Ayre Rush

As I was on air last night, loosing myself in the music, and drifting off to another dimension, where it’s the upper atmosphere taking my spirit elsewhere, it was a couple of selections from Pink Floyd, and I got to thinking. Does any of these people, outside of the club, ever stop to think, that my basic needs of life are taken care of? That my fortune was made long before many of them were born? More over that if I wanted to be smug, I could just kick back, do nothing and be content the rest of my life? That helping anyone else besides myself, and being rudely selfish would be so easy? Unlike many, I was born into a good family. A mom and Dad that stuck together no matter what. That even with differences in opinion or something they’d yell a bit, at each other. Ultimately they would sit down and discuss it. That farm down in the Hagerman Valley, of 300 acres, mom and dad and myself and my step brother worked the land we were a very together family. Even though my step mom died long before I was born, the mom that brought me into the world, and due to both military service, which is why my step brother and me eventually entered, but through military service, the farm and very careful investing. Hard work, I had the best of everything. Shit, I was the real modern version of little Lord Fauntleroy, oh yes I got picked on, but joining up with a few mildly tough guys at school, I learned to fight and fought I did.

But thing is I drove nice rides, although I loved to get a rattle can to paint the things. Some of my rides didn’t look too good, but they’d kick the ass of everything around. Of course the one most know around here, is when ye ole Wolf here brought home that orange Charger, Jimmy, myself, Allen and Ronny, rebuilt that hot rod Confederate General into one killer machine. There was not a police car, state trooper, that could catch or liked that Gen Lee, and was the first brick the foundation of the Hazzard Knytes, that changed in 2008 to the Knytes-of-Anarchy.

But even now I drive what looks like crap, live in comfortable but not fancy housing, and do my thing. I’m not tied to anyone's time clock. I do what I want for the most part, when I want to do it. Granted since the freeze on Mom and Dad’s money hit in 2004 and still waiting for that freeze to melt at what the attorney’s say will happen, sometime near about June, 2014 , but here’s the thing even with that, I have food, a ride, bills paid. Plus money left over. But what do I do? I reach out, try to give people a hand up and get kicked in the teeth. I’d much rather just do my music, build the radio station and try to educate these stupid Yankee’s the Confederate way. Teaching southern heritage and history, in the hopes that I can change some of the misconceptions they were taught about the northern invasion of the southern lands, about how the war was not started because of slavery or racism, but of lies told to the southern people by everyone including Abe Lincoln which as its been proven just as it is today that he was a liar and Marxist. All Republicans are. That since that time of Abe Lincoln the very liberties that were proclaimed in the Declaration of Independence and Bill of Rights, have been slowly taken away, and this nation is being led down the road of Communism.

Which is why HazzardAyre and KDXB were formulated to do. But does any of these people take time to get off their butts to come in and sit in on a show session? No. Do they take time to learn and understand what the Knytes and/or/ the AyreWolvez are all about? No. Yet there are many here that want to trash myself and the club and challenge our integrity, as well as our honor. But God tells me to forgive, which I do. He tells us in our Bibles, that if we see someone hungry, you feed them, even to your own hunger, if your neighbor is naked, clothe them, if your fellow human being is down trodden , give them a hand up, not just a hand out. Jesus taught in 1st Timothy, that the man who does not work shall not eat. So I’m up all night and most of the day doing my duty to and for the club. But there are days like Friday, after it all I think, why the heck even lift a finger. Focus on my own needs, like my trucks, my aircraft, etc. Get my stuff together and get my Wolf Pack out of here.

Any way, see ya’ll tonight on WyldAyre. On and by the way, HazzardAyre returns back to full strength, December 1st.

L8R Aviators,

 

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