gOOD Morning, this is my Kriptonite

Without getting into much detail this morning as my mind needs some sleep after trying to find a malware spyware bandit on my computer, most of the previous night, I was asked in a chat, just what melts my feelings to get me soft and attracts me to a hot looking or even a modestly good looking woman? To which I thought I’d share this with you in breef now and get into it deeper later. My Kriptonite, is simple and to the point;

 Yes it’s really that simple. A gal wanting my attention or affection, only needs to dangle these on these > in front of me and my entire mind is at her command.

Because I just> .

TTYLY

 

Should have but didn’t

Earlier this evening I got a call from a person that used to be at least as far as I was concerned, a good friend. The call came from a once member of the Knytes, who was ousted due to failure to perform duty. JAG jargon calls it a Article 82 offense, we just call it lack of loyalty.

The Knytes is above all, a performance minded organization. If your not going to do your duty to the club when asked, makes no matter as to if you paid dues or not, but your out.

So Joe, called and was interested in being reinstated. I said I couldn’t do that on my own that it was up to the club officers. The bottom line is, nothing personal Joe, but you had a chance, you were a prospect, but you never did what you said you were going to do. Maybe someday that fence can be mended , but not today.

Another message I got was from one of our members in Boise, while he understands the structure, he said aren’t you leaning a bit on getting these new hires, to let you put lips to toes in nylon hose? My response is simple. I’d rather make a mistake on a TV ad for Highway Hooker Toewing, than I would on an ad or promo for the club. More over there’s a shoot on deck for the 30th of March. Our photohog Anita is coming down from Nebraska to shoot some promo pics for the website and TV ad. If I’m to be kissing some gals toes to make this> into this> I’d like to be able to rehearse the pose or whatever, or if she feels funny doing that come up with something she’s comfortable with that’s similar. Not wait until a couple of days to the shoot or the shoot itself.

That’s why I’m pushing on that, yet Britt and or her friend has yet came to the Wolf’s Den here, wearing socks or something that would allow a quick rehearsal. It’s the same thing I tell most. If you can’t take the gig seriously, and at least try something, then don’t hold us up, and look elsewhere. Its time to crap or get off the toilet. It’s the same situation I’m going through with the bastards who own this bar and grill in Evanston called Lotty’s that we are looking to put the Reaper in. For the amounts they want for it, you’d think they’d get off the John to get things rolling. Given the condition, few if anyone at the rental and restoration costs are going to go in there with the economy of Evanston being what it is, would buy into it.

On the flip side here we are, and its like getting felt up by a Pentecostal virgin waiting for some serious action but being kept in a holding pattern. The search for a new location starts next Monday.

Any mile , Britt and her friend was to come over at 10:00PM , but I don’t think they’re going to make it, so I’m going to get ready to get to bed as I have a busy day Tuesday.

TTYLY

today was a>

Monday.

new rules at Facebook, might prevent you from sharing or posting to YOUR page

Scanned this article from DigiTrends Online, about the new rules of Facebook TOS and what can be posted and what will be removed. Guess the idea of free speech and rights to post what YOU want as opposed to the wants of the great majority are not the same thing. Two thoughts come up there, one if you don’t post anything except what YOU feel is appropriate on YOUR page, it is after all YOUR page or your Timeline. It is after all that of which you have invited your friends to view, so it should be up to you, not Facebook. Your so called Facebook have two choices, read and enjoy, or defriend you and ignore. It’s up to them. After all your not posting to a community bulletin board, your posting to Your friends on YOUR Timeline on your newsfeed on your Page.

The new restrictions are no bare butts, jugs, or infinite discussions of serious sexual encounters. Really? That means you can put up a photo like this> however you can’t post something like this> even though her butt is in nylons.

You can post this> or this> however not this> or this> Freedom of expression is no longer welcome at Facebook.

Gotta say our Britt, her attire today was inviting and just about enough to where if she would have just whispered , she’d have had me. However as friendly as I may be, there’s albeit thin, but a line where I’m boss her, employee. I just wish just once , without me even asking , that she offer me her toes so she can do this> to make this> There must be some goofy reason, women of all ages either don’t want to show their toes, or allow someone to play around them. I wish someday somebody would explain to me one time why.

One thing of operations that came up when I suggested, that Britt start to write articles etc for the printed version of HazzardAyre, that she didn’t write well. If one can’t write a blog post, or gather information to write articles, how is she going to gather information and write program radio copy for air delivery? How is she going to be a journalist? As well as a broadcaster.

In closing no toe smooch, but still working on it.

TTYLY

Hope your not still sleeping

Do you do your sidework?

When in doubt watch those getting it done, more importantly can YOU do it better?

Each weekend I watch TV, not just the Disney Channel. Sure the entertainment channels are sort of entertaining, and yes during ratings sweeps, the cable and other broadcast channels run the good stuff, but too, the informational news channels. For me in our industry I watch anything to do with toewing.

The Weather Channel, runs this series called Highway through Hell , that is a real to life expose of a large tow company in Canada. I watch to see if and how they do recoveries. They call them Heavy Rescue calls, and sometimes I’ll think, dang I never thought of doing it that way, or chute I’d never do that, that way. But I learn something all the time.

Which brings me to a slight off camber subject that has again came into the view.

Any time the club starts flexing its muscle, people think that my company, even me is paying for what ever it is. Few understand that I am but a instrument of the club. My company is very small , sure we do as a company make okay money, but 90% of what we make goes back into the company. I’m grateful to have 7 great franchise owner/managers, that keep the wheels turning so that we’re earning, but just because its been a great number of great people that have stood by me and are my other extended family.

Even so, what the Knytes-of-Anarchy and the AyreWolvez do, is not directly if at all connected to what AyreWolf Aviation/Highway Hooker Toewing does. They are two distinct and separate entities. That albeit I manage both only one I own, the other is due to my membership in the other and the duty, that I perform due to loyalty, and brotherhood. Just because the Knytes have deep pockets does not mean I do. My resources are few and are stretched tighter than a undersized pair of leotards on a fat woman. This subject came up the other day when a near associate asked and texted our new hire asking questions. Like if he has this kind of money why does his rides look so old? Simple they are MY rides, not the club. Sure I’d like to have the big money that the club does, but too , did anyone think, that’s why any documents or payment things has to me mailed by snail mail, to club HQ in California to get paid, rather than just me paying bills out of my pocket.

I guess no body looks up or does their homework any more.

Now why is it that the toew trucks and all of that are not here and the drag out of the location of Hazzard County Choppers? Reason, when I unplugged from Twin Falls in 2014 to Ogden, it was not to erect nor to operate my companies in either Utah and or Wyoming. It was simply to re-establish HazzardAyre Radio/TV in Ogden now Woods Cross Utah and here in Evanston.

The reason one sees meager furnishings here, in the quarters I reside in, here in Evanston, is due to the fact that I came here, to fire a radio station, not relocate or extend HCC/Highway Hooker Toewing. Bottom line I hate in all too many ways , Evanston Wyoming. I hate the backwards mindset, the clannish, cliquish , and yes I’ll say it retarded methodology. I hate being around so many doubting Thomas’ and arrogant Betty’ , disbelieving , none thinkers, willing to bring them out of the box, into obscure or left field ideas. Of all the types of business’ here what I hear mostly is, we need a good long range radio station here. We want our Own TV station here, reporting WYOMING news, not that from Utah. And yet our city councils and so on spends lotsa money promoting things on UTAH TV stations and radio stations.

Now let’s get back on course here.

The concept that the Knytes-of-Anarchy is a motorcycle club is only about 10% accurate. The Knytes are more a commercial long haul heavy duty truck enthusiasts group. That is together to share our affection of old skool trucking, the legacy of and admiration of trucking’s yesteryear, and hopefully move that old skool to whit the Knytes-of-Anarchy will be reverting back to its original name as the Rode Knytes Association this fall. The other half of the organization is the Toew Bro’s Association which is us who love our old style but able custom painted , themed , tricked out toew trucks.

If it were up to the organization, The Reaper, would just be GearHeads, and become a truck stop, rather than anything else.

The membership of the clubs are spread out all over Wyoming. Wyoming’s main body of the Knytes is located in Rock Springs, Afton, and Jackson Hole. Not, let me REPEAT, NOT EVANSTON. Ever since the all night progressive attitude of Evanston changed about the time the oil and natural gas wells pulled up and out of here, our membership pretty much decided that Evanston was a place to be avoided. The only reason the radio station is being constructed here is that community of I-80/84 out here that has no or a very small voice. If it were not for that the radio station would be going up somewhere in southeastern Idaho, like Bancroft or Montpelier. There are people there including my next of kin that would make that work. As far as the Reaper, that’s in the clubs hands. As soon as I get the paperwork on it, and it can be voted on, that will happen, but only on the heels of the success or lack of , of the radio station. After all, if we can’t get the right amount of eye candy or ear candy for the radio station, how the hell are we going to get 20 hot bodies to tend bar, serve food etc? After all , its one thing to pay $250.00 a month for a near turnkey spot for the radio station, its another to be raking out $2,500.00 a month and all that money, that requires to run an all out trucker/biker/aviator bar/cafe. As far as my company, if I were to add on a new set of locations, it’d be either Montpelier or Bancroft/Grace Idaho, not Evanston Wyoming.

Any mile more this afternoon, but with all the interviews of new hires, I have yet to have one or two, come in, and me smooch, or examine toes. for> to make> maybe Britt and or her friend will do that today.

TTYLY

Your never alone there is a Father who loves you

 

Our new hire prospect Britt is having guy problems. As little a space of time ago, I was having lady problems. It seemed as many ladies I met at the model auditions and all I never could connect with. More over even when I did go to church steady, I had the difficult problem making the he and she connection. I felt it was me. I got told I looked everything from creepy, or a predator or worse. I was even at a point, that I thought of tattooing that on my forehead. As much as I held my heart out on my sleeve, as nice as I was to all too many ladies seemed once they used what was in my wallet or somehow decided like my hillbilly lifestyle, although prosperous, was not for them. My heart would get stomped on, my soul got broke, and several times I looked at committing suicide. Why live? After all I have done everything one can do in life, from broadcasting, flying, trucking, toewing I had lived and was in the company of celebrities and Government leaders, but I felt the most comfort on two wheels with a few guys from the club. Even the few gals that are in the club, I never could quite connect with. Sure we’d party , even sexually , but never anything Permanente.

I had put away the LDS Church due to many abuses, and began having our own services. What I found was I was never really alone. I had my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ always within my arms reach. If I needed a shoulder, he was there.

After my last marriage which brought me here to Evanston the first time around in 1995, I had been used as a magic carpet ride to escape from an abusive husband, but once she had tasted some freedom she left me. Sure I tried to win her back, but that final thing at Legal Tender here in Evanston, when her new guy pal, put his hand on her lap and she had her hand on mine, I just said, no more. So I began leading a more humble, basic life. I drive rides that look like they are falling apart, although mechanically sound, I live in a modest home, and I don’t dress in threads that make me look like anything but what I am. The more humble I live, the more blessed I am through Jesus Christ. All my rides are paid for, just about all I have I own, and outside of the goof of the radio gear that My ward is helping me recover and a few utility bills, I’m pretty much debt free. Which all church leaders say is what we should work towards.

I only get super depressed around Thanksgiving, Christmas, the rest of the time, I have just accepted that my Heavenly Father has me running this race of life alone, is just his plan. This does not mean that if the right lady stepped in and said I’m yours, whether it be our prospect , even with the age gap, or someone else. I wouldn’t say no. But I’m not actively hunting a gal. Why? Because I have Jesus Christ, I have my friends and both sisters and brethren at our Ward, I have the love and help , but mostly the brotherly love of a caring Bishop. Mostly I have the love and support, of my Heavenly Father, and when it comes to the he & she thing, when my Heavenly Father determines its my time up on the batting plate again for that, My Heavenly Father will bring someone into my picture. But I have the the faith and put that in his hands, he’s doing the driving, I’m just riding second seat, so I don’t stress over it.

As far as Britt; out of the 50k membership, of the Knytes, there is 10k that is in Britt’ age group, she in time can have her choice, so in reality, she’s not fully alone.

I have learned, that when I’m depressed, when I feel lost, when I feel stressed and especially feeling lonely, I just open my Bible and my Book Of Mormon, and very rapidly, I’m no longer stressed, alone, depressed anything. A special peace from the Holy Ghost comes into my body and mind, and I gain courage to go on.

In closing, we are only alone, if we choose to be, there are people out there if we just open our arms and put down the shields, more over we are only alone, when we close our Bibles, and ignore Heavenly Father.

TTYLY

Kountry Thinkin

There’s certain ways of thinkin, one is the way city folk think. Yuck, don’t make me hurl, most city or urban types, are about as useful as a screen door on a submarine. Or there is the Southern Kountry way of thinkin that is the most intelligent so we’re going to examine this from that point.

Many members of the Knytes and a few around this little berg called Evanston Wyoming, gotta say Wyoming since there’s several Evanston’s around the Union.

But certain folks that think or are ah thinkin, I’m pineing for this new hire, Britt> Which is absolutely absurd. There is no way under God’s sky that I’d be tripping over her. Now if she was say 20 to 30 years older, sure. But as it is she’s just a great person that I happen to like and that now works for the club, as my Production Assistant. Past that, she’s just neat to go have coffee, with or just shoot shit. Likewise , I’m still in charge here, she messes up too much or doesn’t do as requested, like any employee she’ll be discharged faster than a one eyed gunny sergeant. But she’ll still be a dear friend, and an intern. Mostly friend.

So all of you grow the frig up, I’m not in lust or love with this young hire, but she is a Lady of the Knytes and should be treated with the respect and honor that, that title deserves nuff said.

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