Don’t Grab The Hot Motes

A couple of sad notes first

Good-bye to Peter Tork of the “Monkees”. The whole concept and beginning of the band was over a bet between two producers. One said he could make a star out of anyone with the right staging and publicity.. He was right.

And to George Mendosa, the sailor in that  famous end of World War II picture of “The Kiss In Times Square”. Interesting background story. What you don’t see is the girl George was really with stranding off to one side. They ended up married for 71 years.

Surprise surprise surprise. (No this isn’t about Jim Neighbors.) The State of Hawaii does send homeless back to the mainland on one-way tickets.This has been a floating rumor for years. Now confirmed, the State pays half, the other half is covered by the visitor industry and private donors. There are some restrictions and they do have to have someone that will help them when they get “home”, but at least it’s something .

The definition of a SJW is; “Having so much free time and money you can spend your day on-line bitching about a John Wayne interview, from 1971”.  (@BridgetPhetasy). Of course most of those doing the bitching weren’t even alive at that time and really have no idea what life was like at the time. To them I say, : “Shut up, leave Mom’s basement, and go get a real job, not politics”.

A side note, I met Wayne in the elevator of the Ilikai in 1964 while he was filming “In Harm’s Way”. I was so star struck I couldn’t even speak. He was polite and said “Hi”.

A very nice article on my friend Ken Onion in this months Hawaiian Airlines Magazine.

I really miss Sunday at the “Tahitian Lanai”, coffee and banana muffins poolside. Really do miss it.

Little Floating Motes

Well, the “hate” crime of the century turns out to be another hoax. Real hate crimes, usually black on white, black on Jewish, or women on men, is rarely reported and never part of the CNN news hour.

It appears that white Christian men or women, cannot be the victims of hate crime. BS. Just ask anyone who’s ever gone through “kill haole” day.

The French International Fencing Association has just announced it will now recognize “Light Sabre” as a fencing weapon and will recognize its use in sanctioned competition. All I can conjure up is a bunch of overweight, be-speckled, nerdish, mom’s basement dwellers changing their names to “Fatbottom Sweatfast” and swinging their light sabre’s with wild abandon and very little skill.      I cringe.

The definition of insanity is often quoted as; “doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result”. Or we could say; “electing the same people over and over and expecting them to do something for us.” Lazy Hirono has been in office since 1980. She practiced law for 2 years (78-80) and has been a career politician for 39 years. But Hawaii keeps electing her over and over and over etc.

Maybe it’s really time to take a step forward and change things and see what result we get. Hey, what’s the worst that could happen? Please, someone tell what could happen. Please.

MONARCH MADNESS AND THE GREAT TITTY BUST

There are parties with bikers, there are “biker” parties, and there were “Monarch Parties”. But, above all there was “Monarch Madness”.

“Monarch Madness” parties were entirely in another realm. Hell, another planet.

MONARCH MADNESS AND THE GREAT TITTY BUST

The Monarchs MC was always in the “giving” group. The MC often held fund raisers for fallen brothers and sisters and rarely missed another clubs party/fund raisers.

But the “Madness” was a yearly party that often set and raised the bar for parties. Complete with booze, dancing girls (literally) and the food was always something. One year it was a chili cook-off, another was a bar-b-que done on site and another was a real east coast clam bake with 450 to 500 pounds of fresh east coast clams flown in the night before.

There were always a lot of guns, knives and other implements of destruction, but I don’t remember a single fight involving them. An armed group of bikers, is a polite group of bikers.

But the one party that stands out to me was the year of the ramped bike show, and the great titty bust. (Pun intended)

The MC clubhouse was in the industrial area of Waipahu at the very end of a set of secluded warehouses.

You could not see the clubhouse from the street, and the MC would set-up plywood walls in the parking lot so the party was pretty well blocked from the public eye. If you got really drunk and stupid, you would be “asked”, sometimes forcefully, to leave.

The cops pretty much left the MC alone because they policed themselves; hence no call to the police regarding the club or the clubhouse. The other warehouse users either attended or just stayed away for the weekend.

This was a spectacular party even by Madness standards. There was food, beer, shots, three bands and a ramped stage for a bike show. The bike show was where it started down hill, so to speak.

Monarch Woody was proud of his rigid framed, suicide jockey shifting, kick starting, hard core, old school, ape hangered shovel head. A bare-bones run it like you just stole it chopper. Those days, a chopper was something you built, not something you bought.

Thing is those suicide shifts can be tricky. Woody rode up the ramp, dropped the kick stand and shut it down. The party “announcer” read off the specs then told Woody to “light it up”.

Funny thing, when those bikes are in gear, and you jump on the kick starter, they have a real tendency to launch forward several inches to several feet. With the ape hangers, Woody’s left hand was just level with his shoulder. With a strong grip on the handle bar Woody came down on the kicker. The bike lurched forward, Woody forgot to let go and the sound of his shoulder dislocating could be heard several rows back. So could Woody’s groan. He did not scream but the groan was indicative of pain, a lot of pain.

To his credit he didn’t drop the bike. One of his MC’s brother jumped on stage, held the bike while Woody moved off and out of sight. The brother rolled the bike off stage and the next contestant rolled up. Nothing short of death, and maybe dismemberment, stops a Monarch Madness.

Backstage, inside the clubhouse, Woody was doing his best to cover up the amount of pain he was in.

It was decided that there was no choice and ambulance was called. Woody met the ambulance, and responding beat cop, out at the curb so they didn’t have any reason to ‘walk the party”. Even in pain, a patch holder watches out for his brothers and makes sure his guests have a good time and are not hassled.

As the day passed everyone waited for the final event, then it was time for the wet t-shirt contest. This was always the highlight of Madness.

Usually there was a 200 to 250 dollar prize that was often supplemented by passing the hat if it was a good contest.

The best thing was the Madness contest was always limited to “non-pro O’ladies”. That means it was a no “dancers” contest. But gotta tell you, some of us have pretty good looking O’ladies.

The contest got off to a rousing start. There were 12-15 startees and they were all trying to get that prize. The water was ice cold so the results were obvious immediately.

There was music, dancing, and the t-shirts soon came off and it got down and dirty.

Remember how the clubhouse was located at the rear of the warehouse? At the rear was a drive around, then a 25-30 foot pock wall. At the top of the wall was a chain-link fence, set 2 to 3 feet back. Then 15 to 20 feet of grass between the fence and the roadway, all this becomes important later.

Madness wet T-shirt contests were usually the last “event” of the day and often took a while to declare a winner. This one was no different. It took over half an hour to get down to the 4 finalists.

Those 4 girls were working the crowd and earning the prize money when the unthinkable happened.

The cops showed up.

A lot of cops showed up.

And they started talking about arresting the “naked in public” women.

Say what!!!!!

For “Public lewdness”.

It appeared these 7 or 8 cops figured they were pretty tough, but I knew they were outnumbered 10 or 12 to 1, and just as out gunned. In any biker group that size, there was always some serious fire power.

None of those guns were visible, and none were drawn, but there were some very angry bikers.

Woody had come back from the hospital and as club “P” he did ALL the talking to the cops. The MC members made sure everyone stayed calm, and back; at least away from the cops.

There was one cop doing all the talking about arresting people. He was wearing 2 stars for 10 years police service. But he wasn’t a sergeant. Call him 2 stars.

The Monarchs usually had a good rapport with the area cops, but nobody knew this guy. He was bound and determined to arrest the 4 finalists.

Remember, these cops had parked in the street, walked the entire length of the warehouse, walked around three plywood barriers, pushed through the crowd, and started talking about arrests.

I overheard one guy ask his wife/girlfriend contestant,

“You gonna win?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“I don’t have any bail money. If you don’t win, you’ll have to stay until Monday court.”

The look she gave him would have killed a lesser man. He smiled, she smiled, and I really hoped he was kidding.

Finally the sergeant arrived on the scene. That initial cop was still talking arrest. And as of yet, the 4 finalists were only partially clothed and still wet.

First thing the sergeant does is let the ladies put on some clothes.

Then he asked the”2 stars” how did he see the contest and decide to arrest for “public” anything.

Remember when I described the back of the warehouse area? “2 stars” took the sergeant there. He then parked his vehicle, walked across the lawn, and by leaning his weight against the fence, he could push it outward just enough to see the stage. And he watched for the whole show before deciding to call for back-up on the “public lewdness”. Public?

The sergeant was a veteran with about 4 stars on his uniform. He looked at all the other cops and told them to go back to work. He looked at “2 stars” and told him to go back to the office while he tried to talk “the party givers” out of filing a complaint about his unlawful invasion of property, abuse of authority, threatening, and everything else they could complain about.

Seems the sergeant understood this guy had screwed up because the contest was never “in public” and he had had no cause to enter the party. He also put all the other officers responding in jeopardy.

Hell, we were just happy to get all of them out a there.

So the cooler heads prevailed, the police departed, the crowd sort of decided it was time to go before “2 stars” was back on the road.

A collection was taken, a substantial amount was added to the prize money; and then divided evenly between the 4 finalists. Nobody needed bail money and everyone agreed this was one of the greatest Monarch Madness ever.

Electric Motes

Well, by now you should know there is a real weather problem. For God’s sake, it snowed on Maui ! Holy crap Batman.

Remember a while back  when the former vice president said that by 2020 there will be no more polar bears? Headline; Polar Bears Overrun Region (Russia). Maybe they heard the same speech and decided not to go without a fight.

Jail Nurse Poisons Husband So She Can Marry Inmate Doing Life.  I have no idea how this would work. Maybe she was only interested in  conjugal visits? Maybe the husband was not as nice as the guy doing life.

Houston; 2 Pot Smokers broke into an abandoned house, and find an overweight tiger. Fortunately  the tiger was caged and there was packs of meat next to it. Can you imagine what would happen if the Tiger had gotten the munchies?

And this one makes my blood boil.

Florida (of course) Man Id’d After Being Seen In A Video Sexually Molesting A Siberian Husky. At the time of the incident the accused was wearing a “doggy suit” and was seen beating the animal with a “sex toy”. This is wrong on so many levels it’s hard to know where to start. I think this self identification thing is just a little out of hand.

Jerry’s Good-bye

I have seen a lot of weird stuff along this ride of life. Even experienced more than my share. I have found, that as a group, bikers re a little more superstitious than most groups. Maybe there’s a reason.

Jerry’s Good-bye

I spent most of one year with my folks in Las Vegas. It was the year before Pop died and when I found out my wife and mother cannot occupy the same house for very long.

It was a Sunday morning and I was sitting on Mom’s back lanai having some coffee when I noticed a single raven land on the top of the back wall/fence.

Seeing ravens was not unusual for the area, but seeing a single raven was sort of unusual. Normally they fly in groups. But there it was, a solo raven, sitting on the wall, looking at me, looking at him.

It was probably 2 or 3 minutes later when 6 or 7 more ravens landed on the wall, but separate from that first one by several feet. There was some caw cawing, or whatever sound ravens make, and the group flew off. The single raven sat there for a moment, and then he too took flight and I could see him join the group.

At that moment the phone rang and my mom told me it was Julie. I answered and my wife tells me “Honey, Monarch Jerry was killed early this morning. He was riding back to the clubhouse and slid on a metal plate on Dillingham Boulevard. He hit a wire or something and they said he died at the scene. Dallas just called me.”

I took a moment, and then told her of the raven and what had just transpired. I then said, “I think that was Jerry saying Good-bye.”

A few months later I related this story to the Monarchs at their clubhouse. It got real drunk out that night.

 

 

Told Ya So Motes

On July 23, 2018 ( 7 months ago) I tried to warn the Hawaii bikers that the helmet laws were coming this year. I got a big yawn.

Yesterday the announcement came out, with the usual 24 hours notice, the first “public” hearings are starting. On helmet laws. “But this only applies to moped’s. Not motorcycles.” That’s where it starts. If you don’t think that’s just the tip of the iceberg, just wait. Oh, and buy a helmet.

 

A while back I predicted Tulsi’s run at the presidency. Boy, I did not see David Duke    (a for real KKK member) endorsing her. That, I did not see.

 

Just heard Phantom of the Opera is returning to Honolulu. When it was performed here the first time, my boss bought tickets for everyone as a Christmas gift. At that time I was SBU president, and the date of the show was the same date as the Toys for Tots run that year.

I got up at five am, rode from Waianae to Ala Moana Park. Did all those little damn things that pop up during that run, lead the parade, went to the party (and we threw a party) afterward, rode back home, changed clothes, jumped in the car and drove to the Blaisdell theater, and saw the show.

Okay, maybe “saw the show” isn’t exactly accurate. I was there. It had been a long day. But this time I’m going to see it, remember it, and I’m gonna have a wonderful time.

Update

On November 3, 2018 I posted a piece called “Correct Spelling Is Important”. Last week the Honolulu Police Department announced the “Cold Case” detail was re-opening the case and taking another look at it. I hope they have success.

Last year I did mostly stuff from my years as a police officer.

This year I’ll be posting more about my years wearing a “3 piece patch” as a member of one of the largest M/C’s (motorcycle club). It was never the Sons Of Anarchy, sometimes more like the gang that couldn’t shoot straight. Stay tuned.