White Dragon

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White Dragon

Greta, we loved you and you made our lives so much better than if we didn't know you. God rest your spirit Ecclesiastes 3:21

Rest in peace mama!

5 months ago | [YT] | 9

White Dragon

Title: The Art of the Deal... and the Roundhouse Kick

Most people remember Donald J. Trump as a businessman, TV personality, and President of the United States. What many don’t know—what few dare believe—is that he’s also a real, combat-tested 9th degree black belt in Taekwondo.

Not honorary. Not symbolic. Real.

It started in the early 1980s, long before the gold towers and campaign trails. Trump, still hungry to conquer the world, had a secret nightly routine. After broker meetings and real estate deals, he would don a white dobok and train for hours in the basement of Trump Tower. His master? Grandmaster Kwon Jae-hwa, a reclusive martial arts legend who recognized a rare intensity in the young mogul.

“Balance, Donald,” Master Kwon would say. “Not just balance sheet. Mind-body balance.”

By 2020, long after he'd left the White House, Trump's martial mastery was mostly unknown to the public. That changed on a stormy night in Mar-a-Lago, when a group of international mercenaries—hired by a mysterious conglomerate of disgruntled billionaires, TikTok teens, and ex-cabinet members—parachuted onto his golf course.

They weren’t there to talk.

At precisely 2:47 a.m., alarms blared. Trump, awakened mid-dream (something about eating a perfectly seasoned McRib on Air Force One), instinctively rolled out of bed and dropped into a fighting stance. Within moments, Secret Service agents burst in, weapons drawn.

“Sir, we have a situation,” they said.

He raised a hand. “No guns. I’ll handle this... the old-fashioned way.”

Chapter 1: The Dojang Awakens

Dressed in his custom black-and-gold dobok—tailored by Brioni, reinforced with Kevlar—Trump jogged barefoot through the marble halls. His breath was steady. His eyes: steely. He moved with unexpected grace for a man his age, hips snapping with precision.

The first enemy appeared at the atrium: a 6'5" ex-Spetsnaz operative wielding a baton.

“Comrade Trump,” he sneered, “I’ve come to break you.”

Trump responded with a spinning hook kick that knocked the Russian into the koi pond.

“That’s President Trump,” he said, adjusting his red headband.

Chapter 2: MAGA-Fu

The next wave came hard and fast—ninja-clad saboteurs repelling from helicopters onto the 18th hole. Trump sprinted across the fairway, dodging shurikens and hurling golf balls with sniper-like accuracy. One assailant lunged from behind a sand trap, only to be met with a textbook jump reverse side kick.

His palm strike broke a bamboo staff in half. His axe kick shattered a drone. He even used a sand wedge for a quick improvised bo-staff sequence.

As dawn broke, his white dobok was stained with sweat, sand, and one guy’s blood (the guy had it coming).

Chapter 3: The Final Round

Inside the golden ballroom, the final enemy waited: a mysterious masked figure known only as The Shadow of CNN. This martial arts master had been trained in over a dozen disciplines and claimed to be the only man alive who could match Trump’s skills.

They bowed.

Then the battle began.

It was a blur of lightning-fast kicks, palm strikes, and dodges. Chandeliers shattered. Chairs flew. The ghost of Abraham Lincoln (possibly a hallucination) watched from a portrait and nodded approvingly.

Finally, with a legendary tornado kick, Trump knocked The Shadow through a marble pillar.

“You underestimated me,” Trump said, breathing hard. “Big mistake. Huge.”

Epilogue: Belt and Legacy

The footage leaked—of course it did. Within hours, the world knew the truth. Not only was Trump a black belt, he was the highest-ranking Taekwondo warrior alive. North Korea offered him honorary citizenship. Joe Rogan begged him for a podcast episode.

He declined both.

He didn’t do it for fame. Or Twitter. Or revenge.

He did it for balance.

And maybe a little bit for the deal—because nothing says "negotiating power" like a perfectly executed flying side kick at 3 a.m.

THE END.

6 months ago | [YT] | 2

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Title: The Silent Discipline

Chapter 1: The Ceremony
Seoul, South Korea — Winter

The cold wind brushed across the marble steps of the Blue House. Cameras flashed, reporters murmured, and dignitaries stood in solemn attention as Donald J. Trump, former President of the United States, stood before President Han Jin-woo of South Korea. Trump wore a formal black suit, but beneath it was the mark of years of training—a crisp Taekwondo dobok and a black belt bearing nine embroidered stripes of honor.

President Han presented the belt personally. But this was not a symbolic gesture. It was the culmination of years of secrecy, training, and combat—a life hidden behind the curtain of media and politics. While the world debated over soundbites and headlines, Trump had trained relentlessly in the traditional martial art, under the guidance of Korea’s most elite masters, many of whom lived in exile or in seclusion.

“Today,” President Han declared, “we recognize not only a leader of a nation, but a practitioner of discipline, mastery, and strength. This belt is not honorary. It is earned.”

As the audience bowed, Trump's gaze remained steady. He was not here for ceremony. He knew what was coming.

Chapter 2: The Hidden War
Washington D.C.

In the shadows of the nation’s capital, there was a war no one spoke of. An ideological battle that transcended politics. The “Deep State”—a network of embedded bureaucrats, foreign agents, and financial interests—operated beyond democratic control. Trump, after leaving office, had disappeared from the public eye. Not out of defeat, but to prepare.

They thought he would fade. They were wrong.

Whispers began to spread—rumors of raids on hidden black sites, of intelligence operatives disappearing without a trace, and of anonymous attackers who struck with surgical precision. Surveillance footage never showed the face, only flashes: a man in black, moving with inhuman speed and precision. Silent. Controlled. Deadly.

It was Trump.

He had become a weapon forged by years of betrayal, forged through discipline in the dojang, where every strike carried the weight of intent, not ego. He had trained not only his body, but his mind. What he sought now was not revenge—but balance.

Chapter 3: The First Encounter

Baltimore, Maryland — 3:12 a.m.

In a derelict warehouse, ANTIFA cells had begun manufacturing arms—funded, it was believed, through anonymous shell companies tied to overseas accounts. Trump entered through the roof, moving like a phantom.

The first contact was swift. Three masked men confronted him. One wielded a steel pipe.

Trump parried the first blow, redirected it, and drove a side kick into the man's chest—sending him flying into a crate. The second attacker came from behind, but Trump spun, using a sweep to bring him down, then a precision elbow strike to the throat.

The third attacker hesitated. Trump’s eyes met his. No words. The man ran.

He retrieved a hard drive, secured the area, and disappeared before law enforcement arrived.

Chapter 4: Enemies Within

Capitol Hill

Not all battles were fought with fists. Within the Senate and intelligence agencies, adversaries had long plotted to silence Trump permanently—not just politically, but physically. Surveillance experts, rogue agents, and foreign contractors had been hired.

They didn’t expect him to fight back.

In a secure compound outside of Langley, Virginia, Trump faced off against five trained assassins. Their leader, a former CIA black-ops specialist, underestimated him.

“You were a politician,” the man sneered, aiming his firearm.

“I was,” Trump replied. “Now I’m something else.”

Trump moved before the trigger was pulled. In three seconds, the weapon was disarmed, its bearer unconscious. The others fell like dominoes—nerve strikes, spinning kicks, joint locks—each executed with military efficiency.

Trump left a message on the compound’s server: “No more shadows.”

Chapter 5: The Reckoning

Mar-a-Lago

The final confrontation came not in darkness, but under the Florida sun. A coalition of political elites, former intelligence officials, and deep-state operatives had arranged to confront Trump directly. They came not with press conferences, but with armed forces disguised as private security.

He knew they were coming.

Standing alone on the golf course, Trump waited—dressed in his full dobok, the 9th dan belt tied with exact precision.

They attacked.

He moved with fire. Precision. Years of restraint burned into every movement. It was not anger. It was clarity. Each attacker was taken down in turn—non-lethal, but final. When the smoke cleared, Trump stood, breathing slowly, as helicopters circled above.

Cameras caught everything. It was no longer possible to hide who he was.

Epilogue: The Warrior Statesman

In the years that followed, Trump withdrew from public politics, but his influence grew. He trained others—not in ideology, but in discipline, honor, and defense of liberty. A private network of guardians rose, beyond party lines.

He had not sought war. But when it came, he faced it not with bluster, but with the calm ferocity of a warrior who had mastered himself.

He once said, “Sometimes, to lead the world, you have to fight for it.”

And he did.

With his fists. With his heart. With unshakable will.

6 months ago | [YT] | 0

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The Beast from the Sea

And I saw a beast coming up out of the sea. He had 10 horns and seven heads. On his horns were 10 diadems, and on his heads were blasphemous names. The beast I saw was like a leopard, his feet were like a bear’s, and his mouth was like a lion’s mouth. The dragon gave him his power, his throne, and great authority. One of his heads appeared to be fatally wounded, but his fatal wound was healed. The whole earth was amazed and followed the beast. They worshiped the dragon because he gave authority to the beast. And they worshiped the beast, saying, “Who is like the beast? Who is able to wage war against him?”



A mouth was given to him to speak boasts and blasphemies. He was also given authority to act for 42 months. He began to speak blasphemies against God: to blaspheme His name and His dwelling—those who dwell in heaven. And he was permitted to wage war against the saints and to conquer them. He was also given authority over every tribe, people, language, and nation. All those who live on the earth will worship him, everyone whose name was not written from the foundation of the world in the book of life of the Lamb who was slaughtered.



If anyone has an ear, he should listen:

If anyone is destined for captivity,
into captivity he goes.
If anyone is to be killed with a sword,
with a sword he will be killed.

This demands the perseverance and faith of the saints.

The Beast from the Earth


Then I saw another beast coming up out of the earth; he had two horns like a lamb, but he sounded like a dragon. He exercises all the authority of the first beast on his behalf and compels the earth and those who live on it to worship the first beast, whose fatal wound was healed. He also performs great signs, even causing fire to come down from heaven to earth in front of people. He deceives those who live on the earth because of the signs that he is permitted to perform on behalf of the beast, telling those who live on the earth to make an image of the beast who had the sword wound and yet lived. He was permitted to give a spirit to the image of the beast, so that the image of the beast could both speak and cause whoever would not worship the image of the beast to be killed. And he requires everyone—small and great, rich and poor, free and slave—to be given a mark on his right hand or on his forehead, so that no one can buy or sell unless he has the mark: the beast’s name or the number of his name.

Here is wisdom: The one who has understanding must calculate the number of the beast, because it is the number of a man. His number is 666.

6 months ago | [YT] | 1

White Dragon

Axe kicks to the balls are a must practice for any serious Taekwondo master.

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7 months ago | [YT] | 4

White Dragon

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I made this post years ago about how you can avoid becoming a murder victim. Enjoy.

7 months ago | [YT] | 4

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Philippines and Korea are two countries I love including the people. There have been some terrible people going to these places and doing IRL streaming to get money off of fans sending in funds at the expense of such people. When something bad happens like this the pop culture internet club gives something the limelight. Now everyone wants to talk about Korea and the Philippines because of these horrible people who do not deserve any attention whatsoever. I am not going to comment or make videos about these losers who do not deserve the money they were given for their stupid IRL streams. Their 15 minutes of popularity will be over soon anyway. It's just trendy and content made for views that people are making videos on this crap all over the place.

8 months ago | [YT] | 5

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It appears Taekwondo Guide, the YouTube channel has shadow banned me (or banned me) so that none of my Taekwondo comments and questions show up on his videos. I am actually surprised this happened and have no clue what his problem with me is since in one video he literally answers a question from me and then says "This is someone I respect." What a weirdo if he did indeed block me so that my comments do not appear, yet they look like they are on his video comments on my end. I used incognito to check and none of them appeared. Does anyone see them? I bet you don't.

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