Well the only solution is a dance off or a beer summit. I vote beer summit. Y'all get drunk and then try your "marital arts" -that big fella in New Orleans could barely stand he was so drunk-my Momma could have beat em up LOL. I'd suggest a smoke out-but we can't bring that up-oops. I doubt there would be much fighting- more meditation. I think we need to meditate on the subject. My Mom would tell me that-You need to meditate on that.
Were you folks drawn to martial arts for discipline, meditation, or to kick butt and violence? I was drawn in high school because Kung Fu was popular on TV, Buddy Rich was into it, everyone loved Bruce Lee, it was a cultural thing really-interest in a new culture-peace but be ready to kick butt. But I cannot deny I was attracted to the violence too, but I think the impact was just the opposite.
For me personally-though I didn't keep up with it-it influenced me in really positive ways to help me deal with my bad temper and rage (I didn't learn to kick butt). It wasn't about being pumped up on adrenaline and killing your opponent-dang it. No it was logical, methodical, and you train your body and muscle memory to react to protect, defend, neutralize-just like you train your body for drums. I think my older bros torturing me part of my childhood just gave me a short fuse and a big chip-I was always looking for a trap and be ready to fight or flight for my life-they were a lot older so felt I was terrorized-also lots of other bullies-crazy people just mean as hell. No worries I got older (got in shape) and got even-no I didn't kill them but if I had killed my eldest brother a judge would probably give me a medal LOL. I forgave them it's kid stuff-being terrorized is normal part of development in US to create the normal dysfunctional family. I think a lil Spartan draconian terror can be good actually because it motivated me to lift weights, run, try jiu jitsu, meditation, start focusing which I had a huge issue with, and deal with rage issues. So I got motivated to get in shape to actually fight the monsters but what it did is help me see my own monster. That was the beginning of seeing how it all had impacted me-almost like PTSD. So oddly it all worked out I guess. My crazy GrandDad would take a cow prod to myself and my two bros-so perhaps I was just a domino in a bigger scheme I wasn't seeing ROFL.