuing saga.

Thursday, April 14, 2005 3:02:17 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [8] | #
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