Second Monday Motes

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The hypocrisy is large in this: Gina Carano has her own opinions. She is free to express them. Except when it isn’t the opinion of the site “We Got This Covered”, then she should be fired. It’s okay for the ex-Mr. Rosanne Barr, Michael Rappaport, or dozens of others to bully, threaten the sitting President, and anyone who supports him but gods forbid Gina from standing up for herself.

Oregon is the new Florida: The COVID “CARES Act” bailout money is being doled out to Oregon strippers, hookers, and lap dancers. Oregon, which may have the nation’s most elastic free speech code, announced that strippers and other “sex workers” are eligible for COVID relief funds because they have nowhere else to turn and are falling through the cracks in the pandemic. And you thought there might be waste, fraud, and abuse in the system.

Covid photo op: Here in Honolulu, the current Mayor came in 5th in the election. So now he’s talking about his 2022 run for the Governor’s office. Never one to miss a photo op, he was recently pictured while giving 2 visitors the proper mask, while they were on the beach, by themselves. Looking at the front-page picture, there doesn’t seem to be anyone within 30-40 feet. Yeah, can’t wait to vote him governor.

It was bound to happen: “Fake coronavirus test results being sold on black markets to tourists”. I remember years ago when there was a huge market for phony auto insurance cards. They went for about $25.00 and you could use a typewriter to fill them in. Now, it’s easier to get the insurance. I can’t understand someone needing a phony “Covid Test” result. There’s no place I want to go that bad.

Best headline: After snapping his fingers to destroy half of the galaxy, Thanos urges unity and working together.

Motes of Monday Re-do

Wow, spent the whole weekend reading about the “Trumper’s” riots happening all over the country. The fires, the looting, and the street-side assaults, it’s just awful. And the name calling and threats against those that voted differently. And all the super-spreader events held. Wow. Actually I spent the weekend watching “Taxi” and “Night Court”. And laughing my butt off, they still hold up.

Good news: My Mom didn’t vote for Biden this election. Why good news? She died in 2016.

Just asking: If one report of fraud is not enough to instigate an investigation, how many does it take?  One group reported over 2,100 people who were “deceased” had voted. The MSM says it was simply people with the same name. A mail employee says he was told to change date received so the ballot would be counted. Inspectors says he told them it was not what he saw. Mathematicians say the statistic curve is so far out, it’s a roller coaster not a curve. If even one report is true, and is proven, that should be enough to trigger a full investigation. There is no “Office of the President Elect”. It doesn’t exist. And you’re not “President Elect” until the electoral college says so.  

No vacation paradise: Images of terrified protesters fleeing police and gunfire have shaken one of Mexico’s top beach resorts and dealt another blow to a tourism industry already reeling from the coronavirus pandemic. The crackdown on Monday in front of Cancun city hall, where hundreds were demonstrating against the murder of a local woman, sparked national outcry and protests in Mexico City. Three people were injured when police fired in the air for several minutes and chased the mostly female demonstrators. “Fired in the air”, remember what goes up must come down. I personally know 2 people that have been injured by falling bullets.

 Ooops: A UK man with a phobia of water was found dead in a swimming pool after his estranged wife butt-dialed him while flirting with another man, according to a report. Gareth Rees, 49, was house-sitting for a millionaire pal in August when he got the errant call from Claire Rees as she held a “sexually suggestive” conversation with her new lover. When the wife realized that she was sharing her romantic talk with her horrified hubby, she raced to the house where she found his boozed-up, lifeless body in the water, the paper reported. Remember what I keep saying, act as if they are listening. Because they are listening.

Sunday Rant – DTI

Coming soon to a neighborhood near you.

9 Nov 20 82nd Anniversary of Kristallnacht, Wednesday 9 Nov 1938 “Kristallnacht,” or “Night of Broken Glass,” describes sudden, violent attacks on Jewish families and their property throughout Nazi Germany and Austria. Jewish homes, hospitals, synagogues, and businesses were violently demolished by hoards of semi-organized rioters. Individual Jews were attacked and beaten. Some were murdered. Thousands were rounded-up and incarcerated in newly-built concentration camps. 

The attacks were carried-out by “paramilitary forces” (identical to ANTIFA and BLM today) who were executing sincerest wishes of the Nazi government, but kept at arm’s length, so culpable officials could piously claim “plausible deniability” They always do! Yet, police stood-by, looking-on at the personal attacks and destruction of property taking place right in front of them, and did nothing. Of course, they had been ordered not to protect Jews, and they obeyed orders! 

The nation’s courts provided no relief either! We see parallels today! Kristallnacht had actually been planned for months, but the convenient pretext/catalyst was news that German diplomat, Ernst vom Rath, had been murdered in Paris, France the previous Monday by a Jewish teenager, Herschel Grynszpan. Grynszpan’s parents (in Germany) had recently been deported to Poland. Grynszpan went to the German embassy in Paris and asked to speak with an official. Vom Rath was apparently the first one encountered. Vom Rath was shot five times (pistol, caliber and brand unknown) and died two days later. Grynszpan was arrested immediately, without incident. How and why Grynszpan had left home and traveled to Paris is unknown. He had lived there since 1936. Grynszpan subsequently died, or was murdered, inside the Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp in Germany sometime during the War Years. 

He was never put on trial. Joseph Goebbels, Hitler’s “Minister of Propaganda,” decided against a public trial, because it was common knowledge (within the diplomatic community) that vom Rath was homosexual and well known within Paris’ homosexual community. In fact, vom Rath sought duty in Paris mostly for that reason. Allegations of a homosexual relationship between vom Rath and Grynszpan, though probably not true, caused Goebbels to decide against what would have been a glitzy, embarrassing “show trial.” 

In any event, Kristallnacht materialized shortly after news of vom Rath’s murder became generally known. In the aftermath, many Jews living in Germany and Austria tried to get out, any way they could. Most were not successful! “When there is no justice in the land, a nation’s administrators are little more than a gang of criminals” Augustine.

 “Gangs of Criminals” are found in every government, including ours. They are utterly amoral and immanently capable of their own version of “Kristallnacht” any time they see an opportunity! Who naively believe they will always enjoy protection from courts and police need to study history! 

/John

Saturday Story

MONARCH MADNESS AND THE GREAT TITTY BUST

Normal Monarch parties were always great.

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

The one 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 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 downhill, 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 barebones run it like you just stole it chopper. Those days, a chopper was something you built, not something you bought. But 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 brothers 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 every one 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 starters 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 rock 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. 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, 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 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 had 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, 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.

Motes To Weekend By

I got to thinking Wednesday: I wonder how long it will be until some “progressive” azzhole decides it’s too much trouble to have a holiday, Veterans day, in the middle of the week. They’ll decide to just make it the second Friday of November so we can all “enjoy” another three-day weekend. “A man that does not honor his traditions, has no honor.”

Train to live: At least 50 people have been beheaded by militant Islamists in northern Mozambique, according to multiple reports on Monday. The militants, who are allegedly linked to the Islamic State (ISIS), conducted a series of attacks on villages in the country in recent days. At least one village saw a sports field turned into an “execution ground,” where the attackers decapitated and chopped bodies. The “failure drill” was originally called “the Mozambique” “Two in the chest, one in the head. Then you know the fxxxr ‘s dead.”  

King, not President: Joe Biden plans to hit the ground running on his first day in the White House with designs on enacting four executive orders, rolling back President Trump’s efforts on a number of issues. In other words, he’ll issue “mandates” in the form of executive orders, by-passing the legislative process. The only thing standing in the way of Biden and his radical executive orders will be the much-maligned John Roberts and the U.S. Supreme Court. E.O.’s aren’t new. J.F.K. issued 214, J. Carter did 320, Clinton 364, Obama only issued 276, and Trump 194. But the leader was F.D.R. with 3,728.

Beware: A touching video showing a former ballet dancer, Marta C. González, afflicted with memory loss gracefully dancing as she hears the music from Tchaikovsky’s ballet Swan Lake has gone viral worldwide. The video was recently shared by the Asociación Música para Despertar, a Spanish organization that promotes music therapy for those afflicted by memory loss, dementia and Alzheimer’s disease. It truly is touching. The problem is, it is apparently not González dancing — and the archival performance is not of Swan Lake, either. The clips are of a former prima ballerina from Russia’s Mariinsky Ballet, Uliana Lopatkina.  In common terms, a hoax to raise money. A lie is a lie, no matter how good your intention. A lie for profit, is a damn lie.

Heading to Hilo for the weekend. Nothing special planned. Enjoy the Saturday story, read the Sunday Rant. Stay aware. Stay safe.

Saturday Story

I am a little late with a birthday Greeting for my friend C.W. McCall.

Convoy

I’ve mentioned that I was a country music disc jockey. I was actually at the changing of the “ways”.

The station used mostly “CD’s” but was also set-up to use cassettes, cartridges, vinyl LP’s and a reel to reel tape player. Both old and new technology.

I learned to work all of them and since I worked the overnight shift I got to “play” a little and would sometime merge 2 or 3 songs and systems into one.

I once merged Patsy Cline and Garth Brooks, both doing “Walking After Midnight” and it worked so well I had people calling in to ask where they could buy the CD or album. I had to tell them no such luck, but I had told them to get their recorders ready.

One of the most fun things I did was an interview, on “air”, with C.W. McCall of “Convoy” fame.

It all started when I got an idea I wanted to track C.W. down, for some reason.

So I approached the program director and asked if I could do and “on air interview”. She agreed, as long as I did the hunt on my own time and money. This was in 1993 so there was no internet, etc to use, so I did it the old fashion way, by telephone.

It was a labor of love and I finally got a home address from a “Post Mistress” in a little town in Colorado. She knew “C.W.” by his real name Bill Fries, as he had been the town mayor.

I mailed him a letter asking for an interview, included a list of questions I wanted to ask and gave him the stations telephone number (remember no cell phones).

A couple of weeks later I received a letter from Bill giving me his home number, the best times to call, Colorado time of course, and saying he’d be happy to  do the interview.

The station program manager almost fell over when I presented it to her with a request to record the interview that weekend. She said she had been sure I’d never find him.

My worry was I’d never be able to keep Bill talking, as C.W., long enough to fill a one hour show, including commercials and music inserts.

Oh boy, I couldn’t have been more wrong. I called on a Saturday. And by the time I hung up, we had more than 2 hours of taped conversation.

C.W. was a pro, he’d let me lead him into a conversation that would lead right into the music and he even did a couple of the commercials.

Then he recorded 9 or 10 introductions to include all the disc jockeys. Alas, I’ve lost the recording of the interview but I still have an 8 track cassette of his promo, a signed LP cover, and a very nice autographed picture and letter from him. It was a good show and suddenly the other disc jockeys started coming up with who they wanted to interview. But it was not to be.

A few months later the station, at least the country AM side, was sold and became an alternative rock station.

The C.W. McCall interview was the most fun I ever had on radio and he was genuine gentleman and a professional. He remains an e-mail and letter friend to this day.

I’d ride in his convoy any day.

An Happy Birthday CW. 🙂

Thursday Motes For You

A sad good-bye: Norm Crosby, the deadpan mangler of the English language who thrived in the 1960s, ’70s and ’80s as a television, nightclub and casino comedian, has died. He was 93. “I was looking around for fresh ideas, and I kept hearing people misuse words,” he told an interviewer in 1989. “So I started to use it in my act.” he said people “should have an apathy for one another; they should have rappaport for each other.” Today’s kids, he said, “gotta cut that umbrella cord and split.” I remember Crosby from those days, and let’s face it, literally every comedian loves to use words wrong. He will be missed.

Not the answer: Michelle Obama tweeted Saturday that Democrats should reach out to Trump voters even though they supported “lies, hate, chaos, and division.” Yes, the best way to way to “heal” is call the other side “liars” and “haters”. Oh, and be sure to tell everyone on the “other side” about the lists they appear on. That’ll make everyone feel better about healing. That’ll heal everything. Sorry, no.

WTF: Heard about a study regarding electric vehicle. This study claims 70% of families with 6-13-year-old children “consult” with them before making a decision on a new vehicle. WHAT? Sorry, a 6-13-year-old child is just that, a child. I don’t consult “children” before making an “adult” decision.

Make them play by their own rules: How long before we start the investigation on if Biden’s threat to withhold US funds, unless a prosecutor was fired, as an impeachable offense? I say lets wait until January 15th, 2021. Can we make it last 3 years? Of course, we can.

“King White”?       Rrrrraaaacccciiiiissssstttttt  !!!!!!

Tuesday Motes To Ponder

What can go wrong: They are talking about allowing Honolulu Police officers to collect on the spot payments when citing citizens for not wearing a mask. Without going into the Constitutional violations, having a cop collect fines “on the spot”. What could go wrong with that? Seems to me that’s the way they do it “down south”.

Not President yet: Nobody has decided Biden has won. That will not be decided untiul the “Electorial College” meets and votes. So let’s stop calling him president-elect Biden. And there will be a lot of legal stuff before then. I have an idea, let’s have another vote. Only one thing on the ballet. Trump or Biden. Period. Nothing else. All votes submitted in a three-day spread. All votes must be verified. All voters must be verified as alive, and must be “legal” voters . No last minute 300k found votes. Watchers from both parties at all counting places. 

You just got to look hard: If you take a walk through the forests of Australia’s east coast, you might come across the greater glider — a possum-sized marsupial with big ears and a long furry tail, that glides from tree to tree. Until last week, the glider was classified as a single species, but a new study found that it was actually three different ones, marking the discovery of two new marsupial species. Can the “re-discovery” of the Tasmanian Tiger be far off? I hope not.

Love(Head)Line: A French priest who was shot outside his church, was the victim of his lover’s jealous husband, according to prosecutors. The husband insisted he did not intend to kill the priest when he blasted him with a sawn-off shotgun that he later tossed away. Sure, I always use a “sawed-off shotgun” to not kill someone.