After a solid four-year run with Lexington's last independent television station, I watched in absolute horror as my beloved WBLU-TV was sold to a faceless corporation that would rather cater to the lowest common denominator than produce quality programming for their core demographic. How impossibly sinister. Independent television is dead! Long live the new flesh! Uh, I mean, best wishes and good luck with your future endeavors.

Tis a sad hour, dear readers, one that finds me cast like a bitter trout into the murky waters known to many as The Bottomless Sea of Unemployment. Jobless and depressed, I sit sadly in my spacious living room with my chirpy Maine Coon, sipping a glass of fine Diet Coke and silently pondering the knowledge I have gained over the past 50 months or so. And while many slices of wisdom have been gathered over that meaty length of time, one bold truth rises above the rest:

Don "The Dragon" Wilson is the man.

If not for our limited budget and a serious lack of alternative programming, I never would have discovered the impossibly entertaining efforts by Gary Daniels, Art Camacho, and the unstoppable Don "The Dragon" Wilson. More importantly, I probably never would have witnessed the 1993 martial arts epic Out for Blood, a film that I can no longer live without. Is it that wonderful, you ask? Of course it is, my inquisitive chum. Of course it is.

The Dragon stars as successful attorney John Decker, a man who is tormented by the loss of his wife and child at the hands of a vicious gang of drug smugglers. Though Decker's family just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, this didn't stop these dope-dealing degenerates from doing awful things to the poor sap's family. Thing is, Decker can't remember much of what happened that night, which is why he spends a large amount of time with his shady psychiatrist, Dr. McConnell. You see, the good doctor seems to think that John suffers from selective amnesia, while others believe that the unfortunate lawyer is just keeping the details to himself.

Regardless of who you believe, Decker's pretty messed up about the whole bloody affair. To alleviate some of the tension and pent up hostility, our hero jogs incessantly and trains his body in the ways of the martial arts, a skill that will come in handy when he's suddenly assaulted by some punk dealer while enjoying a late-night run. Instead of taking his licks and scurrying home to cry about it, Decker unleashes some kung fu madness on his scum-sucking adversaries.