KnyteAyre

Monday, June 25, 2012

KnyteAyre ToewNotes

I begin this week, by looking at a somewhat common subject. The human need for that special touch and or feel.

In that and while not so fair, we all judge the opposite gender by looks. Just like many of us who build hot rods, we judge from the paint, but fail to look under the hood.

Several items enter in here. The hot bod is great but under the sheets if I had to be honest here, if I had one that was all that I’d first need to look at it for several hours b4 I dared to close the deal. The instant thought would be, can I invade and deflower that angelic body? Followed by the fact I’d be done in a minute if I lasted that long.

If we get away from that, even if the looks are there, does she know how to use them? Does she know that she can make every guys mouth drop? Even if she does, does she have the bedroom skills to truly satisfy? I have met a few and all but one, knew anything. It was over b4 it ever began.

Okay then think about it, and I’ll relate more on this in tonight's radio show.

As a youth, one statement my Dad said to me a few times was, “ Boy, go play in the traffic” Little did he know then , that would be the one thing I would grow up to do.

Toewing was not my original career path. I first was bent on radio, then OTR trucking, but family situations required I be ROS , so with the good relations I had made with local law enforcement at the time, I looked at how to use that, and my love of trucking together. It wasn’t until a cb pal, of mine took me on a few toew runs that I got the fever. ToewFever.

So as many of you know I spent up until 1978 thirsty and hungry for a job going toewing, but hey who would hire a near green horn, at age 18 to run a toew truck? More over at the time, there wasn’t as many toew companies in the Magic Valley.

On one early dawn morning sitting at a popular eating place in Twin Falls, she appeared.

There she sat, her pipes billowing out clear angelic vapor, her marker lights lit, against the watered down damp pavement with the early dawn light, it was magical.

Didn’t know who she belonged to, but was bent on me being her owner.

So over two years I tagged around her home base, and April 27th 1978, Mom took, $8,000.00 out of her savings, and she was on the road home with me. That was how it began, and One million 600,000 miles and she still is the soul of my heart, although time and elements have not been so kind. She does need a make over.

The experiences I have been in through and toews have made that decision much more bearable, over the years.

Although on radio for more years than I could count, it was in 1981 that the idea of bringing going toewing to the ayrewaves. After all the OTR(Over-the Road ) truckers had their nationwide radio shows , from the Road-Gang amongst others, but toewing? Who would care?

So in 1982 the Hazzard Knytes through our toew sibling decided to launch the first radio show dedicated to us in toewing. So as a group, we produced many samples, but most area radio stations gave us a one fingered salute and sent us on our way.

So in 1983 we took our pirate station, to being legal, as KTOW or Kay-TOE(W) FM 89.1 . But 89.1 was for educational stations, after doing some looking , we found 105.7 empty, and filed and KTOW FM 105.7 went on the ayre. And has remained on the air ever since. In essence we were Toewing , b4 Toewing was cool, at least on Radio, much less TV. Now days Toewing is on just about everywhere. Yet I’ll be damned if we get any credit for being the pioneers.

From Lizard Lick Towing to Repo on TruTV to others Toewing is on TV.

Oh the scrunching of toe and tow. For those uneducated many pronounced the word tow like cow, not toe as it should be. Next I found a publication at then Tony’s Towing of Murray, Utah called PhooteNotes. Now called TR FootNotes. As such I thought there should be some things that teased with that, so after I saw a slogan on the side of a toew rig in Utah once, I began the task of being the most infected, most intrigued toe coneesoeer in the nation, getting the right toes in nylon hose just because the nylon hose makes toes look better at least on camera.

The combining of the words, came through an associate of mine when KDXB was being brought together in 2009, in Gooding, said why not just spell the word together , so TOW became toew, the build of the best and cutest toes in hose goes on. Its not a sexual thing , its creative marketing.

Next time, how the word Hooker came to be.

Until Tuesday,

Quote of the Day:
True friends stay friends.
--Al

Jeremiah 23:24“Who can hide in secret places so that I cannot see them?” declares the LORD. “Do not I fill heaven and earth?” declares the LORD.”

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So we all know now that it’s a boy

Okay waited with fish breath for the illustrious episode of Good Luck Charlie

that brought to light the gender of the new edition to the family. Thing is , now that Charlie is no longer the youngest, does this mean a new series? Is Mendler going to college and Charlie does the video diaries?

With that, and with Wizards of Waverly Place no longer in production, is Disney looking for new products?

Case n point, went and saw the new theater movie BRAVE this past weekend. To be honest was not all that impressed.

I have always said that Disney is not the same Disney that Disney was when the old man was alive.

Which brings me to a touchy subject.

There is life beyond and besides the TV and computer.

More on that this evening, on KnyteCyde, on KDXB FM,

Don’t miss it.

Until L8R Ya’ll

Quote of the Day:
Give a man a fire and he's warm for a day, but set fire to him and he's warm for the rest of his life.
--Terry Pratchett

There’s a story here but all in Idaho media ignore it, too bad.

There’s a story in my ill chosen migration back into Idaho. More over the attempt at rekindling of the fire that was once lit by the Hazzard County Knytes aka the Knytes of Anarchy.

I stood in a small motel room, online in Utah looking over places to live. I saw an ad in the once mighty Southern Idaho Press of a house in Heyburn.

So albeit told by cousin Bud and a few others, your about to mess up bad. But Tammy, my associate at the time attempting to run from a nose candy charge in Wyoming and the ill perceived belief that Boise State University still had its Vo-Tech broadcast course, came any way.

By about the 3rd month Tammy had , had enough of the go nowhere do nothing Idaho and went back to Wyoming, got fined , did 6 months in the slammer but is doing well. Me I have moved from one end of the state to another, and have gotten poorer. Not poverty status but damn near it.

Now I sent a new anchor that I like in Nampa at KIVI, my last email as well as this one. Why?

Because here we as both a company and radical rebel gear heads, with good intentions to inject some adrenalin into Idaho’s economy. With only the doors to be not only shut, but slammed shut.

Unfortunately, like kin folk you can’t choose where your born. But sadly(although I don’t claim it) was born here in Idaho. Went to school in Hagerman and with a mom and dad that truly believed, built a small empire in Idaho. But that was then. If they tried today, that promise would have been a lie.

Even then the great Kahless gave us omens not to move here. Shoot I was doing junior internship, at then KCPX both TV, in Salt Lake City, was doing junior flight training with the Civil Air Patrol there, plus logging many hours albeit not officially approved by the USAF, in a simulator at HAFB there.

Had a near super fox girl friend at Layton High School, and so the story goes. But mom & dad had read about and contributed to a experimental advanced skills program at Hagerman High School, so since we owned the property there, mom & dad retired Marines and Navy on special assignment from HAFB, and moved here.

The story is a long one, but to document that for way too long Idaho has been on both a cultural as well as economic decline is only part of that story.

The fact is, there’s a story in my journey here, and albeit I have sent all too many invites to all forms of outside press, there has been a no, not in our paper.

The end of this goes like this; I’m looking into if one can change where one was born , two if you can have loved ones dug up from a Idaho cemetery and transplanted to where the memory of those namely my mom and dad, would not only be remembered but honored, me as well. Namely Layton Utah.

I will say this, after the all too many contributions and gifts mom, dad, myself have given this entire state, for me to be treated the way I have, is unbelievable and just plain wrong. Tell you this, come next summer when I can leave, I’ll never , ever come back.

Hope this will not be ignored.

L8R Ya’ll

Quote of the Day:
To cease smoking is the easiest thing. I ought to know. I've done it a thousand times.
--Mark Twain

The last week of the 6th month

Well here tizz Lizz the last week, of the 6th month, and to be quite honest, I’m wishing I had planted my feet and dug in, over at the little house. Yes I miss it already. Sure Internet was a challenge, cable TV was a luxury, but it would have came soon enough.

To date since the move over to this so called long term motel room, I have had to beg for not only chew, but last night a glass of milk. Bullshit, I did not fly 4 tours in the UCSMC for this shit. I defended the right parts of this nation without even one thank you for your service. This is not going to last.

As I made clear in HazzardAyre last night the club, myself and numerous others associated with me see little if any promise in anything Idaho, cept maybe for Boise and or Idaho Falls, Idaho. A confederate Marine should not be required to go through such manure.

I was considering scrapping a set of refrigideezers over yonder behind the shop, but my honor and integrity says not to do it until I check with the powers that be, b4 I do. Then having Todd help.

Beyond that the fact I have no kin folk left in this area except one in Hazzard, and the few in far southeastern Idaho, says to me , “ What the hell are you(me) doing here?” Get the heck out.

So that’s wuzz up here.

Watched this thing on CNBC about this Mormon dude Shawn Merriman who bilked millions from people in a Ponzi scam , brought to light two quotes from my Dad, One, don’t trust Yankees and two never ever trust or invest money with a Mormon, in both cases you’ll get it in the rear end. Without lube.

Idaho itself is getting too much pretentious itself. It used to be Idaho at least in my eyes as a youth seemed full of promise and possibilities. As I grew older unfounded perhaps , I held onto that belief. One hardly thought that property costs would escalate to the point where a 2 bedroom , hell even a one bedroom apartment would cost near if not just over $500.00 a month, and still having to pay a power bill. Sure Sun Valley you’d expect that as Sun Valley is a resort town and area, but Burley? Hell since Simplot blew town with only a mediocre processing plant, that Cassia County would be glad as hell that anybody would move here. That property owners would keep rents low to make it where someone would come here. But nooo.

Now Twin Falls, is nearly as bad, although their growth has exceeded their capability to sustain any further growth since even the cesspool is so full there’s no more room to deposit waste water. Let alone supply fresh at least as fresh as possible drinking water. Even so, rent in Twin Falls is near Los Angeles California rates.

Sure rent rates in Salt Lake City and immediate area are high as well, but there are jobs with wages that allow one to live if not good at least live. Not just exist as it is here in Idaho.

I don’t mean to kick Governor Butch Otter in the head here, but some sort of reining in here is needed.

I understand not spending more than one makes, but damn Butch ole buddy, how about allowing someone to make some b4 you scalp them.

Under then, Governor Dirk Kempthorne the state did prosper, and ran like a German clock. Is there an answer? Yes , but its beyond the Knytes, beyond the AyreWolvez and beyond my ability to cure.

Of Course across the nation, with the slave in the White House, the economy has went from poor, to poverty level. I said that in 2008, I begged people to vote Confederate, but few did and here’s what ya’ll got.

Back then the nifty 50 of MHI, kicked me in the groin online for trying to make a change, even after I moved out of their immediate area they kept on. Only lately has those waters calmed. But did it have to come to this?

With me I have came to a dead end, looking back, when Tammy who brought me here to begin with split, I should have hitched my truck on behind and left with them.

The Knytes took a membership count past month. The results found of the nearly 500 members in Idaho, when I left the first time, today, only 50 members live in Idaho, mostly Boise, Idaho-Falls and Lewiston. The rest have moved to Montana, Nevada, Utah and Wyoming. Did they realize something that I ignored?

No I can’t do a mad dash out, resources don’t allow that, but I’m working that way come next year this time. I have not only hit a brick wall, but a mote to vast for me to proceed.

What’s next?

Next time

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Quote of the Day:
Resentment is like taking poison and hoping the other person dies.
--St. Augustine

Monday, March 19, 2012

Some of us just have bigger Stugots than others!!

I get a sort of chuckle about over the goings on with Rush Limbaugh. He belts out one little noise about some gal being a slut, prostitute, heck Rush, should of just called her a stinky puss and been done with it.

That all said, while much of the time I use old fashioned CB trucker slang, for things like describing a smelly puss for rent, etc, I do 8 times the crap than anything Rush, does. More over I’m heard by more than Rush is, in more places, and the fact that my advertisers are sticking with me, and have done for 30 years now, makes ya’ll ask is there more to this Rush thing than some noise about the sexual activities of some legal student somewhere.

Now dig this too, I am the absolute only over the air radio personality, on mainstream radio, barking and howling the voice and issues of the Confederate National Party as well as the entire Southern Movement. And my sponsors are gaining in attention with a new demographic.

So I really don’t think that Rush’s attitude has slid from conservative to more pop radio star rather than talk radio host.

Rush’s popularity slid bad when he lost his TV show some years back. Then over some drug thing. The guy can’t catch a break.

The economy is so tight that sponsors are spooked of anything that will pull sales from their registers.

My only thought is, that there is something under the heap of manure that we aren’t smelling yet.

So many of Rush’s old sponsors, ad agencies are sending mail out to stations wanting names of personalities, program times, hell they want duplicate logs kept.

Too much of this and the Rush Limbaugh Show is going to go silent. small to medium sized stations don’t have the clerical staff to monitor or police all of this. So SMB stations will just drop Rush.

Who’s there to replace?

HazzardAyre.

That’s who.

With all that in your grip, I want to just say this to Rush, his sponsors and all the stations that gave us the bird, Some of us have bigger Stugots than others, and we are not afraid to display them.

Kim Lee and his groupies will be asking the same question once the diesel starts flowing through KDXB, here. When his two calve clingers the host in the morning and the one in the afternoon, which are getting worse ratings and thus less revenue, than we at KDXB are, will the offer to buy KBAR come out again ? To us? Have coffee with me sometime and I’ll tell ya’ll what’s really going on here with that.

Big day today. Studio getting started building over on west main for KDXB FM , see ya’ll this afternoon.

Just remember in radio in the Mountain West some of us have Bigger Stugots than the rest do and we ain’t afraid to show em.

L8R Ya’ll

Quote of the Day:
Intellectual growth should commence at birth and cease only at death.
--Albert Einstein

Galatians 5:22-23“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.”

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Have we not gotten better than this?

When I hear things like Afghan soldiers etc are going to invade America again, or that the itty bitty spacemen are coming, I gotta ask, what the hell do they want with this planet that’s the 3rd rock from our solar sun star? Especially when I read and hear reports like the young African-American teen going home through a planned community after fetching some Skittles Candy, gets shot? I’m not saying some of my own views are a bit racist at times, but this goes way out of the sand box. The thing is, the big bitch is that it was done by a white man. Fact is the kid was shot by some damn Cuban Chili shitter.

Now this is going to sound somewhat strange from a Confederate, but look, the African Americans were conned into getting on a damn ship, tied up and drug over here to work in cotton fields. The fact is not all were treated bad, some quite well.

On the same road here, no body is dragging up the Chili shitters over the border. Nobody wants that Mexican or Cuban weed they’re peddling over in our America, and yet they come in droves.

And what are they coming for? Better jobs? Shit, America’s economy is so screwed up it may well be Americans will be hoofing it over that fence to go work in Mexico. gas is cheaper in Mexico, rent and or home ownership is less in Mexico, and yet the Chiquita's and Hombres are coming up here. All bullshit.

But that’s getting off the subject.

What the hell, and ya’ll know it’s a fact, if that kid would have been white, cop or no cop, or wanna be cop, if a black guy would have popped a white kid, like that there would be a scream from one coast to another, the black guy would be in the klink, and facing murder charges if not strung up a keel hauled by now.

But because it’s a swapped around deal, hardly any barking at all cept for fodder on CNN and FoX News.

With segregation, equal rights, all the rest, and the tromping of the KKK, and their hideous policies, have we not gotten better than this? Next time the itty bitty spacemen come and need folks to go with them, I’m at the head of the line. As I say to Kahless(God) every day, God I’ve had enuff, I want to get off.

Good show last night but I’m tyred.

L8R Ya’ll

Quote of the Day:
If your number one goal is to make sure that everyone likes and approves of you, then you risk sacrificing your uniqueness and, therefore, your excellence.
--Anonymous

Amazing ain’t it? The limitations still of the Web

I often find myself scratching my brain wondering that with the so much it knows, how much it doesn’t know, concerning Web searches.

You can log into YouTube, enter a search request for Little Black egg, and find it.

Enter in the search request for information on Jimmy Mac, & The BlackJacks and only what little I have carved out comes up.

From one end of this Tragic Valley to the others and often for less than we were worth, Every other Saturday, mostly summer and during grad and pep drill gigs, Jimmy MacDonald, Myself, Ron Adams, Jimmy’s other half , Ricky, Bro and I loaded up my mini Diesel, and off to play music.

I have played music with many, in both pro and not so pro circles. But few could compare to Jimmy. Jimmy had only one eye, fingers that bled, due to hacking metal during the week at the Hazzard County Garage along with myself, but on stage that man could take any rock, pop and even a few country tunes and mirror them note for note or doing his own version of it. We did up a few of our own things, trouble was, Jimmy did not like to see any sign of being recorded. This puzzled many of us, especially Ron and myself.

I can remember Ron lining up this so called talent scout that ran some half baked catering service to come watch us, at one of T-Willy’s Cruize Nights in Boise.

It’d been good if she had.

That was one night that the magic covered the sky.

We basked in the warmth of those partying in front of us grooving to hot rods, food that was fried, and us.

We as a band packed every venue and gig, we did. From one of the last at Bliss High School, which was at grad that year, to the final winners dance, of the last Football game played at Bliss High School.

We were the last band to play the Trophy Club in Glenn’s Ferry Idaho, The last band to play the Rock Tavern in Jerome, in fact we were the last band to play in the lounge at the Ponderosa Inn of Burley. A gig set up by Mom, through owner George Forschler who in reality was in partnership with my Da , for ownership and operation of the former Ponderosa. >a slight interger here, the legal staff of the Knytes is looking into our claims on and my personal claim, on the money paid at the sale of the Ponderosa. Seems as though some paperwork has surfaced that shows that ye ole Wolf here was quite a bit short changed on that sale of that property. Part of which is some property with a shop, more on this in another entry<

Any whoose, The life story in fact the legend that was Jimmy Mac, short for Mac-Donald, and the BlackJacks is so entrenched into the decade history of this area of Idaho, that I’m very surprised that no one outside of me has ever put up anything.

I only got melancholy over this, because I saw for a short time three days by the way, someone had put up 2 minutes of us at Bliss High School, playing music. Trouble is somebody took it down.

This all needs written about, cataloged and documented for once.

After we get the move complete from the Rode House into Knytes HQ on West Main here in Burley, I’m getting together with club historians to get this all in all forms of media. Written, video and of course audio.

What I will say is this. Throughout all this digging, there’s a bunch of people that’s going to get their ass scorched. A county Auditor Treasurer/Realtor, Another Real estate broker, several Sheriff deputies, one Sheriff, two Judges, who's butts will get fried. Reason, many cover ups and skullduggery is about to be uncovered.

Including two people who own radio stations in this area other than us.

Hey I told some people that they ought be nicer to the club, I tried to keep peace, but watch ass’s burn.

L8R

Quote of the Day:
Nothing is too high for a man to reach, but he must climb with care and confidence.
--Hans Christian Andersen