The Atlantic‘s Graeme Wood recently visited Sam Harris to fight him using Brazilian jiu-jitsu (BJJ). I won’t say who wins, but this paragraph was just eye-opening:
Harris thinks about violence more than almost anyone else I have ever met. After our BJJ encounter, we went to a Korean restaurant on Beverly Boulevard, where he tried to explain his obsession with self-defense—including not just BJJ but also guns (he has several stashed strategically around his house) and physical force generally. He said that the response to his first book, The End of Faith: Religion, Terror, and the Future of Reason, published in 2004, had led to concern for the security of his wife and, more recently, his daughter, who is 4 years old. He asked me not to say where he lives. “People’s craziness has no expiration date,” he said. “I don’t know when someone is going to discover that thing I said about Islam or Christianity or Ayn Rand on YouTube seven years ago and decide that it’s a killing offense.”
Harris wrote about his obsession with BJJ a year ago on his website.
I could probably beat him in Mortal Kombat, though.