Failure, is not bad, it's God's way of telling you to regroup and change your course of action

 

Yesterday over last night I was feeling lower and more self pitiful than a snake in a wagon rutt. But as I was, Big John calls, we get to talking and remembering old times, and I begin to see things and the direction that was brought quite by serious fury, into my world back in 1999. 

There I was, in my front room, watching, no less Black Sheep Squadron on TV, got up to go to the indoor latrine, hey those eggs and all HAD to go somewhere. So sat there reading the local news rag, when I heard two serious Pratt and Whitney engines. Thinking I had left the TV on too loud, went into my front room, and found that it was not the TV, but the real thing overhead. Two F4U's overhead flying out to Jerome's AP. So I went out to the truck where my scanner was, turned it on, and perhaps that was the reignition, of a line of a glide path that my life was going to take. 

Now understanding that anything and everything had aviation involved in my lyfe's view, since I was born, okay two years after I was born. Living in Layton Utah, just outside of HAFB's front door and quite down view of their main taxiway, One could not ignore those fighters flying off and landings. Having a Dad who was working on base way too many hours, something called cross branch OSI work. (still don't completely understand that.)Mom was working at first Personeel and me on weekends, having full access to every damn thing on that base, except the NCO club, and even that at times there with Dad, drinking Shirley Temples(gingeraisles.) Never understood why they just didn't call it Ginger Aisles? Didn't want serious cocktails, being deep inside the predominant religion of Utah. Any flyte, out in the main hanger, I was crawling in, playing with, and even getting greasy, in every darn aircraft in the Marine, AirForce and Navy aircraft of the 1960's early 1970's. My Mom engineered in a team the landing system, of the C5A Galaxy 

 

Hey, it's one thing to get it up, it's another to get it back on earth. But aviation was and is, the main center of life at least my life. Back in as recent as 2013, after Native American Rick, embezzled thousands of Dollars of the Knytes and made me look like a bafoon, it was taking over the Ayre-Wyng of the club, that saved me, and my existence of being in the Club. This was after many years of high flyte, from being and in many ways of both the 214, as well as the 466th, 3rd Marines unit, Yuma Arizona, long after the WolfPack had been formed, being or living in or at an airport, moreover being fortunate to living on Military airbases, was essential well being. So as I chatted overnight with big Jon, here over landline, this is why Jon is still the big kahuna here. Even at 73 years, 10 years older than I, and if there is anyone on Earth that knows me any better than Jonny, I ain't met em. Why? since the early years on Spurlock Drive, in Layton, to now. Jonny has been in my picture. We played cars and mini trucks in my Mom's flower garden, spent hours under and in engines, building bikes, but those days Dad, My dad took me out to HAFB, its been things flying. Considering that in the leaning years of the 1970s, Bro and I were building a VW Rabbit, into a mini helicopter, sidelined after boots, white go-go 

that I collided with Hazzard, big Jon said last night that the Hazzard thing while all groovy in itself, is a fading sunset. Until the Club gets access to the area of Idaho, to build the real Hazzard City, perhaps I need to doing what I love. Flying. So since we talked, I made a big decision, dedicate myself to things WolfPack, and less Knytes, more flyte than bikes. Or the MC, it's flyte. Our radio gig will be taking flyte rather than too much truck. Or Hazzard. While I'm nowhere near selling LexiBelle, 

her days of daily use, are now on the setting sun, I'm in flying. Oshkosh is in 4 days, not making it this year, but you can bet your next FAA inspection, that I will next year. Instead of shop space, it's going to be Hangar space, instead of many things it's aviation. Which even with type 2 diabetes, and pending review for my med card, I'm in the clouds, not so much snagging and dragging. While there are bikers and car clubs all over, there aren't too many aviation groups, except for ours, here in our area of Idaho. Now you may say, aviation isn't here. Consider that in not too many years ago, if you didn't have a pilot in your crew, or had a pilot on your staff, you couldn't open a business in Idaho. So in months to come many changes will be happening here. Including the location of both the organization, as well as the radio werx. 

Pinups and aerial photography in my next post.

Local Women that want to hook up tonight, Bullshit.

 

Now it says in all those come on ads I get in my trash stash on my email, that there are wyld women that want a roll in the hay stack. Some are hitched but want to cheat anyway. Really? Ever seen one that really show up? Ever experience anything from one of those ads, except a ton of more junk mail, tarnished credit card, and still having to take matters in hand? I ain't never seen it. Of course this is only one tail to wag. I get so much BS in my inbox trash stash, that I wonder, are all these women REALLY all alone, bored and not getting bounced? Or is it just more Kahn on top of con? I think you know the out come results. These women are not bored, not desperate, not in need, the only thing they need is greed, and they need that more than anything, although 80% of the time, these same tramps are more into sucking you're wallet, not anything else. Not to be outdone, seems or seams, sorry, tried to find hot stockings with the black seam down the back, I have a shot or two of that, but not in the temperament to be looking for it. Show came out okay last night, and with any luck Lumen wont pull the plug until Friday, but you never know about those scallywags. Thing is Both Twitter and Facebook, facebook less these days, Twitter way too much. Hey I love looking at all things Leggy, but nothing else. These squeezes call girls and others thinks, that guys are into milk jugs, and hind quarters. No thank you, give me slim, legs, with just a bit of meat on em, stuffed inside nice stockings, and you have my absolute attention. But these hustling women, all think guys are into nipples. Sorry, it ain't so. Take a serious survey, guys are into things waiste down, not mid-drift up. Every thing I see on social media says butts. Again sorry. Many guys are, and cans that look like the back of a refueling aircraft, are just not what I think look great. Any body that plays on the backside, rather than down under, is guilty, in Idaho of Sodomy. And Idaho, has some really bad, albeit antiquated, still you will go to jail if caught. As for me I only chaulked up for rear exploration twice, one at a brothel, in Nevada, while training at nearby Wendover. And the other when this one gal in Boise, at the last really good IKA meeting in Boise in 1985 or so. The gal was so damn loose that, to maintain any kind of friction, it was poop behind time. I have heard as well how some cats like to be pissed on, not me I love everything nice and clean. Nylons, legs etc women's feet, absolutely do NOT stink. It's impossible. Women's ph levels under normal circumstances, produce feremones, that are sweet to the nasal passages of men. About the only slight odor, is that of Frito's Corn chips, and that usually rolls out if mother nature is all askew. The thing that makes me frustrated, about all these teasers, that would rather show off in real time/real life, rather than prance all over social media. Understand they can do that because these gals pay for that ah, exposure on social media. It's like this one that picked me up a tiny while ago. Her name is ah Sarah. Rather than take us up over a real , legid model/talent gig, with a for sure payday, that they don't need a Patreon account for, they'd rather take their chances, teasing guys, for a look see, charge a Military guy to death, but then don't ever act on any kind of invite. Right now as it goes, there are kazillion real to legal modeling/talent jobs, actress openings, that Hollywood and Indy film producers are yearning for talent. They don't need to be out there strutting their stuff for bread crumbs. Local girls looking to get down and dirty tonight. Really? Where? Ain't in Twin Falls , not in Evanston Wyoming, nor anywhere. These are just frauds, brought to you by paid ads on social media. See ya'll at noon, going to try and carve out a few new eps, on ayrewolffm.com . 

When she walks across the floor and gives that shake and oh how fast those helicopters can go.

 

Sorry about not doing more writing or getting on-air much, but with the fires all around that's been keeping all of our crews including me, in the air, it's been purtty much me, getting up, ripping open my bowels, eating when I can, doing graphics, then sleep, then doing it all again the next day, thanking our Heavenly Father for yet another day, on this third rock of the sun. Been hearing a bunch oh woa as me lately. Oh I have a life that just sucks and so on. Up to this point in my life I even have asked myself and Heavenly Father, " Why me?" Thing is why not me? Did Jesus say, " for here I am on this cross, why me?" No, he just said thy Will be done, forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do" He did not grumble about it. Here lately the stress level has been so high, that I forget a heap of stuff, where I have to stop and think, what the hell was I going to do there? Even to the point that if I can wake up in the mornings, take a piss, and tie my shoelaces, I'm not proud, I'm amazed. Not that sleeping, is the problem, except for this heavy heat, and sweating ANY pounds of my body like being at the gym, of 24 Hour Phitness, I do finally pass out. But then I think of the amazing sphere, we call Earth, that I see from 30,000 pheete, and observe all the great things that God has created, that I count myself very blessed. It was not always the case. I can remember 4 years ago, I wished several times that hopefully and that, God be merciful and stop the planet so I could get off, nor was it much different in grand Evanston, Wyoming. There were several times I wanted to take the dive. Even once or so when I lost the shop, both of them, but once I got to a point, and once again I do thank God above, for sweet Sydney, for being there, rescuing me from the bathtub, pulling my hand out of a grubby toilet, toe out of the spicket, stretching me out on my bed, and being there sponging me with alcohol, until the meat wagon, got there. That seeing my life nearly expired like that, and the weeks of therapy, that Syd provided, fetching me everything from food from Pilot/Flying J where she worked, plus my worm dirt, looking back on all of that, what I should've done, was to have ditched the Shelly, thing, hooked up with Syd, moved to Slick City with her, and let that be that. But hey just like I learned last week in Church, you can't really reverse time. You can't always fix yesterday, all you can really do, is learn from the mistake, and move on. In all, you really need to, look under another, rock, find more worms, and consume. With that, moving, just to appease, others, or to avoid a debt or two, is not wise. You need to find a way to repay that debt if you can and rebuild on more solid earth. Not sandy soil. What did that philosopher say? " he who does the same things, the same ways, is a fool. Just like me and this fetish of mine. Who cares if others especially some women, thinks that is creepy? I like it, so what? If they are not into that, then don't apply for the job. Or even be with me. Don't want em, don't need em, I came into this existence alone, and most likely will go out all alone. With that said though, last Sunday at Church, right after Choir practice headed to Sacrament meeting, went to just simply sit down, so picked one row(all by myself), But God gave me a treat. There was Mini mouse, right there in front of me one pew in front, where I could enjoy the essence of her hair and think, oh if all knew what I was thinking. Tweren't Churchy. Some say I'm privileged or extra blessed, that ain't it, and to those that say it came easy, is dead burned wrong. I have to sacrifice, sustain, Maintain, and true Military life has made me fess up to a bunch of things that would make most of either gender, grab their guts, the eating out of the same brain bucket, that I just shit in, in a fox hole, or bunker pinned down by enemy fire or having to sleep with mice and or rats, all over, makes for a tougher skin, than many civies. Fact is even though at times I have missed a few creature comforts at times, means I can sustain, more crap than most. No, I'm not overly blessed, no, I'm not always smarter or have more abilities than others, it's just I learn, and learned how to apply what I learned. I used my brain, not my braughn to get things done. I only use the Idelyc mind of mine. Idelyc, mind means I can remember and do so with pinpoint accuracy, all that I'm taught, or have been exposed to. Yet to date, I can't make most of my favorite foods, like hotcakes or French toast, I can't sew on a button very well, or hymn a pair of pants, but you give

me a vector to narrow down a target from the air, and I'll nail it every time. Any flyte, I will see ya'll at 12:00 on ayrewolffm.com 

Anybody need a job, we need you, and what would we look like without a nose?

 

Great morning. Lots coming up on the show, which ya'll tune into this evening on ayrewolffm.com The radio gig doesn't just happen, it takes hours to build graphics, research information that you need to know. Plus all the rest of the prep, organizing music. It's a lot of It's not easy 

We aren't a Podcast, we are a Web-based radio station. It's called in the bizz Digital HD, but it's more. While it's a fact that there soon to be returning members from Afganastan still we are in need for people. Human resources are scarce. Since the pandemic many business's are having a hard haul, recruiting new employees. Most are in it just for a paycheck. But that said, broadcasting is one of those pieces that make on-air, is even harder, due to the creativity and tech of what is broadcasting. As a station, we took the business model of an online station Owow Cleaveland. With no ota licenses available the founders of that went Internet radio. So as said, Anybody, need a job? Of course, the reputation of the radio-gig, Everybody, thinks there is the goofy, programming, thinks that me huffing women's feet and or toes in nylons. The fact that is a trademark which I'll explain more of on air this evening. But the fact is its a bit, just a short segment, that goes with the sounds of the two words toe and tow. But it's not just all there is to our radio gig. I know subject for another time, but the thing is there is no danger or sinister here. It's just a wyld, bad ass 

 Nothing more, and certainly nothing less.

So been watching very steady almost binging a show in Peacock called 

It's about a goofy Aussie law, that pens up unwed mothers, and helps in the birthing process. One of the cast of the show, has such a beak, that you wonder, what would look like without a nose. Most of the cast of Love Childhave dainty tiny noses. Any more beyond feet, and toes, I'm looking at those honkers. Sexy behinds as well, butt what about, the nose? What would it be, to be born without a nose. Just two small, holes for breathing, but the nose. Many are just super big, pointy, Ugly. I'm lucky, except for another part of me, I was blessed with a tiny nose, tiny toes, and from a few lady types, says my feet are cute. 

More research to be done.

Any myle, Need to catch a few hours of sleep time. See ya'll at 19:00 Hours, on ayrewolffm.com .

Yesterday is now history, the future looking bright.

 

Why? Who knows, but this lover of legs and Toews never takes time off.

Spent most of the day just dinking around, it was a moderately quiet, and cooler day. With that all said, the Day of Independence, means nothing to me. Why? Now it's not that I'm a WOKE person ner nothing, but the fact is when the atrocities plagued on us in the Confederacy and our beloved Dixie, are ratified and honored, moreover restitution, to so many of us, because of and having ancestry of our southern states is made. When that flag, which is truly the cross of Saint Andrew the first Apostle of God the Father in Heaven. When our flag can fly free without restriction, then I will celebrate such patriot-style holidays. Until then I honor those who died for me to preserve freedom, as many of you our members of the WolfPack have and continued to do.

The mission of both the Knytes and us its kinfolk in the WolfPack is dedicated mainly to preserve, educate, and teach the proper legendary Confederacy and what living in Dixie is all about. With that said, our film and media gig here is to be the voice of the Confederacy. As such producing documentaries, dedicated to that end. Which is dedicated to the cause. 

Think we have a honey, for our visual activity, her name is Sarah. While not putting all into that prospect, who knows she might be just what I and we as an organization, have been searching for. It's been a long haul, and it seems to becoming a major pain in my can. The thing being that, in a super religious area, the few candidates, have usually bugged out once our trademark is brought up. The simple fact is; this is a toe>

this is a tow truck 

put together is we love Toews, putting both words together as a slight twist. Back in late 1984, to publicize, that we love to be going toewing, means I in our TV ads, kisses the models toes, and as we say, we love Toews. But women don't like nor respect the concept and gets pissed when you want to get cute and cuddly with their feet. It's totally innocent, yet gets tarnished every time. That said because that is one of our ongoing projects updating the visual, I have become some what of toes in nylons, coneesouer. Yet the observation is always viewed as being creepy. Why? I do what I do, as a vocation, not as a possible seduction, technique. Nuff said. Will Sarah, become a feature talent here at HazzardAyre Media? Have no idea. But it would be rewarding.

I had a grand plan to migrate to Evanston Wyoming yesterday, but never made it to the DMV to renew tags, and buy insurance, on ye ole General JaxSon, 

So have to wait until, Tuesday when things open up here. Monday too has another CL/Lumen tech to trace down why our internet connection even though it's not a 1g, connection, what we are paying for, we ain't getting. So gotta be on station for that. Look, even Evanston, Wyoming itself ain't perfect, and no place really is. That said, there is no real connection to this area of Idaho for me. 90% of my immediate kinfolk, are in Southeastern Idaho, so, Evanston Wyoming, maybe Montpelier Idaho, or even possibly Soda Springs, is where I'm sniffing around for a new environment for me. More on the show this evening. I was going to do some shows this weekend, but this problem of internet connectivity has pretty much halted that idea. But as said I keep you informed via this blog. 

See you this evening right after Church.