Reaper Chronicles Don't lie about me and I wont tell the truth about you.

 

Ya gotta hand it to, Telecoms and Internet. They charge outrageous rates and don't give you much in return. You'd think that they'd have at least 1 idiot salesperson there that knows broadcast engineering or at least well into the needs of a radio station. Especially now with tons of podcasts, zoom, and so on, give me the heavy horsepower background that I need, or just say at the beginning, that won't work in this endeavor. Not a big song and dance, installation, through winter, people freezing to run wire, oops fiber, to the building, me having to rake out $1,000.00 to install the router and all, only to find that I'm still having broadband issues. Fix the damn thing, get it to doing what intend on using it for, then I'll be happy as being alone in a mirrored Harlots bed with Salena Gomez. As it is can't do much of my shows, let alone a LIVE one, That big settlement that we end up with, from them, and I can run PMT, and payout to expand their network to us. 

Okay, and I have no reason to deny or make clear, that the succulent, musky scents and textures of feet, especially in nylons isn't a rapid turn-on. I couldn't ever date or be much attracted to a woman, not into phoote worship. However, that being said. Seems that women are more protective of their hind paws, even to the point that one can play with every other damn thing, but reach for her lower limbs and they tag you as creepy. Bear or not. Now then, I have no idea where it started. The only thing I can figure is somewhere in my childhood, some hot mama, walked into my sphere, I got aroused and the craving continues. It was 1984 when after a prank by the lone Tonto, of the Knytes, commissioned YESCO signs to put up a billboard with my expose~ of le phoote. I was able to work into the ads etc, of the Hazzard Garage/Hazzard Choppers, for our towing outfit, SpeedToew, that I was able to get my thrill through the action. I have known about 6 gals that we rather I have worked with that thought nothing of it. Most however panic and make it out for more than what it really was. But that's not the point. Yesterday when I went to snag coffee at Java here in Tweaker Flatts, Idaho, that some gal was commenting on that skuzz that had to unload all over FB about my exploits. The thing is the one she just had to show that off with, didn't mind it at all, in fact, it was part of the gig, and it worked fine. She gave permission. Yet here's this gal that has no butt, goggle glasses, and nearly wearing a T-Shirt. Really, here I am properly attired, yet she bitches at me for digging pheete, yet she ain't hardly wearing nuthin, in a place that sells food and coffee brews. Really? And I'm the asshole? Oh well.

Okay overnight and been doing this on-again/off-again FB thing with this gal named Sarah. She looks great for a country model for the Club's visual activities. Now it's not really all that much to send her airfare, to come to see us and get into our groove, but how do I know, if I sent her bread or the ticket, that she'd really show up? I remember last year that Charlene, from Texas(so she said) that took photos from a website for some porn chick, used them for her own, so I was really into that and her. Daily phone calls, and so on. I thought hey this might damn well be the one. Until some ryders on an FB group said to do a Google Reverse photo scan. I did, found out that she was not her in the photo. By the end of it, $500.00 later, that A; she didn't live in Texas, at least not where she said she did, and two, found it was some jerk, in Indiana posing as a gal, who let it slip, her real email addy. Some Wolf-style sniffing, and over time got my money back, but the hell that put me through was the shits. As for me on a personal point. I don't like super size 3 women. I want meat on those bones. Remember PoohBear? She wasn't no, skinny mini at all. I really loved that woman. Sure we fought a lot, due to her severe insecurity complex, but I never cheated or strayed one iota. And I had many opportunities to do so. She had accused me of one with Angel Wolf, so bad she barked and snarled on Athea, that her mother had to change her phone number. The next one that was sorta getting there was TJ, thing was TJ over there in Burley when I resided there. TJ had a great hot misty white Camaro, I dug the car. The thinking was to get close to TJ, get the car for a real low price. Again PoohBear bitched. Of course there was Alex 

at Denny's over there, but at the time, we were just very great friends. She gave me a better than Senior discount and that was that. Although I could have turned up the heat there. I mirror my Mom & dad's relationship. Sure they fought, a lot, mostly disagreements on crops, or equipment on the farm. Likewise a bunch over me, but divorce or anything similar was never in the cards. They both loved each other dearly, they spent summers together, which is why summers, I spent in Alabama as well as in Georgia, at one of or the other of my Dad's 5 brothers. That's how the Dixie thing became inbred in my soul. When I get with a lady, I'm hers, and hopefully, she is mine. I don't like dating or relationship games. 

Mike Parkhurst the original, publisher of Overdrive Magazine when I was Head Prezz, of the ITA in Idaho, here, published something from which he was in a scrap, with some other big truck trade mag. He said it simple to him during the 1982 big rig driver strike, " Don't lie about me, and I won't tell the truth about you." Maybe gals at coffee shops, won't bitch about my obsession with toes in nylons when they themselves wear revealing T-shirts. 

See ya'll at 18:00 that's 6:00 PM mountain standard time for the Saturday edition of Reaper Radio. On; ayrewolffm.com (*)

Here's an idea, A coffee shop that sold, a real plain cup of coffee for a dollar.

 

So was sitting here at the Wolf's Lair with a few Knytes and WolfPack Members talking about just junk, when I thought, I want a cup of mud. So I footed it over to JavaCoffee and Cafe. Had a snarl from the skuzzy that I thought was hip, but turns out to be a drip dip, still being plagued by that one skuzz, that auditioned for a pinup, that developed a serious attitude. She spread all kinds of manure, about me, the club, don't worry her day will arrive. Revenge is a meal served very cold. So then after getting my Irish Cream Latte, for $5.29 I thought what about a coffee shop, in our parts room, the main idea? 

Sometimes you just want a plain old-fashioned cup of heavy-weight coffee. No whipped cream or sissy shit, just some grand old 100-mile sea. Install that in our parts room, open early in the AM and serve great coffee, with a malt shop style atmosphere. Seems these days everyone I know wants to keep me quiet, but the fact is; I tell the truth, no matter how it hurts. I won't shut up when it comes to ANYONE, that speaks badly of the Knytes or and especially the WolfPack. Both of which would take a bullet for me and the other way around. That slice of the hand and dripping into that candle bowl and some of the other things that seals members together is as sacred as God himself. When it comes to the WolfPack, I flew into combat which was in defense of a nation and a military that is drowning in this WOKE, and LGBTQ stuff. I want to see a real Marine Corps, that is tough that can still do PT, and Make it the top of their list of life's priorities. In my world its LexiBelle, my truck, The UCSMC, My Unit, HMH466/VMA214, and the WolfPack/Knytes. Past that I don't give a rat's ass. Okay this Nylon foot thing, I want to put this to rest right now. So what I like the smells, texture, and thrills of caressing a ladies hind paws, but it started in the business, as just one of way so many other things. What started as a prank by a Knytes member in 1984, and has lasted to today as a trademark, is just that. For some odd unknown reason, the concept comes over as a bit creepy, to some around here. The sitch is simple. It's a comedy bit, that turned into an interview test and screening tool, as well as the tow syde of the company's trademark. No more, no less, but the immaturity, of some of the local women here and a fraction of the region I live, oops, reside in. I have known five maybe 6 applicants that didn't get a spooky creepy look on their face or some sort of conniption fit. So be working on that. The Knytes are looking into another facility, down town Tweaker Flatts, Idaho. A bit closer to PMT's service area, the thing is after the 16th, this disaster called CenturyLink/Lumen has far exceeded any return on investment, so the Club is dumping them. As far as me, looking at Evanston real hard, as well as a few spots in Utah. What we want and need to do, is just not here, the human resources are not here, trained labor force as far as drama, acting, modeling, etc isn't here. However, and I'll expand on this, this afternoon on the show, been getting more traffic for HCC, and SpeedToew, Toewing. So looking at what I can do there. After Sturgis, and starting school, in Cedar City, Utah, after that I'll look into where I'm planting seed. My seed. 

So does it seam to you that Peacock, Hulu, and the rest, don't load or play very well? Might be the fact, of the medium, bandwidth I have as well as follow-through, with CenturyLink/Lumen. No matter how many techs, service guys they send, if the dillweeds, at their Boise plant don't turn up the volume of my connection to what was originally ordered running 5 computers on the same server, same fiber line, and where is that dedicated service? Anymyle, need to snag some shut-eye, see ya'll this afternoon on SpeedWrench Radio, on ayrewolffm.com, and KNYT FM 93.3 Hazzard Idaho. 

ttyl

Giving up is hard to do, but there are times when the odds are against you and its time for a change of environment

 

I truly hate having to hang up my hat and say, I've reached the end. Face it, where I reside, your either in farming, or a business that caters to agriculture. Much past that forget it. While years ago here in Tweaker Flatts, Idaho, it wasn't that bad. Many here never feared or feared much about doing things out of the AG box. By a close parallel, once Idaho, had a great Film Commission. They rolled out the big red rug and said why don't ya'll make a movie here. Boise State, University, had a vo-tech program for broadcasting or at least learning broadcast basics. Now granted there has been a few fraudsters, that came to Tweaker Flatts, and one did a agency/school, took hundreds of thousands of dollars to get their sweet nothings in front of a camera. The local community college here College of Southern Idaho used to have a great drama class where you could attain, stand-in's walk-ons for a film. Or even hire on-air radio people from. Of course then, unlike now, there was true to life LIVE radio. Station's didn't bunch together like sheep, and voice track nearly all if not all their programming from such areas as Boise, or syndicated programming. Of course, too, there is the not so much no touchy-feely, fear, from many of them would, could be on-air jocks, or actors. But once you have sweated, put so much money into one thing, only to not get exactly what you originally ordered, and the internet bill hits the $5k, mark. Plus the landlord here, albeit a nice guy and all, is frustrated for little to no rent, plus his developing team wants to bulldoze this building so what do you do? Look locally? Perhaps there's office space downtown, but where to hang your hat and snooze? The main reason, I have not been as diligent, in recovering LexiBelle and start going towing again, and the fact my bank account is still in Wyoming is that this deal was to be 1 maybe 2 years at the most. Come here, get a facility, engineer the facility, hire and train qualified people to run it, then get my scronnie little butt out of here, back to Evanston, or even perhaps Metro-Utah somewhere. As far as my connection, to things Hazzard, that connects with HazzardAyre Aviation restoration and repair. While many requests for services for Hazzard County Choppers and all has been often enough, without all or most of my tools that were stolen from me by a former landlord, as well as the BIG box in Etown, can't do that. So I as of noon today stepped off the Knytes officership and took over as full-time XO of The WolfPack. I take more medications now than I ever did before, when residing in Both ETown as well as Layton Utah, I have been in the hospital 13 times for my bleeding ulcer. My diabetes has gotten worse. But discovered an attorney in my Ward here, so doing a major throttle suit with both CenturyLink.Lumen, as well as The Cook Brothers in Jerome, for right at a million $,s a piece. Anyway, that's my day, going in to hit the hay and see ya'll Tuesday, at 05:00. Until then.

How damn dumb do you need to be? Do you need a brick outhouse to fall on you? Shysh,

 

How damn dumb must you be? Try to explain to Tech companies like Google or Microsoft, that you reside and work in IDAHO, not UTAH? You simply can't. Their GPS, territory detects you Internet service, and your seen by TECH as being somewhere miles away from where you really are. Why can't they get it down to an exact science? Even GPS guiding systems, have no clue to where you want to go, and how to get there. This is Teck progress? Can't prove it by me. The Corps, and my parents mainly my Dad always said, Do it right or don't do it at all. Simply Tech is not progressing it's more like regressing. Saw on Facefart that Maximum Overdrive's FB page is catching some attention. It's not bad of course, but why. I often wonder why people who are haulers of any kind, that are over 50 years old, don't know or remember the truckers publication Overdrive, or Mike Parkhurst, creator of both The Independent Truckers Association, of which we absorbed as the Iron Knytes, or the honeys that adorned the publication Overdrive each month. Mike took Overdrive to a pride supported, by us who own and operate our trucks as both as a addiction, as well as a vocation. Featuring smartly sweetened models, posing with those trucks, 

Which is where this old High Octane Canine of the Interstate, started in this world of talent acquisition. I grew up with grease under my fingernails, not a girly guy sitch, that seems to be rampant. But Mike did it, and we followed suit, but rather than just heavy haulers, we wanted to include specialty rigs like tow trucks, 

Why not? In 1998-1/2, We started doing something called Klassik Hookers(tow-trucks) and Haulers, 

with extra cheesecake posing with those trucks. True we have went a bit overboard with the stocking toew smooch thing, but still, the project was created, and is a video gig we do each year. On Maximum Overdrive, it was not a movement to step on the movie by the same name. In 1999, we as a the ONLY western, Mountain Western Truckers radio network/station, took on a few syndicated programs being sent to stations, to air, produced by Overdrive Magazine. Great, so it was right at the point of relocation to our still our studios in Buhl, Idaho. So we took out of our toolbox, Dixie Diesel/Maximum Overdrive Radio. Over the years Dixie Diesel was dropped from the title of the show. to just Maximum Overdrive. That still is aired weekly from Saturday into very Early Sunday. Now with that, I have been asked about the thing of the go-go boots. Before I found things Hazzard County, Bro(aka Ace of Spades-Bro) and I was building a mini semi truck. to follow in suit, we wanted a manikin, dressed like the car hops on the movie the Hollwood Knights, 

we had the shorts and halter T, but not the boots. So what did we do? found some in Paul Idaho, at East Minico Junior High. Across the street, was a member Tracy Tollman, who was going on an LDS Mission, needed to unload a car, not just any car, but the Gen. Lee, 

the rest is all history. So in honor of that, we collect old pairs of go-go, boots to include in our club HQ as a tribute from which and what we started as and with. 

As I close and this applies here. The system is working a bit better, but not anywhere near what it ought to be or what we ordered. I met with our attorneys yesterday and documents are being prepped to be served on Lumen/Century-Link) within the next month or so. But did they need to have a brick outhouse fall on them to realize, that all the stuff that was installed in our equipment room, But as Jesus said, and we always feel, Forgive them, Father, for they Know what They do. 

Headed for bed, see ya'll overnight on ayrewolffm.com 

Can I just kick some Butt, or do I need to Wait. As I say, Confederates and Jesus have one thing in common, we ask God to be merciful, for Yankees Know not what they do.

 

Wanted to be in your ears overnight but dear sweet Lumen/CenturyLink, is slower than molasses. Can't run more than one computer at a time, this sitch has been ongoing since it started. How can one big ass'd company have its ass up its head so far as they seem to be scraping the backs of their teeth from inside out. What do I see here? A company that had troubles to begin with, that seems to not gives a mules rear end, especially commercial accounts. Now they know that there is a sitch that, they messed up the account. A connection that should have long ago been 1g that someone screwed the pooch, and limited us a 50/50. A 50/50, does not need 

all of this, to function, the system was built on the concept of 1G. How can they get this wrong? Two small Armies of techs, and all marched through here all last fall, into mid-January. They wondered why I did not pay the bill and why the WolfPack is a bit skittish even now to do so. Why? Simple Lumen/CenturyLink, did not do what they promised. So I'm looking into other providers and options. Plus filing a lawsuit, way above their normal arbitration procedure. So we may end up being off the air for a time. Basic business, a very serious breach of contract. Hey if I can't make money consistently, then they don't money from us. Should have just held off, paid SparkLight/Cable-One, and been done with it. Like 

Dear Father in Heaven, looking down on Yankees, Forgive them Lord for they know not what they do.

Yellowstone Theme Song by Brian Tyler 🎵Beautiful Montana Landscape (HD) ...

If you haven't seen this series, your missing something. The series is called Yellowstone, it's about a land war in Montana, although 80% of it is filmed in Utah viva Utah's Film Commission. I did a marathon, binge watch of this series' 3 first episodes/seasons, it took my breath away in a good way. It's perfectly cast, and for the most part accurate. There was a few scenes during the first episode, like a new born calf, that had to be pulled, and yet no afterbirth. Really? Guess some city-bred writer, had never seen that. Oh well, hooray for Hollywood. Kevin Costner stars as the main character. With that said, maybe Hollywood will revisit some classic migration policies and area fights for land that is not Native American's or White people's the land is its own. And it alone will determine who uses it for its benefit, not man, Only God himself will see to that. Such movies and such that I think of here, is Big Sky, by A.B. Guthrie. Such a treasure of a novel, that takes the reader into the world of the ancient Mountain Men, Who made friends with the western frontier, to survive. There was a film made on this book 

and yet no film company or network has seen fit, to reboot that film. It ought to be. I bought all three of the books to this saga, and curl up on Sundays after my radio show and read, sometimes re-read them. Take a gander of Yellowstone on NBC. You'll shoot yourself if ya'll don't as it is that good. See ya'll this evening after church.

Just because the Full moon is out, and the dark replaces Light, Don't mean everyone is sleeping, some folks are working.

 

Had a great day off the toils of commerce for a day, all day. Did a heap amount of sleeping and thinking. Now in that heap amount of sleeping did an even more amount of dreamin, a heap amount. I always wonder if anything we as humans dream has any significance. Or for that matter of meaning at all. Sometimes, nah hell, most of the time it's more like a cosmic flight through chemistry transferring electro waves throughout our cranium. During several Christmas stories, one says that the three, fellers visiting old Scrooge in Scrooge's thinking was a bit of none processed food, causing visions. Now I used to wonder when I'd listen to the many stories my Uncle Dell, used to tell me when I was a very lonely solo wolf-pup, one was when he'd see Grandma Sant, walking in his room, when he was a sleeping. I thought Uncle Dell had a few too many barley pops after milking chores were over. Bout, that time when I had a seriously mean fever of near 110, in convulsions, and all, that I asked out of my lips, that if God was real, please make yourself known to me as he did with Smith. Well, I did see the light and felt God's presence, yet I chaulked it off to the fever. See as a Wolf-Pup, I had a sitch anatomically, that my red corpuscles, fought my white corpuscles, thus just about every virus or sickness one could get as a kid, I got. I got to the point that seeing a needle was grounds for combat. Wasn't until, Ms. Hatch of the daycare I went to, whose daughter, of, and niece, of Senator Hatch of Utah, had the same shit. So over to an old country doc in Farmington Utah, and got a fun shot. (it wasn't all that funny). Gamma Goblin, was the medicine, and by age 7 maybe 8 everything started turning around, and I was at least body wise for the most part cured. Fast forward, to age 16, just got my DL, was okay, but the seriousness, of my craving for synthetic leggings, was grounds for a heap amount of Doctors to send me to a place up in Lewiston Idaho, where I rediscovered my love for broadcasting at Lewiston High School, where(don't know why there aren't more of these in schools throughout the state)They had a high school, radio station. I spent every day every 3rd hour on the air. I was at the time the only licensed jock on that station. Yes back then you had to get a license. FCC 3 Permit, Broadcast endorsement 9. Which when I took the test spent maybe 45 minutes, past 100%, and in 3 weeks had that license.; (still do). But there was a few mongrel mutts of druggies who did not like me well and had to drive me off the highway near Horshoe Bend Idaho at what was Bread Loaf Curve, Idaho Highway 55. I saw a cop behind me, next I saw 3.5 weeks later at St. Al's in Boise, was three Missionaries. Now, this relates as since then although I can't recall all of it, but I see things that will happen. I saw the place I resided in, in Glenn's Ferry Idaho(hope I never have to reside there again.) Bastards, go there, try to refyre the local airport there, got kicked in the groin for doing so. Any mile, I see many things, in the future. Mostly personal things, but things of people I know. I see places that should be, places to be resurrected, like Strevelle Idaho, nothing there now, but was, and could be again(yes planning on it, it'll be called Hazzard Idaho). But I think we have seen and saw much of what was, and what I've seen coming in the not too distant future. Like our Native American's who were drove off their land, by some and I say this with remorse and all my northern ancestors. We need to preserve this land as it was, not as we think it should be. As such I'm here tonight, proclaiming, a run for public office as Governor of the State of Idaho, on the Confederate National Party platform. Not bragging, but there is not one single person living in our state, that has walked, driven, flown, horse rode, the State of Idaho, All the state of Idaho, more than I have. I have seen metro Idaho, I have seen rural Idaho, and I have seen, felt, ate, and slept, under these Idaho skies more than I have. Again I'm not bragging just stating a fact. When Idaho herself cries I feel, it. And between Californian's, Mormons, and a heap amount of others that invaded our state, except for the rare imports from dixie, that created the townships of Dixie, Idaho 

Add to that Atlanta Idaho, as well as the Confederate Star Silver Mine, 40 miles from Mountain Home Idaho in what was the Rocky Bar Mining Complex, 1870's or so. 

 But that's just historical fact. Everything else outside influence that has entered this state, has caused major catsasstrophies. My way, kick 'em out, leave it alone. Idaho is too damn beautiful to be messing with. Few can argue with the beauty of both an Idaho sunrise or sunset, especially flying. 2,000 feet, 200mph, and those sweet burning scenes. Or camping out at Red Fish Lake, where the White rock of the beaches and abundant big mouth bass fist, Catfish, and delicious Crawdad's are found, yummy. Most people hear about Idaho, because of some damn big calamity. In real life, the real breathtaking scenes here are never seen. Why? Simple, and the same goes for Montana. BTW, Did you know that the TV series Yellowstone, is really filmed in Utah? Park City, and surrounding areas? Yup, why because Utah, has what few other neighboring states including Idaho and Montana, and that is a serious Film Commission. Nobody is throwing out the welcome mat to Hollywood, to film in Idaho. Or Montana or Wyoming. The last big doins that way as far as Wyoming was Jackson Hole, and that was a dingy film, then came the one with Paul Walker, just before he started the Fast And Furious Franchise. If I'm elected Governor, the Idaho Film Commission will be one of my priorities. Those few weeks a serious or film is shot in a location is an economic boom, for the areas they are in, everything from the construction of sets requiring lumber and building materials, lodging, food employment for locals as walk-ons, and extras on those films, I have experienced that in Utah and there is no damn reason that can't happen here. I saw while back a switcheroo, between our Lt. Governor and current Governor(what an idiot), one says masks off, but Little says Masks on. Really? Damn it all to hell, its tourist season. Take the masks off. The lists of things that could and should be here in our real GEM state, is so long its too long for a blog post. So I howl about that 

What I will say, is I love this state and territory. While I may be out of state starting in August going to Mountain Rescue Flying school, in Cedar City Utah, the thing is I'm always fighting for this state, and the natural beauty of it, and I'll be damn if I'm going to allow those not born in it, to tell ones of us who or what to do by converts to our Idaho homeland. Now to roll this in for a final. 

Now onto the subject of the AyreWerx Radio Gig.

While I'd love to be inside your juke box radios every night thing is I fly during the day, maintain my ayrecraft in the Evenings, and if I can find the awake hours at least for me, I am pooped. While I'd love to have Squadron 

Here to help 9 out of the 10 of our grouping is currently deployed in the lovable South Pacific. Thus, not here. The other cat that was in is in the hospital for terminal cancer screenings, but one helluva ayre-mechanic. That all said, this old war wolf, is in trying to maintain transmitter things on top Juniper Mountain, which is sweet to fly to, but that's the only way I can get up there. Additionally, there are duties that I have to split between the Iron Knytes, The Hazzard Knytes, and the WolfPack 

that don't leave much time in my day to be on air. Likewise, with Lumen not keeping their part of our transmission system, namely NOT the FIBER 1 Gig, thing, that was put in over November to January this year. Added to that my health. Doc. House, tells me to hit the rack at early morning, (can't sleep at night, it's both squadron stuff plus inner workings of toewing for so long) I simply sleep. Medications kills my energy level. But I try very hard to get inside your entertainment box inside your cockpit or hot rod. That said. Show if I can get there at 06:00. 

Stay tuned.