Archive for February, 2011

Real Men #4: Mirko ‘Cro-Cop’ Filipovic

Posted in Real Men with tags , , , , , on February 27, 2011 by Jarrod Boyle



“Right leg hospital; left leg cemetery.”

Mirko Filipovic has been a member of the Croatian anti-terrorist police unit, a top-tier K1 heavyweight and then, a successful transitioner into Pride, the toughest of MMA fighting organisations. He was also a member of Croatian parliament from 2003 through to 2007.

What a man.


"Talent is a Species of Vigour."

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on February 27, 2011 by Jarrod Boyle

I did my final four years of high school at Melbourne Grammar. Whenever I hear the song ‘Know your Enemy’ by Rage Against the Machine, it takes me back to wearing  the blue school uniform, milling around the Old Bluestone:

“Yes I know my enemies,

They’re the teachers who taught me to fight me








the elite 

all of which are American dreams.”

I hated the place. Continue reading

The US Should Invade Libya and Topple Gaddafi

Posted in Journalism, Observation on February 26, 2011 by Jarrod Boyle

Damon Young the Philosopher Gets It

Posted in Kickboxing with tags on February 25, 2011 by Jarrod Boyle

In Defence of Sam De Brito

Posted in Reading with tags , , , , on February 25, 2011 by Jarrod Boyle

In my last post, it may have appeared as if I attacked Sam De Brito. I described his novel The Lost Boys as a “mediocre horror story for women”. I then went on to say he was part of a new wave of Australian authors working to establish themselves with a predominantly female readership through a peculiar combination of obsequiousness and provocation. While I think both comments are true, he writes some terrific posts for his blog, All Men Are Liars. Continue reading

Cormac McCarthy's 'The Crossing'.

Posted in Reading with tags on February 19, 2011 by Jarrod Boyle

“He woke all night with the cold. He’d rise and mend back the fire and she was always watching him. When the flames came up her eyes burned out there like gatelamps to another world.

“A world burning on the shore of an unknowable void. A world construed out of blood and blood’s alkahest and blood in its core and in its integument because it was that nothing save blood had the power to resonate against the void which threatened hourly to devour it.

“He wrapped himself in the blanket and watched her. When those eyes and the nation to which they bore witness were gone at last with their dignity back into their origins, there would perhaps be other fires and other witnesses and other worlds otherwise beheld. But they would not be this one.”

Cormac McCarthy,

The Crossing 


Jarrod Boyle Versus Alistair Overeem

Posted in Journalism, Kickboxing with tags , on February 18, 2011 by Jarrod Boyle

In 2008, I was training at Golden Glory with last year’s K1 World GP champ. Following is the footage of he and I – albeit briefly –  going at it.

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