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From the Hazzard County Department of Queers and Snears.

 

So did some work today, but damn little of it. I was up at the right time, but the pain from my solar plexus was so bad that, I was dying, well almost. Why there can't be at least 1 maybe two stores here in Tweaker Flatts, that is open at 03:00 that has Goody's Powders on the shelf, is beyond me. One manager I talked about this to, was saying something along the lines of way too much shrinkage. Really, five-finger discounts are no problem any time of day if you know what the hell you are doing. So once acquiring some Powders, them, Gabbypentin, and a few others, and my pain floated away. The last few weeks in and out of the hospital is really banging me in the face, not too mention, but I will, my cash stash. When 1St Bank Of Wyoming, froze my card I was pissed, but only at first, when I realized that A; I would need a new card and kept the online, just gotta rip it out of my jeans vultures, and once reactivated, only a very few and select online services are going to get my card number. I'm tired of having to dodge my landlord and others to pay rent and such, just because some idiot big corporate outfit things they need my money, more than me. But hell, welcome to my ongoing saga of Twin Falls Idaho, was a waste of money and me. 

Okay then; I titled this of Queers and snears. The reason? I saw a question asked by some dork on Ouora, about when did you stop wearing nylons? Really? Hey, I love nylons and such on a lady, or even a slutty-lady, however, I will not put the damn things on no how, no way. Then there was this Tiktok thing with some tranny, cross-dressing fag, that was telling young children the ABCs and looking worse than Barney the purple dinosaur. We as a planetary society have went way overboard on the gender-manipulation, to the point, no Wonder God is pissed. One because it's morally wrong, and two, if God made us from birth a certain gender, why insult God, by giving him the finger and growing titts. I'd rather be that Aged old dinosaur, Lickalottapuss, rather than queer. It just ain't right. I am a male, a proud male corpuscle, I like wearing jeans, I love the fact I love women, and moreover that I'm not ashamed to be a prime, USDA U.S. Male. I don't cotton, to any queeriness, especially these girly men. I love getting under a hood of a hot rod, I love pounding down brewski's, and just beating my chest like a fearless warrior(yup I am) 

What I cain't stand is some guy that can't even change a flat tire. It ain't where we need to be. This cancel culture, What the hell is that, I ain't canceling nothing. Or this WOKE, or AFTIVA crap. Hey, I'm all for Anarcharism, out of anarchy comes order, what I'm not into was all that total destruction, devastation, and hammering law enforcement. I am probably one of the few that if it came down to it, I'd take a bullet to save a cop's life. I grant you that George Floyd thing was wrong, but rather than letting the albeit crooked, but the justice system handle it, we went bazzerk. Face it friends when we lost the Disney Channel, and those shows in the afternoon our kids got corrupted minds and attitudes. Moreover when teachers and school administrators, stopped using the paddle or yardstick. Our children went sour. 

The show will be on at 06:00, join us then.

Cooter's Bad Ass Journal Entry 1 Who the fuck owns the First TV streaming Channel?

 

I want to ask first here, who the Fuck owns the 1st First TV Network? Now granted they are a near throw away network, trying to be independent, which means in a very short time will be absorbed by a BIG network, like; Laff TV did. Remember, Laff

? Came on, was a huge success, nursed my ass after my stroke in Wyoming, where that sweet Sydney rescued me. That's another story, but Laff was a great network, But; Got consumed by NBC. Now it ain't no how no way Independent. On that subject, when it comes to Independence, The 4th has no real meaning. Now don't say I am none American, I flew into danger as a Marine, but the fact is this nation is no longer America, or even it ain't United. 

When such things as this

happened a year and a half ago, I cried. Everything Southern, Confederate, or love of Dixie was injured, I cried put my fist up, and said this ain't right, and vowed to fight for the cause. See my post on ayrewolvezayreshaq.blogspot.com about that. Getting back to the FirstTV topic, who the hell is in charge of that thing? I love the programming, there, but, when it goes to commercials, it's the same ad, at least 4 damn times. Why? Are they that hard up? I bet they bill those few firms that are advertisers, for every airing, all 4 of them. Come on First TV, if you need help, we'll put our shows up there on their network. Could you imagine the waves of press if there was a show on the FIRST TV, about the true history of the Confederacy? You could not afford that much press ink. I get raised eye brows rolling around with the battle flag on the roof of my Saturn, which I named the General JaXson. And for your information, that will be fully done, once I get Mini Wolf 

pumping again. But it won't be as soon as I wanted still digging out of self-generated economic conditions rendered by PoohBear. Ya'll know who I is howling about. With that said, and even through the pandemic and all, Cooter's Toewing, Hazzard County Choppers is doing fine, HazzardAyre Radio and all

is excelling beyond our expectations, albeit slowly, but we have won.

the Wokies Can't hit my ass and hasn't hurt us one bit. Look I know that AI tech on TV in networks fails, it's just natural. However, why automate? Hire a few people to do it by hand. Nope Can't do that. Which in the U.S. can't hire enough, why? Nobody wants to work. Even a starting wage of $20.00 an hour that we offer, we can't find hardly anyone, including women. It's easier for them to stay home, eating fattening food watching TV, then bitching when they have no money to pay the TV bill. My mom taught me a lesson, of many. On this; Mom said,  "If you want to get on your pheete, get off your ass. In essence, go work. Show on at 23:00 hours MST. 

     

There's just so many things that can go into one place, Tweaker Flatts ain't one of those olaces.

One of our Club's founders once said, and I believe it to be true, that even though you lead a horse to water, even if you get it to drink, if it doesn't want to drink all it will do is drown. This is the case of all so many projects on the HUD of the Knytes, that what was can't be today. Let's examine getting talent for a photo shoot for an ad or print feature. In years gone by that could be done with a posting at the Arctic Circle of Buhl, the Tastee Freeze of Wendell, or even the Oso in Gooding. 20 maybe 30 possibles would show up, the project was in the can, as they say. Today, fears of being violated in some way, dictate going through an agency. Problem is, there are not any or just one agency, in the Twin Falls area. So your stopped before you even get started. Same thing goes for on air hosts and co-hosts. What you want, is not what you get, if you get one at all. So you either voicetrack out of say Salt Lake City, or Boise. Without ever really seeing the who your working with. 5 Years ago, shortlay after President Trump got elected, his head FCC Commish, decided to relax the reg, that a radio station that was on air in one place did not have to have its studios, in that place. The FCC Commish, realized that on air talent and other human resources just were not available in small markets as they were in larger ones. So our studios can be in say Metro Utah, but we can still air here in rural Idaho. Now there are those that look at Twin Falls Idaho today, and say, my have we progressed. In reality, no we haven't. The economy is still a farm based economy. There is not much in the form of none farm jobs here, no technology, centers, and the performing arts, yea right? It just does not exist here. However I also remember when I gave into the preasure by Exec Skip, when we sold the big house and all near Hazzard. Up to a point I beat my head against the wall, in and for the club. Yet it wasn't until I put down an anchor in Boise, that we started to gain momentum. Even the towing service, which for me is the core of everything we do, wasn't making more than 5 calls a month in Hagerman, yet, in Boise we were knocking down 25 to 30 calls a day, for once we had accounts receivable rather than always payable, and that was in 1985. Same thing in Wyoming and Metro Utah. But I don't quit, just might require so re-engineering. Radio media gig in Utah, where both video in front of the camera talent is available along with award winning agents agencies, and relax the reins on HCC and of course KnyteWolfe Toewing. More how that goes down, but just because something looks promising don't mean it is.
L8R Ya'll

Did we save the after birth rather than the child?

So had barely got off air, thinking of Corn MiX Cereal, and bed, when I get a phone call from grand old CenturyLink comes in, seems they still didn't get the damn money order I sent them for $400.00 on my mini phone bill hadn't gotten there, threatened me with pulling their plug. So I waded through that corporate maze, and finally after a serious tongue lashing got a head cheese at CenturyLink looking into it, my do I miss the days of AllWest and Mindy. One call that was all, fixed, done. But hey were not done. Nope one from a bikers group on FakeBook, says, she wondered who would really say howdy to her early in the morning. So I did, more over really the whole group, not just that Stacy. Right away PoohBear has a coniption tantrum then wont even call. Really? I thought we put all this crap to rest the other night. Yet even with it all I'm still cruisin and groovin, see Kathleen brought over these oils, made by an outfit out of Pregnant Grove Utah, that soothes the nerves while healing the body. Now granted one does kinda taste it a bit, and it is gooey, but I'll take that over being so stressed any day. I mean, once you get this being rubbed over you, much if not all stress goes away purtty quick. Yesterday eve this one gal who came over with Kathleen, started putting this down on my feet, for once it was a reverse since I'm the leg man in the area groovin on anything with a skirt, nylons and size 5 foot. Any mile this gal pal of Kathleen's started putting this on me, and my stress level went from about to bend steel, and twist someones head off, to a state of calmness, I haven't known in years. Must be the Aeromatic emmenations coming from this doterra stuff. But it works, good, did my show, didn't want snacks, didn't hanker for coffee, and had a good organized show. Now true Kathleen wants to jump in with the HazzardAyre Radio crew and perhaps her friend too, but this other friend that came with Kathleen yesterday, had this peach nail polish on, that I think would be great as pin stripping for a Harley fuel tank I'm working on, yes it was that stunning. Then this morning got a call on the place in Jerome is available for a reasonable cost, so looking at that real serious. Hey if I can put the studios for the station where CenturyLink is not needed and I can go with Cable-One or a wireless connection, hey I'm in. As I close, want to simply ask my PoohBear, why can't you take as an example, and be a wife to be or my mate like Kathleen is to hers? I mean PoohBear , if you'd pick up that Blue book with the Gold lettering on it and really start to read it, you'd realize that what your always accusing me of is not possible, if you follow Heavenly Fathers teachings like I do. Same goes for my near by neighbors. Any mile I'm heading to bed, and I discovered something on that essential oils, if put a little on a small piece of cloth, and put it in front of a air fan , it makes your whole room smell so sweet. 
Later ya'll

It has been said, its not the destination but the journey that matters, but even the road gets bumpy

Good morning ya'll currently 15 degrees out in the open big sky area of Wyoming where I am this morning. Spent the day with my dearest lady on 6 wheels, I call LexiBelle. 

She had a drink of Prestone and Delo 100, I had one too many Bud Lights. In celebration of our union, and the rapid progression of KnyteWolf Media. This has been a long time coming. KnyteWolf Media aka Maximum Overdrive/HazzardAyre Radio is the core of what we are and why we are on the airwaves, both digitally aka internet streaming as well as over the air standard radio. Yes the mission of our reason for being is bikers, entertainment and information , supporting and aiding the modern confederate movement, but our sole core is today what it was in 1975 when we first went on the air near Hagerman/West-Point Idaho, with KDSL or Kay Diesel, that is now KTOW FM. That main mission is to be a companion and true from the seat of the pants view of news and incite, for the man or woman who make their living driving a truck. From Business Rockstars, to Maximum Overdrive Radio and all in between especially HazzardAyre Radio has but one purpose to be the ears and mouth piece for the American Independent Trucker. Everything else is filler. With all that said I'm damn proud of our Reaper Crew, and the milestones we have made the last few weeks, new equipment that is legendary being installed a new set of studios both in Twin Falls and Boise, not to mention Evanston Wyoming, Wendover Utah, and along major highways from Denver to Seattle, From Arizona to Canada our mini stations keep you who are the true backbone of America, are kept informed,  and entertained as only someone who has been in that cab can do. And if we mix in some of Gods word, so be it. We are here to fight the corrupt system, no matter where that mission takes us.
Want to thank very deeply, Jenn and her guy Jared, for their contribution helping us find the visual talent for our super trucker Website, and to Jared for building it for us. We have shifted into floating gear, here. and I'm tickled plum purple. It has been said that the best revenge is success. The lighting for the studios gets installed Monday, just need to find the ladies hot undies and such to decorate the main studio, mostly foot and toe things aka KTOW or KAY-TOW as in we love Toews. So if any of you fine ladies have rather staunchy smelling nylons, heels, boots like Go-Go we could use them, since 

 the whole show with Jared and our engineering team will be fitting cameras in the studio so you can enjoy what we do online on our website as well as YouTube and Livestream. Right now we are in talks of establishing a set of both radio and TV studios at Digiland Campus in Burbank California, so we are really burning here. Which brings me to me. I made an oath in 1976 that if I ever permanately pull the keys and park my trucks and/or bike or both that I would stop doing the radio op, and resign my commission to and with the Knytes. I will not be a pretender, or a fronter on anything just to grease my paws , I do what I do, not to make a big or even small paycheck, I do it, to be of service to all of the community of the highway, the American Trucker and the bikers who are brethren of that open road. 

Any mile the coffee is burning, and for me to keep earning I need sleep, my condition is such right now that I'm seeing double. But we are finally on the right road. Yes the destination is not key here but the journey, that matters, however even that journey road is filled with detours and bumps. 

Smooth sailing ya'll on the concrete sea.

Ya'll just gotta ask why? How come? and is it just us? Greed and green don't apply here, love of craft does.

Even with the HQ home plate problems, since 2010 what started as just a basic home printed tiny publication in Buhl Idaho, has bloomed into a entity that is remarkable, even outside of Hazzard County/Iron Knytes, vision. When we as both the Knytes as well as the WolfPack aka the AyreWolvez Military Aviation Association, created HazzardAyre, it was in it to compete with only one other that stole our idea from AyreWolfFM in Gooding. We knew from the start that what we were and continue to create was far and away better, more entertaining and one helluva lot more hip than anything before HazzardAyre and anything even now. 
This blog, the radio show online, the eventual dawning of a over the air station,(once we find a place to house it) the printed version, has always been free or as near free to read, listen to and enjoy. 
Sure the racy looking photos of gals in nylons and very leggy stuff may put off some people, but hey this is after all based loosely on the Dukes-of-Hazzard, and few TV or any shows shy of HeeHaw has been more leggy so why not? 
Sure times have certainly changed. The attitudes of Hollywood's elite, and a few, hardly working women, have been claiming that some guy somewhere touched them on purpose somewhere that made them uncomfortable. I can dig where these women are coming from. Face it , women are delicate little angelic beings that need special tender care. Or do they? 
I have read the Marines are changing up the PT requirements so that women Marines are trained exactly like the men, how long is that going to last? The complaints are that what's not in a script at or on a production, or part of the creative process can and will be actionable that some unknowing personality is going to go into something completely ignorant of all of this and get thrown into the brig. Look if you do anything more than slap a gal on the back and say good job, or give em a hug after a great performance of course you should be thrown into the brig, if not , look ladies your not going to melt into sugar water. 
WHEN I do an audition, I look at three things, A; how tight and firm her legs are, two: if her toes are cute and dainty, and three if she has a photographable nose. If she fails all three of those qualifications, has a shitty attitude and does not show up on time, she's outta here. 
Now I have heard all the excuses, from no transportation, to no gas, to males not wanting their women involved. Seems as though the simple toew smooch is a really taboo subject. I don't understand it, hey your only kissing her stinky feet in a pair of nylons, your not bedding her down or even want to. Hell I don't. For me I have my Shelly and teachings of God that says no deal on dipping into talent. But I think that is it. Heavenly Father(God-Kahless) blessed HazzardAyre, in fact God inspired HazzardAyre. 
HazzardAyre, is the combination of Hazzard County Radio and AyreWolf Radio or AyreWolfFM, a military aviation enthusiasts radio network, that in itself was created in 2002 in Layton Utah. By a few pilots from three branches of military service stationed at Hill Air Force Base Utah as part of a joint training mission excersize. We all pitched in, rented a house on main street, between the old Sill's Cafe, and Doug and Emmy's there in Layton. What we did was take the best of what was flowing from AFRN, mixed in some country southern attitude and shazzam AyreWolfFM. 
When AyreWolfFM took a serious nose dive in Gooding in 2009, I had pretty much gave up on it. But then heard this thing called Warbird Radio online, of course not long after heard DixieBroadcasting, on Dixiebroadcasting.com  So figured lets combine these two things. But what to call it. Sitting in my bead a light struck me in the head, HazzardAyre. And ain't looked back since. Of course when it comes to employment many think we are just looking for sweet eye candy in the studio. In reality, guy pals , hubby's and so on are needed for everything from IT, to selling ads. We need two engineers, at least 4 programmers , the list goes on, what many don't consider, lady comes to audition, but her guy could as easily be part of the team, but nobody brings their guys into the Rode House. HazzardAyre Radio and all its sibling subsidiaries are heard on Spreaker.com, and on Livestream.com on 21 individual channels. We have a audience of nearly 30, million world wide, and yet many just float on by. Including the many who send introductions wanting to just be a poster gal for our gig. Yet when pressed don't show up. 
Any mile, after the day I've had I need sleep. 
More in the AM, and hope CenturyLink gets in gear here. 
TTYLY