Can we just get rid of the Bots? And, if your sniffing her behind, its still going to smell like poop

 

Well then:

Compooter has been acting up something fierce lately. Don't know if it swallered a bad virus, or what, but might be time to get in touch with Ian at QuickSilver. With that said, can we flat get rid of the robots and auto rotation calls? If I wanted to listen to a fracking concert, I'd go to Ballet West and watch a performance. If I'm doing business, I want to chat with someone in the outfit I'm calling that hopefully knows more about the subject than me. Artificial Intelligence to a point is okay I guess, but if I'm getting a quote on insurance, for example, I want to speak to a genuine human. Just hopefully the person doesn't have a quarter size wet spot on the crotch of her yoga pants. What pants? Ain't nothing cept a covering of a set of legs and her pelvic region. Ain't no pants to it. The point here is they ought to be wearing some sort of under drawers, so that urine deposits and the like don't show through. Guess if she doesn't care, nither should I, except it's just not professional. Which brings me to another point of that neighborhood. There are more points to cover here to cover and all, but how many times have you my fellow Wolvez, thought, I wonder what that would be like to sniff and/or kiss that phanny? 

And yet at that moment you're not thinking of where that can has been. Nor do you consider that that rump roast, might and mostly will smell or have albeit faint, but still will smell like poop. In reality it does. Not that it would matter much. See-in as if you're into the below panty line snacking, your nose is only millimeters from her anal canal. Yes, your nose will get brown, quick if you're not keeping at least one eye open. 

The only part of a human female that does not smell foul, is her pheete. Oh sure, there's the musky aroma of worn leather, and such, but her stockings and her phootsies, will smell nice and pleasant. In short:

Women's Pheete Do Not Stink.

My lunch time, see ya'll after hours.

What you see is just superficial, its what's not seen that will get ya'll

 

It's not what you see that will come up and bite your behind, it's that element of stealth, that will cripple you and leave defenseless. Some people who have no idea, of the undercurrents of Government, the hand holding of big tech, with that very government, that is about to catch most, if not all social media consumers by the crotch. There is a bill in front of Congress that will be a consumers nightmare. If you do a double click to send a news story from a major or even a local one with something from the wire, without permission, or copyright look out for Mr. Attorney. That's always been the case, however freedom of speech is not protected, and all social media, has been immune from this. Not any more. If the Current Social Media Responsibility Act is passed, Not only you, as the relayier, can be hammered, but a heavy fee to the Social media services. From Google to Lycos and in between, including Facebook, and Twitter. As the proposal goes, those social media services are going to be required to collect money from you, just to post otherwise copyrighted content. Guess who they will charge? Yup you and me. Unless you're a press agent or broadcaster, this will bite your hind end like nothing you have seen before. 

Was hearing this on Ben Shapiro's show the other night. I'm not a big Shapiro, fan, I think he sounds like he needs to blow his nose, and talk slower, so you can at least climb on board his train of thought. But this got me going. Thinking that all that stuff people share, from porn, to movies and such news, are going to get a rude awakening. Another point here, is never judge a person, by what he wears, or the shine or not, of his shoes. Nor the fact he has scars, and Callases on his hands and think he ain't got money. Fact is there is a lot you can't see, and that person, may have more going on than what you think. Example, met with two property brokers today, on our new sites for the radio station. Right away from one was a billion questions. Things that didn't pertain to property to build the new facilities, on. Really? An example of such a person. Jack, Simplot, worth tons of billions of dollars, was the happiest, in his bib overalls, with a shovel, and in an old pickup, irrigating a tater field. If you didn't know better, you'd think just another old sod buster. In reality, one that owned the better half of much of Idaho, and western Oregon. Without digging a bit under the surface, and taking in consideration the fact that person, with age and experience, might have more going on, and be a heap amount of intelligence and where for all, than what you see. You know that little statement on the surface of your right-side mirror, that reads; Objects are much closer than they appear? Keep that in mind, the next time you're speaking to a rider, a Knyte, or a member of the WolfPack. 

Have an early day of it, so its lights out.

L8R Knytes.

Ever feel like doing a Bufford Pusser action on the tech companies?

 

There are those who will not have the slightest idea, of what I'm saying here, and a few that just might get a grip.

Most of ya'll have no doubt noticed a serious change in TOS and security on most websites. These high-tech carriers are walking on very brittle eggshells these days. 

See ever since the Kavanaugh hearings during Trumps rein as President, and tech getting grilled over election ROE, that's, Rules of Engagement.

Most in the Senate, and the House of Congress, have no real experience on tech, and the older members from Biden to Palosi, and many in between, are being watched. It's an election year. Nobody wants a repeat of the 2016 elections of voters being influenced by Russia. Russia is going to stick its beak in any way, Puntaine don't like us. 

So, getting any assistance, from Twitter to Google, to Facebook, will not immediately respond to a ring at their doorbell. Twitter has had my account fuggled up for nearly two years. Oh, I can catch the messages, and can post, but only from my phone. Can't do shit, with Little Compooter, or the high end compooters we have at the office/studio. Try to get Twitter's attention, with a human from there, and no way Hosey. Facebook is about the same. Of course, when I flag an ad as being like a diaper, full of shit, and always on my butt. Facebook comes back with a action alert, but go to the threat department page of Facebook, and all I get, is a blank page with two words, error and state. What the hell is that? Now let, one of us Confederate America Military, wolvez , do anything, and either the page or a group is shit canned. 

Example: Remember the Bullwinkle Moose and Rocky the flying squirrel? The package had Mr. Peabody, and Sherman and the way back machine, the program package group was called Fractured Fairy Tales. Well fired up a Facebook group, remembering Fractured Fairy Tales. Guess what? Yup the nonconservative left winging malformed idiots, at Facebook, canned the group? Why? It's about an old cartoon series, nothing to do with LBGT+ community. But Woke culture said nope can't call it that. Again why? But this is not the only AI goof up. Naw. Google flagged one of our posts saying it was Spam, here on Blogger. So, I looked up the post. There wasn't a smidge of spam, it was stating the obvious, that I couldn't do what I do, have done, and in the future to doing, without both the Hazzard Knytes, and or the WolfPack or both. Without ya'll there wouldn't be a Hazzard County Choppers, HazzardAyre Radio, HazzardAyre Media, or my ends, AyreWolf Aviation/Cooter's A1 Toewing. It's your support and all that has made us who we are. But apparently that was too much for good old Google. Of course, when I replied to their notification, they looked it over and discovered, Hey- no Spam. So I wonder. If one were to venture forth, drive, fly or otherwise to Tech Con bay California, with a ball bat, went in and crunched a few brainiacs at Twitter , Facebook, and of course Google, would it change anything? the only thing I know is we'd be arrested for severe battery, and that is if you could con one, to let you on their campus' and or the door to some of those outfits' offices. With it I wonder, but I sure feel like it. Oh forget it, but I feel like it lots of days, and forget their campus' security guards. They may have fenced in campuses but The Lady, can fly right into their facilities' center courts, and then let the attitude adjustment activities begin.

Keep It Tween the Ditches,

Let's play the Hazzard County Trivia Game?

 

Now there will be some out there, who know me really good, who will get this the first time, but let's see if the imbuscles who won't catch this. Now then:

What does the letters B.A.B.S. stand for?

Just who is B.A.B.S.? 

And finally who introduced me to Emmy, Picasso, and Haylee? Okay ready for answers? 

B.A.B.S. stands for Becky's boutique. Located in grand New Jersey and elsewhere. The goddess regardless of all things on the succulent menu of us phoote and pheete smorgasbord. B.A.B.S. runs a successful, helped in part by replay, a video show on YouTube. What impressed me, was that she explained, that you absolutely were not a freak if you are into toes and pheete. Of course, I snagged 

onto the thing as, this is a toe,

this is a tow truck, 

brought together you get a TOEW TRUCK 

Now I'm not the only one that took it to the extreme. First, a newsrag type of publication of and for us in towing started in about 1990 somewhere called, Phoote(foot) Notes. They sold out to Truck Trader, making T.R. FootNotes. With this who better than the toew and toewing conisouer, namely me. So originally PhooteNotes Radio was created. However back in 1974, with all the big truck radio shows, few if any radio shows existed for us toew truckers. So in 1978 between the time I had to report for basic, and my Dad's death once LexiBelle 

 was purchased and all, a small radio station came belting out of the then Hagerman later to be called the Hazzard Valley, radio station KTOW, or KAY tow(e). So a full gun promo project was launched and whilst I basked in the sweltering sweat of San Diego, in basic, the crew here, brought KTOW from being lukewarm, to a full-on scalding boil. By the time I came on my first leave, we had a radical, rebel station, that none in the valley, scared of the provincial Church. would try, we did. Long before Dr. Demnto, Long before Stern, there was I the ye ole RodeWolf(AyreWolf) howling up and down the interstate. And now you know, it was sweet Becky aka B.A.B.S. which stands for BadAss Becky Show. 

Who for once told me I wasn't crazy, insane, or just plain mentally challenged that I preferred the beauty of tiny toes, in stockings, and not so much breasts, or butts. I owe a lot to that lady. And she is by far more of a lady, than many I have met here. B.A.B.S. is not porn, butt there are tons of women here, and I mean tonsButts. Or as we say it on two levels, I'll let you pick the choice, Thunder Butt, and Thunder Thighs. And as B.A.B.S. said on her show once, loving pheete does not make me a freak it makes me unique. Plus and this is the bonus here. Ever hear of loving pheete being against the proverbial, Word-Of-Wisdom? Or getting a gal PG, or catching the creepy-crawly, STDs? 

More in the morning, on my major meeting with the Bishop, and the religious progression, of regression. 

Do I have a big sign on my butt or on a defraud me list somewhere?

 

Ever wonder how these fraudsters get your name and online 411? I have had 3 attempts to bleed me of green from my jeans over this past week. One came from some dillweed in Australia somewhere, when I questioned her, or him more I got just enough information that I hung its ass. Then got this gal named Petit(naw she tweren't Petite) went along for just about a week, but with a bit of taunting, guess what? Busted. Heck the gal couldn't even produce the same Mini Skirt 

that she lured me in with. Heck if you're going to commit fraud or embezzlement, at least remember your script and your bait. Be consistent. I did a reverse photo lookup, on Google, its a porn queen named Danielle. Couldn't they do a better job finding a pic for bait? Makes you wonder how many guys have fallen for this trap? I bet many. With much of the planet undergoing a near financial meltdown, many of these 3rd and 4th sized nations, are getting these gals to hustle, if they even are a woman for them. Remember two years ago? That Charlene, Ingram that nearly rolled me over? She hit me with compliments, sweet talk, the works. But then she hit me with a phone card request. She wanted $150.00 I gave her one for $50.00. Now as the crack smoker on TV says, That's not all, and if you, act now, she wanted me to fork out for a cell phone, yup, I did that too. It was always something. The reality was that I wanted confirmation of receipt. So she gave me an email address on Yahoo. Found out it wasn't even a her. Guess where he is spending still his Christmas? Leavenworth. Now too, this new Philly from Philly, did several things wrong. Sent me a sort of copy of her drivers license. 

Turns out it ain't even a real DL, nor the real number. Checked her OLN, came back stolen or none existent. I don't think that many of these short cakes, think of the close relationship, we in towing have with cops. Law enforcement are our bread and butter. And it's nice to have them on your side when you need a favor or two. This was one of those. And finally, an outfit called NCG says they are a Government Agency. In the UK? Really are they that stupid? I gave em a bunch of BS. Let you know what's happening, but hold onto your wallets and watch facebook, which can't be trusted anyhow, as the times are lean, few have any green, and they want to launder money through you. Don't bite, oops, byte. 

tHIS IS FROM fILE a-56-w

 

This is from A-56-W. Used to love that intro. Still do, when I can get it. Been off-air and offline a bit too much lately, started exactly last Wednesday. Went home, to catch a few Z's when I started hurling. And hurling, which required a trip to the local ER. Now I have to say that first night wasn't so bad. A great little and sweet LPN, named Mallory, with my kind of spiral permed hair, made me feel like a stud. Come, that Friday I was ready to get out of there as fast as my legs or a ride could take me. First I got IVs in places I didn't think I had veins, by a bunch of amateurs, who most likely haven't gave an IV before, much less find a vein in the dark, or near dark. Then got a Till-of-the Hun, whose bedside manner was more DS, than a medical LPN. By last Saturday I again was glad to be outta there. But that's not everything. For the last week, strength as far as being awake let a lone being able to air a show was not an option. Just had no energy.

 As long as I've been a member of the predominant religion of this area, which is from birth, I have yet to see a passage of scripture that says, thall shalt not be a model, or Thalt Shalt not be a pinup girl, actress, etc. Nor have I read anywhere that says admiring, certain parts of a female human's anatomy. Why not marvel at the wonders of God's work? Yet as much as I express the desire of my nose against toes in nylon hose, I'm persecuted beyond belief. BABS, said it best once, that just because I desire the aroma of the pheete, don't make me a freak, it just makes me unique. However, the limited scope of view of local feminazi's I'm worse than worst. But I'm pushing away from that table more. After all, if you can't have it, don't crave it. 

More on tonight's show. 

But have they or why didn't they ask the op-ed from or to, someone in the industry?

 

Now watch and see if the bigs and bigots don't prune this blog post.

We all know that we have a freight moving problem. Every day I see posts, and TV news blurps, on how the ports are jammed. Whatever issues our American back-bone the American Trucker, is facing, we're facing. No matter what you have materialistically, was once in the back of a 50-foot trailer. Trouble is these news outlets, including but not limited to Newsmax and others, when have they went, to not just I here in the Iron Knytes Association, 

But too, how about bringing on such notable authorities as Todd Spencer of OOIDA, 

How about someone from Overdrive, 

Or ATA? None of them have I seen. And wasn't I who barked, about the lack of Trucking/Transportation policy in the last election, both Dems and Repubs? The same warning came from me about the lack of attention being given to Farm policy. Does anyone know who in the hell is our AGricultural Secretary? I have no idea. And I'm usually front page on this issue. 

Sure we all go to the polls, we also vote, or at least we try, hell the polls where I vote was closed by the time I got there. Yes, closed. Funny Utah doesn't close polls until 20:00. Here it's 17:00 Hours. Most peeps don't get home from work, until 18:00. Sure a look at when and where the deets on polls closing is needed. The fact that no matter task, people don't want to work, even mundane work. Like sitting in a chair by a voter table, checking registrations. Nor those who shuffle absentee ballots, to get them in the mail, at a time and in time, for a vote to be counted? Hell, I didn't get my mail-in ballot until two days after the frigging election. Before ya'll go off on either political party and those elected, ask simply, What the F-k, did you do? Do you get involved, do you attend city council meetings, do you howl for rural states rights? I speak up for both small-town rural America, as well as I do for my Confederate rural brethren. I'm flat tired, and tired of hearing from so many crying in their soup, when they do nothing. In front of me I have a control console, 

I write blogs, and I howl 

Every day and knyte(oops night) about the slam sham on every person, that breaks a sweat for a living, that gets grease and oil on their skins and who, breathe in every fume, from diesel fuel, or old lady perfume in the stores. The Farmers, 

Truckers, 

and yes us who spread nutrients over farm fields the ag aviators, (which AyreWolf Aviation does), the thing is, what have You 

done? Have or has anyone dropped a coin in a phone and rang my bell, saying how can I help? When have any of you outside of the Knytes, and/or, the WolfPack 

came over to the studios and said can we volunteer? Can we work on equity stock? No. When has any one of you dropped a check in the mail, saying we support you? No. So quit snibbling as to the boo-whooing, of those who make noise, but never have anything substance to the cause. To those who wimper, including the mainstream, press including Newsmax, who says they are news for real people, rural America, must not be in that group, since no one from either trucking, towing, or agriculture, has been asked to be guests on the news blots, on Newsmax, FoX News, any of them. 

This next election run I'm voting 102% CSP, aka Confederate States Party, to get elected to President, Bo Duke 

to the Presidency of these U.S. of A States.

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