Wednesday, November 21, 2018

All the hoopla over Christmas and why is it that I'm always sniffing feet?

All this hoopla over Christmas. Seems everwhere you look everyone is saying, Merry Christmas or Happy Thanksgiving, pretty hard to get festive over such things when your facing being homeless. I know that I'll rise above this with all 4 paws on the ground but you'd think Church types would dig in and help someone facing such a crisis this time of year. I don't like being helpless or asking anyone for anything, but this Cook crook, kept rasing rent amounts and conned me into this joint last June that it finally came to a head. Getting out from under that and all is not the depressing part, and I wonder what the Judge was thinking when he issued the eviction order, being the holidays and all especially Thanksgiving. Hard to get in touch with someone to pin down a place to live with all of that. But so it goes. It's really hard to concentrate or plan anything, thinking the omen of doom is on the horizon. Okay then onto something a bit lighter.
I have never figured out and there's been many of a head shrink that has tried to figure it out, but it always seems or should I say seams? that for some goofy reason, I'm always attracted to women's feet especially if they are wearing nylon hosiery of some sort. Sue our resident relationship advisor says its normal that all guys have some measure of a fetish, and that in the right idea that its healthy. However it always seams that anything with toes in hose or just toes are my weakness. Or aspiration depending on how you look at it. My main vocation outside of flying is Towing or as I spell it Toewing. One of the main steps into professionalism, on the radio op was in an office next to a foot doctor there in Evanston, Wyoming. I don't know if it was the fact that watching TV shows of the mid to late 1960's with all things leggy and in tights, or if it was a teacher that tutored me in 6th Grade, who wore skirts so short you could see everything or what it was or is, but put the right looking woman in nylons with the right set of legs, and she has me in her spell, and completely undivided attention. 

Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Guess its not just me, seems as all of Facebook and Instagram is out of sorts this morning

Guess I'm not the only one. According to WISH TV and some reporting stations across the nation, it would seem that good old FakeBook, and Instagram is out of sorts this morning. Guess the fires and all in California has disturbed the grand pooh pah, of social webnet sites. In other news. Had a brilliant concept, that the move is closing in fast, but what was it we came to western Idaho, to do in the beginning? To rebuild KTOW as the mothership of the HazzardAyre/AyreWolfFM network. Okay so that is the hessitation right. Why not go find quarters for that and if I need to bunk up at a motel if need be. So that's the mission for today. Stay tuned. 

Monday, November 19, 2018

It's been said Politics make strange bedfellows it can also be said all political talk is just trash

It's been said, by those much wiser than I, that politics make strange bedfellows, it can also be said that way too much political talk radio gets boring, to the point you start snoring. Earlier this afternoon, I cruised up the the food store I go to, to snag a tuna salad and some moo, for lunch. Plus needed some worm dirt for my lip. So I am tuned into the Rush Limbaugh show, that at times has some great points to consider. Thing is now that the Republicans have ambushed the senate, and the House will now be dominated by the Democrats, these radio talk show folks have nothing really big to talk about. Hannity has little, Rush even worse. Except to pin the whole malay on Hilary Clinton, of the tyraid on the 2016 elections and laying the win to the supposedly espionage by social media imposing will, on Trump, the thing is enough already. The billions of dollars the tax payers like you and me for all these hearings and so on, over this fiasco, could be giving millions of us on Social Security a much bigger boost than the 2.8% COLA due in January. Or even money being gave in grants to build subsidized housing to those that can't get the $2,000.00 a month apartments. Lets face it when it comes to housing, at least affordable housing in this nation, you don't hardly stand a chance. When I see, Veteran's who fought the good fight, homeless or near there, sleeping on the street in these cold winter months, I say enough with the political scrap fights and lets use that money being spent on that for something a lot more productive. So that be as it may. Heard some wimpering from old Rush on the fact that somehow his hands were not clean regarding the Monica Lewinski thing. Really? Then there was some mention about, that if you side with President Trump your racist, since Trump says racist things. Just by being a Trump supporter. Really? What about the overall public being bigoted and racist in tearing down all Confederate monuments? What about, the fact that the true story of the war of northern invasion? For that matter, why is it that Rush Sean and others don't talk about that? Or the fact that if a white guy assaults a black guy its all over the news and newsfeeds. But if a black guy, assaults a white guy , you hardly hear anything about it. Talk about fair, balanced and none biased phooey. Of course I'd like to see all media being forced to tell the truth, whether its editorial, or an ad. Example: A eastern block woman, puts up an ad in FB's Marketplace section. A Mobile home at $800.00 a month. Pricey but I could do that. So you make a point and appointment to go take a gander. Oh the trailer was great, but, the thing is you have to have your financial pedigree, plus be making 4 times the rent. Who the hell around here that would rent that trailer is making $3,200.00 a month? More over, why does it not say that on the ad? If it had said that I'd have skipped over the ad and been looking at other possible places to live. No I wait all weekend and go to see this and learn it ain't exactly what's in the ad? Now there are those that say when we do a ad for on air's and such we don't say everything. Excuse me I always put it out there of exactly what is expected. No fuss no muss. Then there are those Artificial Intelligence systems. Dig this, I saw an ad a few days ago, about a all around tow truck op, job in and near Orem Utah. Sounded good, so I filled out this questionare and since then , every damn fleet in the nation has been calling. How about the people placing the ad for the tow truck job, just saying job is filled, thanks for your time. Just tell the dang truth. But no body ever talks about telling the truth in media, except Trump, who threw out and cut off his press pass to a reporter from CNN for not telling the truth. Look I love this nation. It is, even with its problems the place everyone from around the world wants to reside here. Even with that, America is in need of a serious overhaul. 
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WolfPack Daily Breefs

The studio is now quiet, spooky in a way, usually I'm barking and howling at the top of my lungs and rockin, but sadly not this morning. The silence is not a permanante thing, but financial circumstances dictated that we had to pull back on the purse strings this month and our carrier for our webcast is now silent at least for a month or so. Seems as just as we are about to snag the trophy bell, something pulls the plug. But we'll still be there after the 1st of the year. So too I have to restructure myself and not be so gullable and all too trusting of people outside the WolfPack. Seems every time I start looking outside of our howlin circle is when I get bit or at least kicked in the teeth. I trusted in things on a Church basis, I trusted in a scoundrel of a property owner, and I trusted in some of those so called FB friends. Who are more acquainteneces rather than friends. 80% or better of them would no more divvy up money to help someone than they would forgo their Friday night brewski. The stories of stories going viral on FB and people reaching out to give financial aid through say etc, only do so, if your a ethnic, minority female who just had a bad bit of luck. Not a Veteran who just got booted from his domicile due to a hiccup in VA processing. No people outside our nation, and the loners on FB are there because many of them have no one else. And they transfer their lonely to a bunch of people that have no real return interest in them. 
Okay then enough of my whining and boo hooing. 
While the howl of the wolf may be silent at least online, that don't mean that we are completely silent for in our area we can still be heard over the air, on terrestrial radio. Our mission has not changed, we are still the information and educational source with a touch of humor entertainment, of and for those of us who have and still do strap on an aircraft to fly in harms way in defense of this nation as Navy and Marine Aviators. Likewise we are the only true voice of the present day Confederacy, not just remembering that of old, but revitalizing the present. We are truly the Wolvez in amongst the sheep. I still remember that day at Deseret Transportation in Utah at the tail end of the 1990's. President Hinckley of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, came over, and sat down with me on a stack of dirty truck tires, had a cup with me and said right there and then that I was in fact the Good Wolf in amongst the Sheep, that I kept Church membership where ever I went nervous and not resting on their complacency. That it was good that I did what I did to keep some of the older church members jumping. A task that I hold dear to everyday. I'm proud that since 2001 when we formed this unit, and all the things we have done, that to stop the prowl of the Wolvez would be tragic. Any mile Good morning ya'll time to go sniff out some places for me and the station.

Sunday, November 18, 2018

Ever get the idea that there are days you just want to punch out?

Do you ever get the idea, that your life is so messed up that you ask why is it against the law if you just want to punch out from the world and mortal coil? Why is it that there are not places, say a morgue or such where you could just walk in, ask to be put to death and it be done? Is it strictly a biblical thing or is it that a political thing? Here lately I have been thinking about that quite a bit. After all I have done everything that could be done in life, cept maybe get hitched, even that wouldn't be no sweat to have missed, but I have lived and I mean LIVED quite a life, so why punish me Dear Lord by making me live yet another day? 
Okay then enough of my bitter woah is me stuff. Seems as the old adage of if it doesn't kill you it makes you stronger, applies. With every one of my life's challenges I gain new incite as to new ideas or thoughts. I caught a post on old Zeb's Blog this morning that made me think. I don't know if he started his blog before mine or I started mine before his, in many ways my life and Zeb's has really mirrored each others. Unlike Zeb, I did not have Polio, but my early childhood had some great challenges health wise. My immune system was messed up as a baby. Although I could navigate pretty well, and all still every blooming virus that could be had , dropped down on me. Coupled with fevers of 108 to 110, convulsions. I can remember going to the hospital at 1 year old, yes I can remember it, why , who knows, but I remember it. I was set to have my tonsils out. It was near Christmas, we had just moved from Idaho back to Utah,(which is where I wished we would have stayed following Mom & Dads retirement from Hill Air Force Base in 1971) We drove to an old hospital right in the middle of Ogden Utah. I could see all the Christmas lights on Washington Blvd, there and hear the songs, and yet, at the end of visiting hours Mom and Dad left, and here I was all alone in that cold, hospital room. Hospital rooms then looked and felt much colder than they do now. Tonsil removal was a heap different then too. Wouldn't you know it two days after surgery, I got an infection, my system was overloaded and they had to put me in a big tub of pretty cold water just to reduce my fever and swelling. Of course they administered Penicilian which a year after they finally figured out that that medicine and I were allergic to each other. It wasn't until I was just turning 5 that Jean Hatch CEO at a place that her husband Jack Hatch brother of Senator Orin Hatch of Utah, they ran a place called Candy Campus, a sort of pre-school. Apparently their daughter Jolene had the same problem. Our good blood cells and our bad blood cells were messed up. But a Doctor named Harrold Jensen of Farmington Utah started giving me twice weekly shots of Gama Globlin. Which over time strengthened my immune system to where I could fight off virus's and such. Its days like today and weeks like I have had this past week and over two months, I ask the question, " God why didn't you just let me die?" 
More Later.