The words so many find taboo, but I don't and will fluently speak.

Went to our Church today and taught my lesson, to our congregation. Most enjoyed it and just a mere few were still asking the question is it Saturday or Sunday that's the day of rest? So then came home, watched for 34 of the last 75 laps of today's NASCAR race, bored shitless since Danica Patrick was only barely in the mid 20's I switched to FX, and for the zillionth time watched Star Trek Into Darkness. Good film. Andrea was supposed to be here to attempt some voiceovers and pre production work, but as usual did not surface. So as soon as the movie is over I'm headed to bed to be bright and alert for tonite's shows, on both Spreaker.com and Livestream.com . Talked over much preve eve over nite haul, SheWolf took it as to be targeting her. The opinions and views are blanket over much of the human side of the human species. Much of which is still far beyond the human males conception or comprehension. Us male corpuscles just do not understand women or girls and most likely will never do so. Attempting to will cause migraine headaches and sleepless nights. Us males are really easy, give us an engine to build, lots of greasy fatty food smothered in either gravy or barbque sauce, mucho Cervasa a good suitable TV, and a even better easy chair. Add to that slutty wild sex, and most of us are satisfied. 
Many of the outbreaks of anger or straying from the nest, is usually, the woman of the house not providing for her guy, either in the bed or kitchen. Or by adding so much stress and confusion that he can't handle it, and the guy will go where that stress is removed or at least lessened . It goes to the old adage, if mama ain't happy then nobody is happy/. That being the case, drain the man's main vein and you remove all or most problems. Most guys only worry about one thing, money and how to support the family. When the woman starts spending money faster than he can make it, and lifestyle suffers, stress builds, fights starts and he's finding an open bar. 
Okay then; saw this on Facebook, from our friend Beth Ann at CSC Talk Radio that you can hear 3 times daily on KKOD AM and online at www.livestream.com/hazzardayrecoast2coastfm . The pic is this, 

 My response is, put the not open sign at the border of the U.S. and Mexico. See you on air overnight. 

TTYLY

Damn I hate taking pills, and the fugdugly of Evanston raised its head again

I was in bed, curled up settling down to dreaming of star treking through the Avalonian System, in the Echo Quadrant, when I heard my stomache growling. So woke up, remembered I needed Milk. So cruized on down to Wal-Mart, but there was only one lonely $160.00 gallon of milk left. Bought that and went to the check stand. Once there noticed Krystal there waiting for some idiotic not barely smart enough to turn burgers at McDonalds who is a manager there. At least a CSM. Thing is this idiot had to have slept with a head manager somewhere at sometime to get this job. So went to Pilot to snag a sweet roll, only to find the individual ones all sold out, and someone saying its not his problem. This place is going kaput. Noticed this one Lezzy chick that used to work at Jody's now works for the 30 bar and grill. In fact noticed that same cricket sound at Tumbleweeds Saturday night, when the Legal was packed. I swear , Evanston is dieing and there is no body willing or able to throw it a lifeline. Evanston if it continues is going to end up smaller than Cokeville. 
Okay, but my do I hate taking pills.
Seems as though you take a pill to wake up, you take a pill to go to bed, one for diabetes, one to take care of a empty bad belly, one so your head don't ache and one to make you poop. You need to take so many and in many cases you forget how many and when to take each one. 
Do you realize that before I arrived here in late 2014 , that outside of my Lithium, I took few if any pills? I could leave my house door open for hours at a time in mid town Ogden, in Mini Tijiuana and not one damn thing was disturbed or taken? Come here, leave the door open, and a whole thing of pennies comes up missing. The only answer is these damn meth addicts, needing mini loans to support their habits. And yet the local cops have so many of these addicts here on the Police payroll as confidential informants, that the ones doing the informing are the ones selling the meth. I can't wait until, I get someone recruited and trained to take over the reins of this radio gig here , so I can move me to Montpelier in another month, I've just about had it.
Any way , time change on the air today, HazzardAyre Coast2CoastFM, on our Spreaker channel will air at 2:00PM and be overnight at 23:00 tonight, my body is just too damn tired, 
TTYLY

  

I have a question for all you fellow LDS church members, When are we going to get our Church back?

A few weeks ago now, I asked for help from our Bishop here of the Uinta View Ward, for my electric bill. He graciously did so, but informed me that would be the last of that for some time. Okay great, I can live with that. My Bishop, has been one of the most helpful and kind of Church leaders I have ever known, seconded by only Bishop Belnap of the Sullivan Creek Ward in Ogden Utah and my supervisor at Deseret Transportation when I worked there.
Now I had a chance to remember and ponder on a history of when I was just a Wolf-Pup, walking home from the 11th Ward Of Layton Utah, when it was, where the Liabrary is now there in Layton. Up Wasatch drive to Hawthorne street to Spurlock Drive. Of course at Primary and such functions you dressed with respect, not always shirt and tie, but that of if you were addressing or meeting the ultimate celebrity, or savior Jesus Christ. In what I was taught and believe that the Church building is one of many houses, but our broth Jesus Christ's house. Girls wore appropriate dresses, with leotards or stocking, styled hair and not 7 inch pointed strip bar style heels. So last Sunday I saw what I feel was the ultimate middle finger gave to the Lord, in his house, which completely undermined the even entirely. This kid that blesses the Bread & Water for Sacrament , had a hair style of African corn rows. How could our Church ward leaders allow that? How could someone ignore the complete utter disrespect of the foundation of what they were doing? It's bad enough that these youth's are reading a scripted blessing, but to do it by a youth with a hair doo of corn rows? The thing is, this type of behavior is allowed by their parents. Shouldn't have someone said, hey , nice doo, but you can't bless the Sacrament with that hair style. Then appointed someone else to do it. How is this allowed? In all but maybe two other Wards, that I have attended, I would have been ordered to go home and get a crew cut, then came back. True the time I got caught making out with Jennifer Savage at the Hazzard Ward, in Hazzard Idaho behind the stage curtain , was bad enough, but my rear end was very red after it and sitting down was no rest as my butt really hurt. That's bad enough, but if your blessing the bread which symbolizes the body of Christ on the Cross as well as the blood that flowed from having spikes driven through your arms and ankles to save this ultimately idiotic civilization from itself, doing so by somebody wearing corn rows , is near blaspheme , if not blaspheme. Absolutely no respect for the ritual or what it really means. I can tell you, if one of the Church's General Authorities had been there, I can nearly gurantee you, not only our Bishop but a few others might have had a long conversation with those General Authorities.  However this is do as I say not as I do. Let me give you a quick review of a situation that occured when I went to a Ward, in Springville Utah, when Janice and I were still married.
Just about everyone was snickering that I was wearing just a casual shirt and jeans and sneakers to church. (I'll tell you why in a few centons) Janice wore a nice enough dress. However while they were snickering and criticizing us, this one gal, came in, with a ultra short skirt, tall heels and no panties. When she sat down or crossed her legs, you could see the very hairy nether regions, but hey they were laughing at us? There are two reasons, I seldom wear a suit and tie to Church. First is going to a denomination for a time, that did not care what you wore. Their main focus was Jesus Christ and sharing of his love for all mankind. To them it wasn't and isn't a fashion show or a popularity contest. Only that you love Heavenly Father. The other reason, I seldom wear anything super spiffy, is that I'm in the tow business. I'm on call 24-7-365 even Sunday during church. I'll get at least 3 calls. I really don't have time to scatter to the house, change, get to LexiBelle, and respond to a call, I usially though defer the call to one of my associates, but should I be needed , I go. 
Now there are certain traditions of the faith that I'm glad the LDS Church has terminated. Polygamy is one, racism, ( and our Bishop gripes about my Confederate heritage) the LDS Church was for many years very racist. African-Americans or anyone of none white males could not hold any part of the Priesthood. Then all of a sudden during the administration of Spencer W Kimball, a revalation came and it was allowed. In reality the situation was a big old Black guy had gone through all the steps, but wasn't allowed to hold the Priesthood. He threatened in fact did in fact sue the LDS Church for descrimination, and rather than fight it, a wave of new foreigners were allowed to escalate through the Priesthood. 
My question is, when will our church or religious denomination, once again become the one true religion of Christ, and not just a regional cult? 
Don't get me wrong , I truly believe in our gospel, every big and small word. I know that there is power from on high through a blessing, the fact that I still am amongst the living after a herracious wreck at age 16, is the result of the efforts of the two missionaries assigned to the Hazzard Idaho Ward going to Boise to St. Als Hospital and laying on of hands bringing me back. I saw it through above me and watched me being dragged back from the light. This is not some strange goofball me story, it happened. Don't believe me? Go check out news stories and newsprint stories of 1975 there in Boise. My little daredevil ride was reported on quite much. 
But I ask, when will we get our Church back? When will the decorum and reverence of what we are or were taught as children, in Primary and all be resurrected? When will our Church leaders, including Bishops, require girls and young women to wear proper attire to Church and Church functions? Including sockings over the legs, proper length dresses, and men to at least dress with respect. Likewise have it be required that a person blessing the SAcrament, not be with a hair style of corn rows? 
Will be on air starting at noon today on www.livestream.com/hazzardayrecoast2coastfm . As well as over the air here at AM1240 KKOD. 
TTYLY

Dear Bishop: This is why I don't like going to Church

And this is why I would have rather stayed home and caught a few winks. Went to church this morning, after working all night. Neither Dave and/or Vern wasn't there. Those two pretty much keep me in check, from squashing the heads of some very stuck up arrogant asshole older male types and an equal amount of female humans of the congregation. 
So we got done with Sacrament meeting went to class. Of course Old man Jackson was teaching who I think on purpose seldom calls on me when I ask a question. After all is not that what Sunday School, for? So even though I was not asking a question, Sister McFadden (Dave's wife) was trying to ask a question as well as make a point, old fart Jackson was on purpose ignoring her, so I spoke up and said exactly that, I said" Hey you old fart , she has something to say." Did that twice. No old man Jackson would rather visit with his cronies rather than address the requests of the class. I would like to tell our Bishop, that if this old fart don't want to teach the class, I'm available. So is Sister McFadden. Got through with that and went to Priesthood, listened in while the male corpuscles there tried terribly to sing a hymn, that were so out of tune, and key, that if there had been a dog nearby it would have howled like you can't believe. So got into the lesson, of the High Priests and a point of puzzlement for me came up. I asked, what if, someone marries somebody and is sealed in the Temple, and the wife dies, and the guy starts dating Can he be sealed as well to the new wife? After debating the issue, the ignorance of one of the old farts in there, was such that I said simply, next time I'll just ask Dave , as he knows more. Of course old man Welling was mumbling behind me on the knowledge department. And had I not bit my lip, I nearly reached around behind me and was about to educate him as to not bad mouth a friend of mine as well as an advisor to the Knytes. All I think at those times, is the words of Jesus Christ himself staked out on the cross, " Forgive them Father for they know not what they do". 
Gas able I'm going next week again if not next week the following week. 
But Dear Bishop this is why I don't like going to Church, the ignorance and arrogance of some members requires an attitude adjustment, and I'm ready and more than willing to apply that adjustment.
Hitting my bed for a nap so I can be in your Ipod, and on Cyber Radio at 23:00
TTYLY

2 years in and I'm still scratching my balls

B4 I get into my usual rant here; Need to tell you why I was not on air overnight. It has nothing to do with tech difficulties, it has to do with mood and attitude. After getting squeezed through the wringer by Nicole, and all I just have not felt like doing much of anything except going out to the shop, spending time with LexiBelle and coming home eating, snagging some TV and going to bed. All day Thursday, (yesterday) all I did, was go in, turned off everything including my cell phone, and just snoozing. Nothing big I needed to be awake for anyway, and I'm finding that since I don't take narcotics like most do in these parts, because I don't consume booze and brew like the other half around here does, I can escape into the outter rims of the Alpha Quadrant in a starship, and flat forget there is any kind of earth or stupid pre light speed intelligence on this third rock from the sun. But then my tail bone started hurting a bit, and I was hungry, so got up, fixed me  a microwavable breakfast bowl, with choc pudding two 12 oz's of milk some Disney channel TV and I'm getting ready to head back to bed. 
So then, I was reviewing the situation here, do you realize its now been a year, since we opened Hazzard County Choppers, / Highway Hooker Toewing, just recently did we by the recommendation of someone I trust did we swap out Highway Hooker for Cooter's A1, any mile its been 1 year. And because of a bunch of poop throwing, by Beaver Dick and others no advancement. I really dislike it that for all those that say it ain't, the fact is, not a one of them, have ever came here to the Wolf's Lair, climbed the stairs and saw with their own eyes that what the say are lies are in fact real. Of course there's those that haven't even attended a club meeting at least ones that are open to the public, which are damn few, but still none have ever attended. On my Yahoo group page, there is a notice put out every other Tuesday of our Idaho open meetings at the Oxbow in Bliss Idaho, at 7:00 PM, It's listed as SAMCROMCCIDAHO meetings, and includes the Bliss community meeting. But does any of these disbelievers attend? No, but my they can bellr like a mother cow calling for its calf online about we ain't real. It's kind of like the vermin in Mountain Home Idaho a few years back. Having some albeit small but some introductory experience with cable access TV I went to the Cable Access TV channel in Mountain Home. To get on that, you had to pay up some sizable money. I gave a $8000.00 check to the people including a few from the local city council up there, only to find, that the place a week later closed its doors. The city council and cable access board never has refunded that money, but my how they did consume the lobster ribs dinner the club threw up at Shorty's Saloon, that I treated them to. Oh yea we are not real, but there are those that know different that love to take advantage. Just like that little elf in Pocatello, that was a bouncer at a bikini bar that my welcome had done ran out on. One evening I went to Denny's there for a Moon over Mihammy just love those things. Any way Ben, Oglvie was in the corner with one of the dancers from the Highway 91 Club. So he was having a bit of trouble pooling the money together to pay their bill, so I went over and grabbed their ticket and paid the whole damn thing. Only for the little prick to bad mouth me ever since. It didn't occur to me he was the asshole that was trashing me on my TV show and online., So I moved to Glenn's Ferry, because I had seen online that there was going to be a nuke power plant built there and they needed labor. So I went, filled out this app online, told I was approved. The thing sunk faster than a sinking wreck in Hazzard pond. Thing was phony, but hey I was stuck well sort of. I started looking for places. But not before there was a meeting that had the Club reorganize into the Knytes-of-Anarchy in 2008. That lasted as far as residency for about 8 months. The housing market tanked the guy who owned the place I lived in tanked and so I had to move. However I had been trashed from the word go there, mostly because of Mr. Olgavie . When I relocated from Pocatelo to Glenns Ferry, I had looked into doing a blog for the Mountain Home News. However I wasn't even going to do anything, but I got hounded by the managing editor of that paper to write something. The idea of the blog initially was to share memories of the Dukes-of-Hazzard, southern life and so on. One post, had to do with some of the people especially tourists not having the brains of maggots when they were driving. As I had nearly got sideswiped by an RV that day. Of course all too many had to spin that the wrong way. Of course the AyreWolvez had the idea of revamping Glenn's Ferry's airport, but a city councilman there and I had tangled over my being kind to a neighbor girl who was wanting to earn money for school supplies(yea a really bad guy I was). It was shortly after that when I discovered that the same city councilperson had been using an old roundhouse storage area for a shop for his lawn and yard business. I turned him in, and well you know what happened to the Airport plan. There's all kinds of stories I could tell you. From Butch Otter and one of the Simplot families involvement in buying a bank branch building that Mom had that was part of the Montgomery Foundation , that was sold, but never fully paid for, at least I never did see any money from that. 
So here I am in Evansgone Wyoming. Trying to grind together two rocks to light the fire of my and the organization's commerce, thing is, we, nor I are much further than we were last year at this time, and just slightly ahead of where I was when I moved up here in December of 2014. Thing is there has been all too many that have taken full advantage of my generosity. I only count two here as friends, Rick my partner in the shop and toew service, and an associate who runs a company on his own and not to do with us, Nate. Past that outside of my Bishop, my Home Teacher and the Wards 1st council, I don't count anyone here a real friend. 
As I close, saw on TV an ad from the Evanston Chamber of Commerce, about some celebration that they conned a Harley dealer and a few riders to attend. Wonder what the Etown Chamber would do, if I got a hold of Salt Lake and Timp Harley Davidson and explained to them what the true attitude of Etown and a major MC has been treated like and thought of? Know what ? The egostisticle sort of a bums, didn't even spend one dime or dollar with our MC based online radio network or one of our shows. 
Which brings me to this. Right after the holidays , my butt is in the General, and I'm going searching for a new forest to hunt. I'm done here.
So starting September 5th or so, after I get done with the clubs High Council meeting, in Idaho Falls, Idaho, I'm out looking for a new place to call home. 
So if you don't find me on air for days or weeks at a time, now you know why.
TTYLY

  

Justifiable retribution, coming, headed to the hills Friday and oh yea Overdrive Magazine how about a better algorhythum for renewing a subscription?

Finally got some justifiable retribution, in that I got some needed rest. With all the junk I have had to do since arriving on scene here in Evansgone Wyoming, and I do mean trash junk, this weekend the MC and me or is it the MC and I are drifting off to the other side of Challis Idaho to a club owned spot next to Red Fish Lake. For three weeks, of fishing, tanning, and some needed snoozing. No computer, no radio show, no tv, just mother nature, some rowdy friends lots of cold brew and good food. So from Friday until mid next month I'll not be on air. Which is good since AllWest is about to unplug me any way. Thing is, AllWest never has its offices here open until 6pm, or on weekends, the fact that I've paid dang near $700.00 to them so far and their system can't find record of payment. Who put the money in their pocket? But what do you do. To date we are back in negotiations with NGL, to get service, but it most likely wont have the horsepower for HazzardAyre Radio. So until I can make peace with AllWest what is is what is and it'll only be this blog.
Okay then, I get Overdrive Magazine's digital sort of edition every day. Thing is I have yet to get any except two issues of the print version. Wanted to renew my subscription, but can't remember my account number. Apparently neither can Overdrive's. It seems any more that even with web 2.0 and all computers still does not out do, good old go there or call em up and shake their tree interaction. I like doing business with firms I can touch and feel, or at least go and smack up the side of the head when their comprehension goes ary. It's like this model/talent thing . I like people that I can contact and have face to face conversations with. Doing things via emails, and all don't cut it. 
TTYLY

I did not go to Church or be on air because of McDonalds and damn the web trolls

There was an alert I snagged yesterday whilest attempting to get some reading in between emptying out my stomache yet again, on thieves committing their craft while people are asleep , away from home as well as breaking and entering cars and trucks here in Evanston. Didn't think much of it, since anyone with any brains knows that entering either my shop, or the Wolf's Lair, can result in ones death, when uninvited. But I was doing some inventory examination here and found some electronic toys missing, even out my bedroom. Bottom line, time to begin locking the Wolf's Lair and General JaXson. Here's a population of 13k, and while I have my suspicions of the who, the shot gun is getting loaded.
Okay then, didn't go to church Sunday morning. I wanted to , but my body was too pooped from being up all night turning my innerds inside out. That bad two Fish sandwiches really caused me pain, and anguish. So by the time Church was about to start, I was rolling over in my bed. 
Then this evening in attempting a lift off of our new show on Livestream, HazzardAyre Coast 2 Coast FM I caught a notice from some seat cover says shes from Ogden, that saw our ad on Casting360. Says shes from Arkansas and has the southern voice and all. Says she wants a shot, but no way to reply to her. No phone, no email addy. So we will see if she's real. The reason I'm being real cautious is this. The other day whilest ingesting McDonalds poison , I got a cell call, with a foreign phone number , one of those 1+120 type prefixes. Pretty soon after is when we started to have problems with the computer. Maybe a coincidence , but I still think old Betsy was being targeted. Got most things going again, but in these days, with economies collapsing , liberties and freedoms collapsing and degrading. People are going to find a way for them to feed their multitudes of children and themselves. Web trolls are all over looking for a way to breach YOUR computer, just to make you give up your bank accounts. As far as mine, there ain't nothing in it, in fact $40.00 overdrawn . They'll never get into our organizations computer cuz that's damn near so locked down, that only government agencies can get in and even then with our approval. 
Which brings me to my last thing. The Club had a bit of a mental internal review yesterday. We did a cyber call, and conference meeting. We talked over the movie, radio network, shop, me and Shelly, who by the way is now 4 months closer to be eligible to come home, since she has nearly paid her bill to the organization, but we addressed many things. One of which was the aging of many of the officers and the changes in lives for many of our immediate charters members. Outside of myself and big Ricky, most of the original founding members are getting older. While its not time to call it a day or any of us being put out to the barn yard, still many of us are just not able due to age and thus health restrictions to be able to run at the pace that we used to. Plus the ability to recruit, new membership under the current structure is difficult if possible at all. Mention of me taking the reins in case something were to take Ricky from us, but even myself, I'm not desiring that , nor wanting that. Only if I had to would I take that crown of President. That all said, we have decided to start pruining some branches and restructure the organization. Putting our founding objectives back into place, put in to doing more for OTR haulers and towing rather than so much two wheel programs. In essence more truck, less bike. More Hazzard County , less SAMCRO.  Considering there are now 250,000 members nationwide of the organization, which for the 411 of Beaver Dick and a few others breaks down to, 50k members in the Knytes-of-Dixie, 50K members in the Hazzard Knytes, 50k in the Deere-Dazzlers Association, 50k in the Rode Knytes Association and 50K in the AyreWolvez Military Aviation Association. All of them depend on strong leadership, and an organization that's there when they need us. Yet as us who founded the organization in late 1982, are of such poor health that all we can do is office work any more. Ron's hands are such that he can't even grip for very long a bass guitar , Allen, is of such he has to have an oxegen bottle most of the time. Big Ricky's legs are such that walking requires pain meds, 3 of us have diabetes , the list goes on. Where are the new members going to come from? The needs of this nation are so great, that the Knytes need to remain together. There is NO OTHER organization fighting the establishment like we are, nor as strongly. But what happens when we bite the dust? So the reintroduction, of where we started from as a 4-H truck transportation organization is being considered. Yes resurrecting the TeenAge Truckers Association.  More this evening on the show.
Have a good day, and maybe Casting360 can do a bit more in the department of getting us the talent we need for the movie of all movies, The Hazzard County Knytes.
TTYLY

My Radio show previous night cancelled due to McDonalds mystery meat

I truly wanted to be with you on cyber radio overnight. Thing is Friday afternoon went to our Evanston McDonalds, and ate a Filet of Fish, sandwich. Which really blew my insides out. I mean cramps, vomiting, headache , and thinking could my fave McDonalds treat be my death? So I threw up for the last time at 16:30, came home and attempted to watch my fave TV show Fresh Meat on Hulu, then caught B.J. & The Bear on YouTube, and finally was so messed up thought I'd lie down for a bit, and woke up at 23:00. Still kind of dizzy, so bagged getting on air, but will be on air at 13:00 Today. on; www.livestream.com/cooterscoast2costfm . Okay then, went to a short decisive meeting concerning a property we were looking at for the OTA(Over-The-Air) radio station to being the renewed flagship station for HazzardAyre, and it was a no but hell no. Who needs a shower and a bathtub, in a radio station? Plus at $800.00 a month, this guy is smoking some serious smoke. Whew. Not to fear, found one other space just down the road here through the same cat that leases to us our shop. $275.00 with all expenses is a good one. 
Back to McDonalds here. This is not the first time I have went in there and wrenched my guts out after, but for a week, it wasn't half bad. There must be a radical change on weekends for fast food places. I'm not just talking employees either. Did a bad bunch of those fish patties go bad, and I caught one of the bad ones? To be fair, I went again just before they closed Friday night, and got another one. That one too, made me sick. Oh yes I will discuss this come Monday morning. Plus with the management in Ogden. Warning, Don't Eat there until final notice.
See ya'll at 13:00
TTYLY

Sorry to the young gal at Wal-Mart, and oh by the way Beaver Dick

First of all, here as I turn down the candles and dim the lantern and get ready to sleep, I need to apologize to the young lady at the ccheckstand at our local Wal-Mart here in Evanston Wyoming. I spoke way out of turn, and my comment was wrong considering the mixed crowd I was in, so again sorry.
Now to some comments from our pest Beaver Dick. He got on my c2cfm program site and was spinning some strange noises. So let's delve into some of those. Yes Beaver Dick I do get my paychecks from good old Uncle Sam, do you know what those are? There from putting on a uniform, picking up a rifle and fighting for YOUR freedom and Liberty to be able to bitch me out online. Curious, Beaver Dick, when or did you ever put on a uniform, and fight for this nation, no matter your own opinions? Have you ever looked into the real eyes of the real Reaper and said to yourself, " Hey this may be it." Second I'm not too proud to say that yes I have asked once in awhile for help from our Ward, here. Why? To make ends meet, and to build a life for myself and Shelly, maybe if there were not assholes like you cutting me off at the knees , I wouldn't have to ask for that Church help, I'd be making my own by now. 
Last he asked about the movie on the history of the Club. I respond, it ain't me paying for it, idiot; It's the Club, I'm just the soldier that's doing most of the work, reason? Most of the Club is still engaged in the Marines. 
And finally, he asked about why I persist. I persist in building the radio gig, and all that , that is part of it for the cause of course, for the people its for, added to that I persist, just like Paul Farnsworth Persisted in inventing Television, the same reason Thomas Edison, persisted in inventing the damn light bulb, and phonograph, and just as Bill Gates built the first consumer able Personal Computer, likewise the same reason, Mark Zuckerburg persisted in building Facebook, so stupid pricks like you would have a method to bitch at me and anything else that crawls up your crotch. Oh and also Beaver Prick, when was the last time you came over to the Wolf's Lair, to examine for yourself with your own eyes two big volumes of paperwork, that details, my financial abilities. Sure most of that is still being piecemealed out, but have you ever came over here to look? Ask Rick, I'm sure you know him, he heard and saw those documents, as my 2nd cousin handed them over when he and I went to fetch a car from her for Rick. Oh yea you ain't came over and why? Because your scared that you will be proven wrong, and have to retract every damn word you have ever spoken ill of me. 
Now I'll admit, when I got here , I was as broke as a mouse, I had to get my financial footing under me, get established and get things going in the right direction. And why? Because I came here to do one thing to reignite a fucking radio station for this town and of course that community of the Interstate, mainly truckers. And what do you do Beaver Prick, sit around all day, thinking how bad your life is, eating tater chips, and surfing the Internet, because someone else out there saw a need and a way to make a living and persisted, even though there are and were assholes like you calling them out and yet not showing up to the fight. 
Sorry friends I had to vent. This guy or gal and I'm zeroing in on BD, is going to either put up or shut up. Damn civilian coward.
TTYLY

Should be back on air Friday afternoon and aren't you glad there is HazzardAyre?

After A grueling 3 days of chasing tails all over AllWest and the Internet trying to gain some traction for the actions of us here at HazzardAyre, one tech, that seems to know something came by, took the time and repaired most of everything we needed done. So with that said we should if nothing goes screwey, should be on the cyber air Friday afternoon. Also got some interesting news, looks like our over the air app with the FCC is going to get approved and now just waiting to find out the yea or nay on the AM. Looks like that too will be approved. 
Was online scanning my gmail inbox and came across, this article or feature of a tragic accident in Utah, as well as one that Planned Parenthood of Utah, is looking at passing out rubbers at LDS Conference in a couple of months, with some disturbing writing on the packages from one of the Church's hymns. Really? Kind of sounds squirlly but think too, the church and Planned Parenthood have feuded before. The method though by Planned Parenthood, seems a bit of an insulting reach that will do little if anything to put a bite in their cause. The tragic thing, when I clicked on the link to view the feature all I got were ads. Really KSL? The giants any more are beginning to fall like leaves on trees. I'm not saying the tech problems don't happen. Shit they happen even to HazzardAyre , Livestream, and Spreaker. Thing is we admit it, and don't hide behind a curtain, thinking that no body is going to find out.
Been following this honey named Tomi, on clips from Blaze.com which is a creation of Glenn Beck. Two things wrong with that. One she's way too hot to be there although we wish her all good things, and two, you have to pay a subscription cost to watch it. Guess one needs to make expenses somehow. All of which brings me to us.
Since 2011, when the foundation to build HazzardAyre Radio, HazzardAyre Gazzette, and HazzardLyfe TV, we have yet to charge a penny, for anyone to tune in. Although here lately that might just happen. Gotta pay AllWest somehow. But we go after the subject matter and topics few will go to, or air. There isn't no big NYSE Bond holders here, only members of an organization that's rising like a Pheenix , out of ashes, of charred dreams and memories. 
When something goes up on our air sites, they go up, can be heard by most everybody except Beaver Dick, and I'm getting closer to knowing who he or she is, can't hear it well, but ya'll have been able to. But our stuff just works. Yes its old, antiquated and ancient, but it still delivers what is needed the way we need it to. Plus the way YOU demand. 
Yes when we do something we do it good, and after all isn't that why your glad there is HazzardAyre?
See you at 13:00 on www.livestream.com/cootersc2cfm 
TTYLY

Great White - Once Bitten Twice Shy

The B-52's - "Love Shack" (Official Music Video)

I Want to know what love is - Foreigner

Wal-Mart's Financial system Down No money in or out

If you tried to send or receive money or cash a check at Wal-Mart today you were SOL. Apparently the retail giant's financial system was KO'd and as such no way baybe. Maybe that retail giants new computer system is just part of a more serious problem. Could that Retail giant be ready to fall? Intelligence must not be something needed or appreciated at Wal-Mart. I even I applied at one store in Jerome Idaho, and was told I was overqualified . In any case no estimate on repairs. Need to just send money through banks, not Money Gram, and other outfits like that, especially Wal-Mart. They don't know how to do that very good.
TTYLY

Eminence front (a Heavy Disco joint) - The Who

From the I like this shit file

This is a slight follow up on a video clip, that Fb pal Gary put up with Bill Engval, on the concept of eating right. I'd have liked to see more of it, or it being slightly longer but it does tell a story, of even though your Doctor and medical people, nutritionists and so on, that tell you if you eat that , you'll shorten your life. As for me I don't care if I do shorten my life. I've lived a damn good one so far, I had excellent parents, a childhood made of only the wildest dreams, of most people, and had nearly if not completely every damn thing I have ever wanted or desired. 
I have been able to experience things and live out to what most people would call a fantasy, yet I did them, and now in two brown covered volumes I have proof of where the money came from that made that all possible, so eat shit Beaver Dick.
When it concerns women, after 3 wives and 3 more near misses of marital hobbling , I know the female mind pretty well. I know for most of them what makes them tick, and some things I'm still learning. Each one is a time of education, mostly me educating them. Things like kissing their toes and for me much more sensual in nylons, will drive a woman wild. My pal Rick and even Bro have always asked why the hell would you want to kiss their stinky feet? Again, practicing that technique will get you more points on the board and will give the male of(that means you) more beditime pleasure than you could ever know. Same goes with doing simple other things, like washing their backs when they are taking a bubble bath, shaving their legs, trust me guys, this will make your woman cling to you like flies to honey. So yes I like that. That part of my sexual menu, did not arrive just me desiring it. The technique, came when doing some TV ads one year for the Hazzard County Garage(the REAL one) . Someone showed me an ad from a plumbers TV ad in Boise. I put that ad along with the concept of a Cinderella kiss on the toes that went with the word TOW and the rest is history. Which is why I incorporate that in all my toew service ads. Rhyming the word, with toe as in tow, has came up more times than after eating at Jody's Cafe here in Evanston(trust me you don't want to go there very often, depends on whose cooking) . Going back to 1997 I was doing some production work, for then KTOW FM, and legendary radio personality Bill Mack(Midnight Cowboy Trucker Network) did some station liners or promos, for then the Overdrive Truckers News, and The Overdrive Trucker Top Ten Countdown, we were the only station in Idaho or the region carrying the show at the time. Called Producer Mindy Baker now with Sirius Satellite Network. She got Bill to do the liners, except he rhymed it always with cow, not toe. It wasn't long after I forwarded a note to Mindy and finally he got it right since I put pronounciation with TOE, then he got it TOW-TOE. I'm not the only one however that has done that with the word TOW, rhyming it with TOE. In fact one now defunct towing publication in fact both of them both we are acquiring. Called T.R. FootNotes and PhooteNotes. Once I sampled the female toes in nylon hose, I kinda liked it. Found it made most models who did go the distance to pose for those ads for us, get a bit of a flushed color , yea I turned em on. 
Of course there are other things I like, in fact love. I will focus on a new or newer tow truck or rollback faster than seeing a gal half naked on a street corner 

 One is good for you the other is not. Kinda like going to church here in Evanston, Wyoming. It's a great thing between your home teacher whilest your going every Sunday, or nearly finding a way for him to earn extra cash, but the minute you treat either luke warm, if you meet on the street or at Wal-Mart, its a mere squeek at best if ya'll say howdy. Staying at home, studying scripture, and then watching NASCAR is good for you. Going to Church and worshiping with a bunch of people that should do a lot of repenting is not.

More at noon on the show. Hope you'll join us. www.livestream.com/cooterscoast2coastfm 

TTYLY

Good bye Highway Hooker hello Cooter's A1

My Mom had several good old southern sayings, amongst those being , if you think the entire Marine March step is out of sync, best look at your own stink and sync. 
While what we started years ago under the banner of Highway Hooker Towing then later Highway Hooker Toewing has became not only outdated , but a name that a few can't get their minds wrapped around. Forget the fact the word Hooker has two meanings, getting certain law enforcement minds and the public's mind wrapped around it, the fact is some people just don't get it. So why not bring everything back into a Hazzard County state of mind? This became ultimate yesterday, when while paying my Verizon bill, There were two super foxes working there, one a bit foxier than the other. Right away, when the name Hooker came up, she backed away. The male manager there was honest enough to say, maybe its the Hooker thing. So Going through the colonoscopy thing I made a few phone calls. If the shop is going forward as Hazzard County Choppers why not combine that with Cooter's A1 Toewing? Even if the shop somehow goes sour at least under Cooter's A1 Toewing the Hazzard County momentum is retained. So it is, that Highway Hooker Toewing is going dark, except our op in Boise, and the rest hit's the road as Cooter's A1. Now I must be honest here, as Hazzard folks don't fib and always tells it like it is. The A1 is a tip of the hat and a salute to Charles Legg of A1 Towing & Heavy Haul of Twin Falls Idaho. Someone whom I hold in great honor and regard as well as a mentor and with great admiration. Our inclusion of A1 into our name is not to step on Charlie's nor to copy it, but to honor it as more in step with a brotherhood. I have seen what Charlie has done, in 15 or so years with absolutely nothing or barely nothing. Charlie started with one tow truck a service truck and a used car lot. He built that business by even living in the offices of the car lot. Today A1 is THEE towing service from Buhl, to Burley. He has contracts with every damn motor club, every car dealer, and heavy equipment dealer in Idaho and northern Utah. Charlie can buy any piece of equipment with just a signature. That's real success. I'm now in about that point. I have a tiny shop, living on meager means, with an eye to a brighter and better future, with getting married and all next year at Sturgis, and all I need to keep my feet planted firmly on reality rather than what I would like it as . While I'll still burn the candles at both end being ExO of the Knytes and HazzardAyre Radio, while still going toewing, still I'm looking at buying a house here in Evanston, and building a life here. Sure the first round with my lady Shelly, did not go right, but a bigger REAL home, her getting treatment for her mental challenges and all, This is now my home, and I'll be damned if Beaver Dick or anyone else is going to screw me out of it. 
BTW, started reading some of the documents, from the Montgomery Trust last night in between hitting the latrine cleaning my insides for the anal photo session. Noticed, there's some heavy hitters including one of the Simplot's and Gov. Butch Otter the Governor of Idaho. Now lets, just say, I put in a written statement that says, I did not approve that sale? What if I said I didn't ever see one penny from that sale. I could upset some big people's day in Idaho. Maybe I suggest I keep tight lipped . All I can say is I see some $$ signs. 
So in closing, Highway Hooker is going dark, and will be resurrected as Cooter's A1 Toewing.
TTYLY