Comments by "Thump Er the Sweaty Fat Guy" (@SweatyFatGuy) on "Legion Of Men" channel.

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  6.  @HappyGoFunTimes  you can assume that, but if he has training the mass doesn't negatively impact him as much as you might think. It will limit his range of motion, I have the same problem, but not to the same extent. I wrestled in high school, at 167lbs and 5'8", benched 265lbs that year A year later after farm and construction work it was over 300. I overpowered all the state champs on my team, including the 185lb two time champ who went on to play nose guard in the NFL for Jacksonville, Carolina, and Denver. The smaller guys had zero chance against me, even the 155s, and I whupped on state champs from other schools, but not at my weight. 167 was the toughest weight, you had to be fast like the light guys, and strong like the big guys. All of that training still works despite the fact I am 54 now, and a hell of a lot stronger. I benched over 500 back in 2003, someone asked if I could, and I didn't know so we found out. Its probably higher than that, I never checked. For being 300lbs you would be very surprised at how fast I can move when I want to, and how quietly. Once you know how to move quick like a wrestler, that muscle memory stays with you the rest of your life. I figure it will go away if I make it to 70, but for now its still here. If he has BJJ training or something like it, small guys will get obliterated. Small to him is someone under 250lbs. Without training he will still be fast and explosive, so you have to avoid letting him grab something, like a wrist.. because he will dislocate your shoulder with a twitch.
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  18. You hit something there, but it works somewhat differently than you might think. You learn from your father when you are little, dad's teach empathy, fair play, and a whole lot more. Moms cannot do it. Dads are most important between age 3 and 30, far more than others are. Dad's teach you how to be an adult. Now where you missed something is how my dad taught me things from about 8 until I was in my 40s and he was in his 60s. He was 25 years older than me. He taught me by not being there, not doing it for me, and not helping me at all. He actually made it more difficult for me, especially compared to my siblings. I have 3 brothers and 2 sisters, I am the second one. I planted, raised then sold sweet corn to buy my first car at age 13. I bought the seed, paid dad for the fuel we used to plant it, and then dad took $2000 of the $2500 I earned selling it. Then I bought my car, a 1967 Cougar. Dad drove it to his job in town for the 3 years before I turned 16. 25 miles one way. I got a very worn out car as a result. I had to try to keep it running, and he didn't bring me parts for it. If he did it was after it sat waiting for months. I needed a car to get a job off the farm, the car was broken so I could not get a job.. vicious circle. I learned how to rebuild things, repair things, and to do it with the most basic tools, just keeping that car running. On my 17th birthday I bought my second car for $175 from a junkyard, it was wrecked, hit in the front on the passenger side. A 1972 GTO. I scrounged parts for that one, and eventually drove it as a daily driver into the mid 1990s. I learned to build engines the right way with that car. You see if dad had done all of that for me, I would not have learned how to do it. I would not have learned how to scrounge parts, make deals trading things to other guys who had the stuff I wanted, and to crawl around junkyards looking for the stuff I needed. I learned to make money to buy the things I could not make, and I made money doing the car thing too. By the time I was 17 I had surpassed my dad in automotive knowledge as well as muscle mass. Dad got the ball rolling when I was 8, taught me the most basic things like repacking wheel bearings which I did on all the farm equipment twice a year until I left the farm at 17. I learned everything else on my own, except for rebuilding transmissions and doing alignments, which I learned to do in votech school. Dads teach you self reliance by NOT helping you. However if he is not allowed to be there for you learning the basics, like how to use tools, its going to be a hard time learning all the small stuff on your own. However, I have friends who are good at the things I do, and their dad never touched a wrench in his life. If you want it, you will find a way to make it happen. Dad's get you started, and sorta hang around to tell you to get up, check to see if you're bleeding, then say "Yeah, you're ok, its not that bad" as you get back to it even though it freakin hurt. I did that with my daughters, they would do something brilliant like stand up under the table and whack their head on it. I'd see the tears welling up and I'd say, come here, make sure they didn't give themselves a concussion, pop them on the butt and say get back to playin. As a result my daughters are tough as nails, they did not get coddled. They are almost 27 and 30. I didn't catch them when they fell, I let them learn on their own. Just one time playing with an outlet was all it took for them to realize 110v is gonna make your arm feel funny, so don't play with the outlet. Dad's let you screw up with supervision... You still have to learn on your own. You can do it without a dad too. Thats the whole point of being a man.
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  24. I have traveled the world already, South America, Australia, and Antarctica are the only continents I haven't been to yet. No rent to pay, because I own my land, home, vehicles, and am debt free. Building old muscle cars then driving them all summer, is far more enjoyable than chasing skirts, in any country. I had LOTS of fun in my youth, but in every country, in every woman, is the same program running. I don't want to deal with that program anymore. Spicy fun time is very enjoyable, its what comes before and after it that I am tired of. I am not the type who can sit around on the beach all day, watching waves. Gotta be doing something, and its preferable that its constructive. Respect and not being mistreated is VERY important to me. Back in 1990 while stationed in Europe I got engaged to a beautiful Arab woman who lived in Dubai. Her mother decided to not let us marry in 91 after I traveled there 3 times. Her mom did me a favor. We hadn't seen each other since 91, and she had been married to a German guy until 5 years ago. She came to visit me back in August. From the moment I picked her up at the airport, until I told her that she f'ed up by how she treated me a day later, it was a string of disrespect. Women who talk down to me get derision from me, because they could never accomplish what I have in my life. Its like being berated by a 5th grader as they try to tell you how life works. We used to talk a few times a month, video chatting, and she made it obvious that she wanted spicy fun time. She was not going to get it once she started in talking to me like her worthless ex, not that he is worthless, just that she saw him that way. I can see why the dude left her. She was vastly different 30 years ago. Kind, supportive, eager to please, wanted to do things for me. She was either hiding it from me, or living in Germany changed her. Doesn't matter to me really, she is 60 and very unpleasant to talk to.
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  33. Yeah.. I talk to people online, when I go to a store for something, and on occasion I hang out with friends. Thats enough for me, once a week is good. No depression, no dark thoughts, I am busy building things and living my life out here in the woods. Everything mentioned can be alleviated with physical activity. When I am waiting for an appointment, or my shop to warm up in winter, I play sudoku on my tablet to keep my mind sharp. I build cars in my shop, that takes some thinkin... I learn new things every day, because I am trying to do more, and I need to figure out how to do things to build my house. I may be wired different since I have had PTSD since I was an 8 year old, that is almost 50 years. Other people have been the source of my problems my entire life. The stress caused by my ex's and my family made me want to do the sewer slide, and it was something I lived with every day, multiple times a day for over 40 years. I turned my back on society when I was 12. I am almost 56 now. The last decade has been my best one so far. Its not purposeful isolation, I can't live in town because the hypervigilance drives me nuts, and cities/towns don't like old cars sitting everywhere. Been trying to get some young people to hang out and do things, but y'all are whack. Old people are cool and they are great for conversations, but I am like a 19 year old in many ways. The cars I build/drive are the same ones I had or wanted when I was a teenager. With the PTSD thing I don't really fit with society, and I don't fit with other veterans because I've had it so long and they are new to the whole thing. I keep my mind active and chewing on things, the problem is getting it to turn off when I want to sleep.
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  36. I traveled Europe 30 years ago when I was in the military. Everywhere except Paris and Belgrade (Yugoslavia just after the wall came down) was nice. I avoid cities here in the US, preferring the wide open spaces and forests between Michigan and Wyoming. It really depends on where you go as to what you will get. You won't be walking to the store from my house, unless you like walking a marathon, and you won't be doing that from November to May. A vehicle is required, not because something was planned that way, but because of the vast distances. I put 4000 miles on my truck between 24 August and September 24, I do that often. I made another 2500 mile round trip earlier in July. I like that drive, it takes me 14 hours, but its enjoyable when I start in the early morning when the sun comes up about 0530, and I get to my destination in the evening. Next year I will probably use my dashcam to make a video of the entire run. If you are used to and do not like big city life in the US, then the small towns in Europe and out here in the states most people don't know exist are for you. Don't expect to have lots of free stuff handed to you out here in the crimson 'flyover' places, but that means you won't see people camped on the streets, shootinup, and doing all the other things you see in the big crime infested cities. Taking a train in Europe works great, I used them when I was over there, the distances are much shorter than the US. Taking a train to get from my home to my destination earlier this year, is a five day ordeal of waiting around for the train to pick people up, going the wrong way so you can get a connection, and waiting around for the next one to come in tomorrow. Same with a bus, if you have several days you can just ride around then it should be lots of fun. Hollywood doesn't show the part of the USA I am from and live in, they show a caricature of it at times, where everyone is portrayed as none too bright and marrying their sister. Then they make the cities look far better than they actually are, not all like the cesspools they have been turned into. Yeah, the movies are what people overseas think its like in the US. When I was in Dubai in 1991 the question I was asked most often was if I was from LA or NYC. I told them I was from a place roughly 1500 miles from both of them called Nebraska. They had never heard of it, but I knew quite a lot about their country. Abu Dhabi was absolutely beautiful, Dubai was kinda small and just starting on the big building project in 1991. Sharja was a nice quaint little place with wonderful people.
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  39. I found the same situation in the 90s, working as a machinist. I was doing a huge amount of work, the plant was 120F to 130F all summer and I was wearing heavy plastic protective gear to keep the 250F compound sorta off me. Saved them $80k a month in scrap on 10 different part numbers, the engineer who said I was wrong got the bonus, I proved him wrong. I didn't even get a thank you. I quit in 1998, told my boss I would not be in on Monday, or ever again, on Friday. Already had another job. The plant closed and was shipped to Mexico 6 months later. They saved so much on payroll that they could afford the 90% scrap rate of the unskilled people down there. In 2000 I went back to the USAF, and guess what... I got all the extra duties, 10 Airmen to supervise when the other NCOs my rank had 1 or 2 if any, and they had me working 16 to 18 hours certain days of the week, and coming in on my Tuesday-Wednesday 'weekend' to handle things. If you're competent, capable, and more efficient than everyone else, they will heap work on you. Then everyone you work with will start backstabbing you, talking about how you're not doing anything. They sat in the office all day, and I was handling my usual job moving cargo and loading planes, along with all the extra stuff like Safety NCO, vehicle NCO, building custodian, and a bunch of other things. I probably taught 30 people how to drive, because they came from big cities and never needed to learn. Yet somehow I was the one who wasn't working. The best thing that ever happened to be was getting messed up in Kuwait in 2004. 35 years old, working like I was 21, my knees were the first to go,, then hips, shoulders, ankles. I live in pain, but I haven't worked since 2005, well.. haven't worked for anyone else since then. I was loading aircraft single handed when usually its a team of 12 to 20 guys. Just me, a muscle bound freak of nature from both massive airlifts I was in 1990-91 and 2003-05, pushing pallets on planes. Pallets can weigh 10,000lbs each, and I was pushing lots of them on single handed while the female reservist air crews stood around and watched. Yeah they made a huge deal out of a C5 with an all female crew, they stood there slackjawed as I loaded all 36 pallets on their plane by myself. I was stuck with a bunch of reservists who didn't want to work in the heat, so they drove vehicles or sat in the office. I can go on for hours about reservists... they are the most worthless people I have ever met.
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