Waylon Jennings 'Today is Mine'

Sons of anarchy final scene

come join the murders - jax final ride song

Why try any more? All you do is kicked in the head, so why not just enjoy life?

So last night prepping for Tuesday's Coast to Coast FM show, I was teasing my SheWolf, about getting laid(that don't happen, too many risks and no one to poke fun at any how). So there I was chatting or texting, does anyone every really talk on the phone any more? So I thought, why the hell am I driving myself into the grave and missing living for a podunk town that don't care, a bunch of other people who don't care, and fighting for a nation that don't care? I mean think of it this way; I see all too many posts on my FB newsfeed, about people saying lets fight for southern liberty and all, and yet, who ever digs into their pockets to fund that change? I have barked I can't count how many times that if the bastards would ever take the same amount of money they'd spend going out for a night at the bar, and send it to us in the Knytes we could put our efforts into overdrive. Yet for nearly 8 years I have yet to go to my mailbox to find even 1 envelope addressed to the Knytes, with a note here's money for southern liberty. Not once. It's always the Knytes doing ALL the heavy lifting. And funding, from a rapidly getting more shallow pond. 
Then I get assholes like Beaver Dick and Wyosleuth and a few other hecklers that are pissing at me, and I thought, why should I keep killing myself. Finish up LexiBelle, send LiL Wolf to Nate, park LexiBelle by the house here, and take the money I have left after rent cable and utilities, and just go party like hell, have sex with any and all that will let me, stay in places that are at least 10 to 30 degrees warmer, than here in Etown, Wyoming, and just have fun and just be frigging lazy. Go to Hollywood, go to DC, take a few trips on the bus to sunny Dixieland, don't matter. Why should I even try? Why should I even care any more. The Club's well is drying up, there's no big corporate support any more. So why should I bust my ass? I'm 57 years old, done everything at least once sometimes twice, been a few places, but I still live alone. My girl Shelly tried to help raise money to save the shop, and all , but to no avail. So why ? Just close down, go through the motions of going towing, do my radio gig, but the rest, why? I'm just done. 
I damn near committed suicide Saturday morning, over all this stress, started by Beaver Dick and his friend, that also brought on the landlord of the shop, which moved the move out even more so, so why even care? Just drink myself stupid, have sex with who and when I want, and just be selfish. Not care about no more Church crap, or a Ward that don't care even enough to send even my home teachers, the list goes on. So I just trashed the list. 
I'm going to live and heal, and if all goes right I'll be back home near Hazzard by November, this year. Why freeze when I don't have to?
TTYLY

I was going to Church but stress overcame the ability

I had every intention of venturing out to go to Church this morning, except the stress I'm going through over this last week without little reprieve this coming week, plus a tooth ache that's driving me bonkers put the kibosh to me attending services. But it does not end there. While its a fact one does not go to Church to gain brownie points or to be popular although many do, it's about renewing our solidarity and promises to Heavenly Father and his son Jesus Christ, so that one point in our eternal progression we can sit by the throne of Heavenly Father. However if that be the case, why can't I just read my scriptures and pray at home? Which I do. 
Outside of our Bishop at the Uinta View Ward of the LDS denomination, although I feel a bit distanced from any more, but outside of him, Vern, and Dave and that one family, the rest of the congregation although they don't say it, would just asoon me not be there. They don't say it, but my they show it. 
Now I understand the reasons for this distaste and I will not go into them here, but that reason was taken way out of context or meaning and still even though we are to forgive , I ain't been forgave. 
I made mention for my home teacher to drop by so I could discuss things like transferring out of this Ward to possibly just leaving the denomination all together. Yet no follow up. Made a similar request to our Bishop, again pretty much ignored. 
Over the last few years the LDS denomination, has had a pretty good movement of people exiting the faith, and going elsewhere or establishing other denominations, based on the teachings of the Church, but with out all the opinions , bias, and bigotry. I am one of those. Yet I have tried to keep an open mind to go when I can, but every time I do, after sacrament I'm all too happy to get out of there. Which is why I don't go to Priesthood, or Sunday School classes. They don't want me there and that is I really don't want to be there, its a mutual feeling. The few times I have extended myself to be social, the event has came around to bite me in the butt. Last Christmas this one lady a at the time single mother asked me at some Christmas gathering, if I'd be a Santa Clause? I have in an old chest a suit, that I could have worn, been fine with it. She said she'd call. The call never came. Then just a few weeks ago, I was to supposed to go and help clean the Church building, to help repay in deed for some help the Church gave me. Okay, but no fuel to go. So a ride was supposed to pick me up and bring me home. I called Brother D , and guess what? No answer, the night before, nor several times that next morning. It's like Brother D thought I don't want that bum in my pickup. Okay fine, but I was there ready and willing. I fully understand some of the feelings, being 100% Confederate Southern Rebel, with one arm around a guardian angel and the other arm around the Reaper, and as a result a full anti establishment, fight the system individual, the Church at least this Ward, keeps me at arms length. But Might I remind a few that the organization that helps keep me grounded, was formed from an LDS Ward and a LDS church supported Cub Scout troupe. Few outside of the President of the church has a deeper Testimony, or vision of the Church than I do, for few others have really seen or peeked around the veil to stare into Jesus' eyes, like I have, nor have I the slightest doubt of the power a few elders gave in prayer and blessing, that I'm still here on Earth today. And yet the very denomination, outside of three wards that I can think of, have shunned me and even once my entire family, my wife Janice, Step Son Mike, and Daughter Christy, as they did in Springville Utah. 
I will not bore ya'll by listing and writing of the transgressions the church has done to me over the years, as I at least forgive, but not forget. Does the Church have a duty to help me to repent of their sins albeit done by men of the Church to me? I think so. Will I ever get that? Probably not. But its why I don't go to Church any more than I do. 
Maybe some day before I depart from this area of Wyoming, that my friend Bishop, and Dave and/or Vern will come to the Wolf's Lair here and have a pow-wow.
Be on the air later, at www.livestream.com/crazycootersradio 
TTYLY

Another call missed , time to get even more serious and last night was a heavy one Plus thinking of changing Church Wards or just leaving the Church

So here I was just leaving the shop, think I need to buy a new battery and alternator as the one in LexiBelle is not charging, or staying that way. Might have to re examine my wiring, but here's the bummer, as I was leaving the shop, I get a call from AAA, wanting me to go fetch a car here in Evanston, must be a tourist, but still $60.00 is $60.00 . Its not that I don't get business I get 10 to 15 calls for tows a week, if I could respond to them I would make enough money to cover my butt each month. But the truck being down means I can't go, and thus no cash flow. Which means time to get serious about going towing. 
Then last night, was chatting with my lady Shewolf, off hand said that if the stress didn't stop, I was going to kill myself and that I'd see her on the other side of the moon. So with that , worried sick that I just might do it, she calls the EPD here. Who responds with 6 units and two Sheriff deputies, one with an assualt rifle. Really? So after about 3 hours at the local bear coop, I get home, with still fixing computer problems. That's why I wasn't on air last night. 
Thursday night, I texted my Bishop, and asked if I could have at least 3 to 4 minutes in Sacrament meeting. I wanted to get up, and ask the congregation to give a few minutes of silence and prayer for the families who lost their husbands in the Dallas shootings. Thought with one of the Bishop's main cabinet members being a local deputy and all that he might oblige. Guess what? No but hell no. No big deal, I have asked to say an opening or closing prayer, give a talk anything other than cleaning the Church building to repay for the financial gifts the Ward has gave over the last two years. Do you realize, that I have went to this Ward, and one other in Ogden, more times than any time in my life. In fact The only other time I asked a Ward to help was when Monkee and I moved to Paul Idaho for a food box. The rest of the time I made my own money and fed my family. But this was not in that arena. This added to the fact of nearly being ignored except by the Bishop, at a wooden car race dinner thing , its starting to get under my skin. Don't get me wrong I think that the Book of Mormon and D&C and all are accurate to the very core. Do I think we have leaders and seers in the Church and a Prophet of God at the helm, yes. But there is a as it seems any more a large ditch between what's being preached and what's being practiced. So I'm at a point of making a decision that will ultimately change my entire existence . Do I just ask to go and be transferred to a different Ward during my time here in Etown. Or Do I just flat quit the Church, and find another way to take the Lords supper to renew my connection and honor The Lords sacrifice for me? I'm going to chat with my home teacher this evening and explore some options.
Maybe a few calls to Salt Lake City is in order.
Thing is since my Mom passed away in 1983, my relationship with the Church has been luke warm at best. The only brotherhood I have is with the members of the Knytes, and the AyreWolvez, WolfPack. I don't have any real close family here and extended is really extended. So I'm looking at relocating to Grace or that area of Idaho as I have family there, that's blood kin. Or Burley Idaho, where club members are not so far and if I need to lean on someone, there's that resource. 
This crap has to change, and that change is really not going to happen in Etown, Wyoming.
TTYLY

  

Cyber bullying is alive and well and if your a white older male there's not one damn thing you can do about it.

We are truly in a different time and era. What should be easy or should be a path to cure a bad itch from a cyber pest Case-n-point; over the last couple of days I posted that the town I will not call it a city, but the town of Evanston, Wyoming ought to be bombed or at least swept off the face of the earth. Not that I myself would commit such a deed since I don't really care, the best course is to remove myself from the environment causing the problem, right? That would seem like the purrfect course of action, but nope by Internet and our wonderful Facebook, amongst other so called un social sites, the cyber pests keep trolling and posting crap on ANY place or PAGE or site that allows comments. Mostly false things they have no idea about or maybe just partly. Any time I go online they seem to go there. 
Now I truly will when I find out who that Beaver Dick and/or wyosleuth  is, I don't care the time, place or weapon, even if its my own hands, they are in fact dead. I will enjoy expiring their lives. Anybody else , I don't really care about, and not anyone else's bother. 
So at around 16:45 hours, the wonderful Evanston pd shows up here at the Wolf's Lair, explaining I can't make threats. But what if its someone else pushing my buttons, to the point of extreme rage that I finally give in my need to get tribal? But no that's wrong, but the same cops can't figure out who these two other dopes are and tell them to back off or back out. No I'm an adult WHITE male, that's near 60 years old. For me its okay that these twerps can pester me, but if I express any thought of retribution I get a visit from the cops. 
Now if I were a female , or a teen , tween, or of some minority, African American Espanic or Asian, and especially Muslim , you can bet your next tank of diesel that the same cops would be bothering Beaver Dick and/or WyoSleuth in a Hazzard County second and most likely issuing a citation. 
Here's the thing though, and its not just Evanston although its worse here than any place I have shacked up, I had some buttheads in Mountain Home Idaho that decided to get up my hairy ass. However once I moved to Buhl, and Burley then to Twin Falls, none of those assholes ever commented or bothered me at all. Could that why the Club's cash flow was better as well as my own? 
I didn't have any shit here or at least it was low, until this little fartknocker applied for an open air spot on HazzardAyre Radio. When I explained to him he was not the right gender nor had looks he suggested his mom apply. Except his mom looked like Aunt Hagatha from some childhood horror novel. Whew Fugdugly. So after that it was hammer my ass online. 
Sorry but HazzardAyre has certain standards and they will be maintained. 
Different subject for a different time. But for those that comment without facts, why not just come look, and make peace? Its like when I went to Wendell High School in Wendell Idaho. There was this giant of a guy named Tracey West. He pestered me to no end. Until one day I had , had just so much, and called him out. And we had a real fight. It was mostly a draw, but funny, after that Tracey and I became great friends and soon after he was patched into the Knytes. Same thing at Hazzard High. There was this little prick named George Freeman. He was a constant pain in my ass, until one day again, I had just so much, and I exploded. After a few busted ribs, pierced lung, and a few other injuries, (all Georges) and once Mrs. Hackney pulled me off the little snot nosed 4 eyed freak of nature, we made up the next day, and George became a great friend. 
Now do I expect that from Beaver Dick or WyoSlueth? No, but it would be nice to see my accuser. 
Cyber bullying is just not that simple. The bully is someone that hides behind a computer screen, craves the pleasure of pissing me off, or anyone to the breaking point, and then someone unleashes their anger. 
School kids do this; I know of some serious mass shootings and such in many places in our nation. Even a queer night club in Orlando, or a movie theater in Colorado. And I'll bet much if not all of that could have prevented if some cop or somebody would have recognized a situation and took action LONG before something exploded. 
In Idaho and I don't know any other state in the region doing this, but in Idaho especially around Twin Falls, there's an extension from a mental health firm there that assigns someone who is having emotional or adjustment problems a person called a PSR. 
Or a Psychosocial Rehab Specialist. My great friend and once intern Nurse GoodBody got me in touch with an outfit that assigned me this big lug named Todd. Who twice a week would visit and we'd talk about stuff that was bothering me or social dysfunctional things I might be going through. I had a private sounding board, at first I resented Todd, but over time, I adjusted only twice did I give him the boot, but the thing is be it Twin, Bliss, Buhl or Burley, Todd was my friend as well as someone that I could talk to about just personal things. 
It wasn't until he moved to Boise to pursue another line of medicine, that the only two people that I could talk to or that would pull me up by the boot straps and help me stay on a partly peaceful environment was Rick the President of the Knytes and Charlie Legg of A1. When I moved to Utah, and lost them except by extension of a cell phone and occassional visit, is when I started drifting. Here lately its been a real hassle and sore life. Yes I'm getting my butt outta here and regaining that glue that held me together once. Too bad I have to move back to Idaho, mainly Twin Falls to do it. 
The move here to Evanston has become a near 2 year mistake, and one that was forced , however it makes it harder to find new quarters when you get assholes like Beaver Dick, and/or Wyosleuth posts shit that makes my credibility go into the toilet. 
No its okay for a near 60 white male to get cyber bullied, but let that near 60 white male make a stand and you get visited by the cops. However if I were a minority or female, it'd be the cyber bullies that would get visited by the cops. 
TTYLY