The Dialogical Saloon Is Open

November 1, 2011

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News, in case you haven’t noticed, is undergoing a radical redefinition these days.

For more than 30 years the dominant television news format was called “Eyewitness News.” An actor would “stand up” in front of a camera near some recent event and try to give you the impression that he was an eyewitness to that event. Nobody except television executives ever bought this dramatization but the format persisted anyway. That is why you saw reporters standing outside the cemetery at Steve Tausan’s funeral last Saturday. Old ways die hard.

Eyewitness news is now being replaced by a new and improved kind of news called the “dialogical format.” Headline News and CNN are both switching to it. Fox News is into the dialogical format in a big way. The dialogical format saves money that can be better spent on political contributions and executive compensation.  There is less expensive remoting of reporters. More stories are reported from inside a newsroom. The footage that accompanies the story often comes from some guy’s cell phone. The idea of dialogical news is no longer news. The idea is to put up any old crap (content)  and invite people to talk about it on the network website. And, this approach isn’t just for television news. It is quickly leaking into print.

Hard Hitting

Raise your hand when you see what is coming. ATF agents are particularly going to like this one.

People will argue over anything. People are invited to go to websites and “Tell us what you think.” News is now actually an advertisement for the station, network or newspaper website. Sometimes viewers and readers are invited to report the news themselves. Networks call them “I-reporters” or something like that. The goal is always the same in the new and improved journalism. Get people to habitually go to your website, spend some time and click on links, ads and other stories and create what is usually called “user generated content.”

We here at the world famous and highly prestigious niche site The Aging Rebel don’t want our faithful readers to feel left out. So, we are going to try that here, at least this once.

Cutting Edge

Look, the truth is, there isn’t much news today anyway. About a day ago Paul Elias of The Associated Press reported that the Hells Angels were having a rough month. Wasn’t that insightful? This is a slow week so far. And, last week a commenter asked very politely if maybe sometime we might just put up a little forum where anybody could create any thread they want. You know, like a virtual saloon.

You asked for it! Tells us what you think!

Content You Can Trust

There is no news here, just like TV! There is only our dozens and dozens of I-reporters! And, we want you all to get drunk before you comment…er…report. Use any alias you want. We are following the TV model here so we would prefer you make as little sense as possible but if you have to stoop to reason go ahead.

Tell us what you think!

Will Doc Cavazos ever show up on the Federal Prisoner Locator? Is the ATF history? Will jay Dobyns ever shut up. He was quoted in that AP story, by the way. Anybody got access to Dobyn’s tax returns?  Is this the greatest season of SAMCRO ever? What about Katey Sagal? Would you hit that? How come Rebel hardly ever writes about the Bandidos? Or, as we call them in dialogical news land, the Banditos. Gypsy Jokers? Outlaws? How come Rebel don’t write about the Pagans no more? The Highwaymen? Did the Galloping Goose get old? Will Rebel ever publish Out Bad? Which motorcycle club is next? How come the ATF is hiding in biker cases?

Shameless Pandering

Are the NIGHT WOLVESSSS IN DA HOUSEEEEE!!!!!!!????? You guys like that video of that Russian dude with the minigun? That was for you, you know. What do you really think of Vladimir Putin?

London Angels. Tell everybody a story about hanging out with the Rolling Stones in the 60s. Back before Altamont.

Give it up for the HAY to the TEE to the FUCK YOU WE’RE THE ATF!!!! Tell us what you think T-Dogg! Are the Angels a bunch of pussys or what? Koz? I know you are out there. Come on Koz. Smile. Hollywood? Painter? You out of rehab yet, man? Torres? This is your chance guys!

Let’s be frank, okay? The American postmodernist John Barth once said there are things worth doing and things worth remarking. This might be one of those things worth mentioning but not actually worth doing.

Let’s find out together! There is no news here! Tell us what you think!


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2,397 Responses to “The Dialogical Saloon Is Open”

  1. oldskewl Says:

    Just stopped by to say I miss you, Don. Everything up is down, everything left is right…. I still come everyday hoping this all wasn’t true.


  2. Woodstock Says:

    Requiescat in Pace Don.

  3. Austin Says:

    Sign of the times – the more things change… and all that.

    Back in Koresh days… WACO = We Ain’t Comin’ Out.

    Mr. Reyna has revised the popular motto to reflect his own vision;


  4. Shutup Says:

    Thanks Austin, starting my day with a laugh. Respect to the Righteous.

  5. Austin Says:

    Texas Sheriff Exam
    A young Texan grew up wanting to be a lawman. He grew up big, 6′ 2″, strong as a longhorn, and fast as a mustang. He could shoot a bottle cap tossed in the air at 40 paces. When he finally came of age, he applied to where he had only dreamed of working: the West Texas Sheriff’s Department.

    After a series of tests and interviews, the Chief Deputy finally called him into his office for the young man’s last interview. The Chief Deputy said, “You’re a big strong kid and you can really shoot. So far your qualifications all look good, but we have, what you might call, an “Attitude Suitability Test”, that you must take before you can be accepted.

    We just don’t let anyone carry our badge, son.”

    Then, sliding a service pistol and a box of ammo across the desk, the Chief said, “Take this pistol and go out and shoot:

    six illegal aliens,

    six lawyers,

    six meth dealers,

    six Muslim extremists,

    six Democrats,

    and a rabbit.”

    “Why the rabbit?” queried the applicant.

    “You pass,” said the Chief Deputy. “When can you start?”

  6. Austin Says:

    Two elderly ladies are sitting on the front porch, doing nothing.

    One old lady turns to the other and asks, “Do you still get horny?”
    The other replies, “Oh sure I do.”

    The first old lady asks, “What do you do about it?”
    The second old lady replies, “I suck a lifesaver.”

    After a few moments, the first old lady asks, “Who drives you to the beach?”

  7. Johnny Rotten Says:

    we got a new one of these austin
    i hope this links correct….

    jus sayin


  8. Austin Says:

    A Texan walks into a pub in Ireland and clears his voice to the crowd of drinkers. He says, “I hear you Irish are a bunch of hard drinkers. I’ll give $500 American dollars to anybody in here who can drink 10 pints of Guinness back-to-back.”
    The room is quiet and no one takes up the Texan’s offer. One man even leaves. Thirty minutes later the same gentleman who left shows back up and taps the Texan on the shoulder. “Is your bet still good?” asks the Irishman.
    The Texan says yes and asks the bartender to line up 10 pints of Guinness. Immediately the Irishman tears into all 10 of the pint glasses drinking them all back-to-back….
    The other pub patrons cheer as the Texan sits in amazement. The Texan gives the Irishman the $500 and says, “If ya don’t mind me askin’, where did you go for that 30 minutes you were gone?”
    The Irishman replies, “Oh… I had to go to the pub down the street to see if I could do it first.”

  9. Austin Says:

    A little old lady wants to join a biker club. She knocks on the door of a local biker club and a big, hairy, bearded biker with tattoos all over his arms answers the door. She proclaims, “I want to join your biker club.”

    The guy is amused and tells her that she needs to meet certain biker requirements before she is allowed to join. So the biker asks her, “You have a bike?”

    The little old lady says, “Yea, that’s my Harley over there,” and points to a Harley parked in the driveway.

    The biker asks her, “Do you smoke?”

    The little old lady says, “Yea, I smoke. I smoke 4 packs of cigarettes a day and a couple of cigars while I’m shooting pool.”

    The biker is impressed and asks, “Well, have you ever been picked up by the Fuzz?”

    The little old lady says, “No, I’ve never been picked up by the fuzz, but I’ve been swung around by my nipples a few times.”

  10. Austin Says:

    Elle Elle, Thank you. It’s a coincidence that Dave is in Austin unit, and I was in Austin the first time I actually posted here after much lurking. I read the book – I believe Dave is not that innocent – but certainly not as guilty as his captors would like or as his punishment implies. I think he is absolutely blooming where he is planted, and it is easy for me to send some cards and pass the word, which I hope will help and encourage him.
    I regret the changes in our society which have led to the whole cop mentality going over to Dirty Enforcer Bastards, with asset and monetary forfeiture/siezure goals, rather than Serve & Protect. I was a jailbait teen girl who partied with grown-ass bikers, I worked in a jail, dated a cop & married a criminal among other things. Two criminals. My experiences of 40 and 30 and 20 years ago were pretty consistent. It was all a big game, like the Dukes of Hazzard. In 2003 – Shit got real. people started getting seriously crazy. I now know FOR SURE that an undercover cop I knew 28 years or so, was killed over a drug deal, but it is so incestuosly tight and dirty that the official verdict is suicide. By 2008 I had found Rebel, and while we are geographically distant and the specifics are different – I could tell he was searching for the same answers I was. Indeed, I found my answer in 2010. The readership here has been amazing for me – even if sometimes they have the “Boys Only – Girls Keep OUT” sign up. I’m not hard to find. They have had my name on the list since 1983. Today – I’m just another old hippy Grammaw, living in a shotgun shack. But I’ve got memories… Cheers Sister! It’s Friday – Wine on!

  11. ElleEllle Says:

    Austin-so good to see you again-it’s been awhile for me too! Been working the preverbial two jobs! Busy!! Well that and solving clues at the scene of the crime. It’s so rewarding to be right once in awhile anyhow! Validates the amount of non/crazy in me! I guess I had no idea you were involved with some of the things you are doing!

  12. Austin Says:

    This is NO JOKE! Unlike most of my appearances here in Rebels Original Wet Spot. It’s Card Writin’ Time again – please be so kind as to help a brother out;

    DAVE’S WORLD BEHIND THE BARBWIRE SPECIAL SHORT REQUEST EDITION ISSUE # 68 OCTOBER 17, 2016 Greetings All, Time sure flies. The Christmas season is almost upon us once again. This will me my 9th Christmas behind the barbwire and again this year I have a special request. Like in years past, we here at FCI Bastrop have a Christmas decorating contest. With your help in past years my housing unit “Austin” has managed to win the contest every year and therefore we got to go first to the Christmas meal.
    So again this year I am requesting Christmas cards from you for or card wall. On the inside of the card just write: “TO THE MEN OF AUSTIN UNIT” (Also if you would like you can put the city or town you are sending the card from and of course sign your name)
    Then address the envelope to me at:
    DAVID BURGESS 41278-048
    P.O. BOX 1010
    BASTROP, TEXAS 78602
    I know it has been awhile since I sent out my last newsletter. I have stayed busy this summer. I’ve been keeping up everyday with my exercise program so I am feeling healthy and lean. I am also still teaching a class (Foundations For Freedom) every week and I am now the longest active member (7 years) of or “Suicide Cadre” here at FCI Bastrop.
    Every day gets me one step closer to the front gate and I am really looking forward to it. I will write again soon and I am looking forward to bringing you some new stories as well as some old stories. So until next time, have fun but try to stay safe, if that is even possible while trying to have fun. At least from what I remember about the world, having fun and staying safe seem to be two exclusively separate things. Blessings to you all, David Burgess still here in central Texas
    PLEASE POST THIS NEWSLETTER ONLINE AND FORWARD TO ANYONE YOU THINK MAY BE INTERESTED IN READING IT. (hopefully I will have a new photo taken for my next Newsletter)

  13. The Kraut Says:

    A scooter tramp gets appendicitis. The day of his operation, the surgeon gets stiff at lunch on martinis in the doctors lounge.

    During the procedure the buzzed chancre mechanic accidentally sliced off the unfortunate bikers left testicle…after freaking out he remembers he has a jar of cocktail onions in the lounge and sends a nurse in to get him one which he puts in place of the missing gonad.

    The biker recovers and has an post-surgery appointment to see if all went well 3 weeks later.

    The nervous doctor asks the sled-pilot if he is experiencing any unusual reactions since the operation…”Well Doc…its like this…” the biker said…” every time I piss my eyes water, when the ol’lady sucks my dick she gets heartburn, but the weirdest shit is whenever I ride past a hamburger joint I get a hard-on”

    Respect to those who warrant respect

    The Kraut

  14. Angry White American Says:

    Two police officers crash their car into a tree. After a moment of silence, one of them says:
    “Wow, that’s got to be the fastest we’ve ever gotten to an accident site.”

  15. NCRider Says:

    Paladin – Good. I found it very funny but ak rack had a good point and I thought, “Oh shit. I just screwed up.” Don’t be embarrassed. I figured you must be one tough dude. Lol.



  16. Paladin Says:

    @ NCRider & ak rack,

    Your concern is much appreciated, but I must confess, I posted this as a joke only. It was not my intention to mislead anyone. Other than being embarrassed, I’m fine.

    Long May You Both Ride,


  17. NCRider Says:

    Paladin – After reading ak rack’s post, I also did not mean to laugh at what must have been a very bad experience. Please forgive me if I sounded insensitive. I was smiling at the way you told the story.



  18. ak rack Says:

    Paladin — BTW, I don’t think what happened to you is funny; what was funny is the way you told the story. I hope that there was no permanent damage and that you have fully recovered . I too am “familiar” with the new fangled high-energy fence chargers, so even though I’ve never been hooked up like you have, I do have at least an inkling of how uncomfortable that must of been.

    With respect,

    ak rack

  19. NCRider Says:

    Paladin – Can’t stop smiling! I hope that’s a joke. I enjoyed that alot cause I’ve had horses for many years and know first hand how electric fences can backfire on you.



  20. ak rack Says:

    Austin & Paladin — Thanks for two really good laughs — can’t decide which story is funnier, and the best part is I’m sure they’re both true . . .

  21. Paladin Says:

    Subject: The electric fence and the lawnmower

    We have the standard 6 ft. fence in the backyard, and a few months ago, I heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in the entire city. To make sure this never happened to me, I got an electric fence and ran a single wire along the top of the fence.

    Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had, made for 26 miles of fence. I then used an 8 ft. long ground rod, and drove it 7.5 feet into the ground. The ground rod is the key, with the more you have in the ground, the better the fence works.

    One day I’m mowing the back yard with my cheapo Wal-Mart 6 hp big wheel push mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the yard. I knew for a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the mower around the wire and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of the way. It seems as though I hadn’t remembered to unplug it after all.

    Now I’m standing there, I’ve got the running lawnmower in my right hand and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in mind the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an upside down cow on fire on the cover.
    Time stood still.

    The first thing I notice is my pecker trying to climb up the front side of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the lawnmower ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time that Briggs & Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my head. I was literally at one with the engine. It seems as though the fence charger and the piece of shit lawnmower were fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.

    Science says you cannot crap, pee, and vomit at the same time. I beg to differ. Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels emptied 3 different times in less than half of a second. It was a Matrix kind of bowel movement, where time is creeping along and you’re all leaned back and BAM BAM BAM you just crap your pants 3 times. It seemed like there were minutes in between but in reality it was so close together it was like exhaust pulses from a big block Chevy turning 8 grand.
    At this point I’m about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding onto the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can’t let go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric fences … but Dad always had those piece of shit chargers made by International or whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.

    This one I could not let go of. The 8 foot long ground rod is now accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river bottom soil. At this point I’m thinking I’m going to have to just man up and take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas. Damn!,’ I think, as I remember I just filled the tank!

    Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a loping run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in it. Covered in poop, pee, and with my vomit on my chest I think ‘Oh God please die …. Pleeeeaze die’. But nooooo, it settles into the rough lumpy cam idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore roller cam EFI motor waiting for the go command from its owner’s right foot.

    So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, standing in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not take me that day …. he left me there covered in my own fluids to writhe in the misery my own stupidity had created.

    I honestly don’t know how I got loose from the wire ….I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside me, out of gas. It was later on in the day and I was sunburned. There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and then another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I was on the ground still holding on to it. I assume I finally had a seizure and in the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire.

    Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things:

    1 – Three of my teeth seem to have melted.
    2 – I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek (not the left, just the right).
    3 – Poop, pee, and vomit when all mixed together, do not smell as bad as you might think.
    4 – My left eye will not open.
    5 – My right eye will not close.
    6 – The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little session cleared out some carbon fouling or something, because it was better than new after that.
    7 – My nuts are still smaller than average yet they are almost a foot long.
    8 – I can turn on the TV in the game room by farting while thinking of the number 4 (still don’t understand this???).

    That day changed my life. I now have a newfound respect for things. I appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make sure the fence is unplugged before I mow.

    The good news is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I can clearly visualize what my security system will do to him, and THAT gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to triple check before I mow.

    Long May You Ride (to those that deserve to),


  22. Austin Says:

    You mean over here where I have my Comedy Club gig?

    I don’t normally cook. Does anybody know how much vodka you add to mashed potatoes?

    P.S. @ Neuro – Thanks Buddy, you drink in here for free.

  23. Austin Says:

    When Bill and Hillary first got married Bill said, “I put a box under the bed. You must promise never to look in it.” In all their 30 years of marriage, Hillary never looked. On the afternoon of their 30th anniversary, curiosity got the best of her and she lifted the lid and peeked inside. In it were 3 empty beer cans and $81,874.25 in cash.
    She closed the box and put it back under the bed. Now that she knew what was in the box, she was doubly curious as to why there was such a box and with those contents. That evening, they were out for a special anniversary dinner. After dinner, Hillary could no longer contain her curiosity and she confessed, saying, “I’m so sorry, Bill. For all these years, I kept my promise and never looked into the box under our bed. However, today the temptation was too much and I gave in. But now I need to know, why do you keep the 3 beer cans in the box?”
    Bill thought for a while and said, “I guess after all these years you deserve to know the truth. Whenever I was unfaithful to you, I put an empty beer can in the box under the bed to remind myself not to do it again.”
    Hillary was shocked, but said, “Hmmm, Jennifer, Paula and Monica. I’m disappointed and saddened by your behavior; however, since you are addicted to sex I guess it does happen and I guess 3 times is not that bad considering your problem.”
    Bill thanked her for being so understanding. They hugged and made their peace. A little while later Hillary asked Bill, “So why do you have all that money in the box?”
    He answered, “Well, whenever the box filled up with empty cans, I took them to the recycling center.”

  24. FF Says:


    I’m currently in West Virginia but I’ll be in Spring Hill Florida sometime around April of 2017. Nobody helping you out in NJ was probably a blessing in disguise. Fuck that state.


  25. WheresMyBoots Says:


    I haven’t been in the saloon for a while, but sorry to hear of your troubles. Also sorry I can’t be much help right now, but in the not too distant future possibly. Hang in there, and be well.
    Oh, and re: the ‘friends’ with malfunctioning phones -I have a shit ton of them. I’ve seen better friendship right here from people I have never spoken to. I agree with you: for the fair-weather, non-phone answering ‘friends’: fuck ’em.

    Respects and Ride Free,


  26. Austin Says:

    @ak rack
    Why Thank you. I love to give the gift that keeps on giving…
    A smile, that is!

    Everyone please have a Safe weekend!

  27. ak rack Says:

    Austin — even the pros think your mortuary story is funny. It cracked me up, so I sent it to my daughter’s significant other, a mortician. Response I got from him was “Dude — that’s awesome!” I don’t youth-speak so good, but I’m all but certain that means it cracked him up too. Thanks.

  28. Austin Says:

    A man who’d just died is delivered to a local mortuary and he’s wearing an expensive, expertly tailored black suit. The mortician asks the deceased’s wife how she would like the body dressed, pointing out that the man does look good in the black suit he is already wearing.
    The widow, however, says that she always thought her husband looked his best in blue, and that she wants him in a blue suit. She gives the mortician a blank check and says, “I don’t care what it costs, but please have my husband in a blue suit for the viewing.”
    The woman returns the next day and to her delight, she finds her husband dressed in a gorgeous blue suit with a subtle chalk stripe; the suit fits him perfectly.
    She says to the mortician, “Whatever this cost, I’m very satisfied. You did an excellent job and I’m very grateful. How much did you spend?”
    To her astonishment, the mortician presents her with the blank check, “There’s no charge.”
    “No, really, I must compensate you for the cost of that exquisite blue suit,” she says.
    “Honestly, ma’am it cost nothing. You see, a deceased gentleman of about your husband’s size was brought in shortly after you left yesterday, and he was wearing an attractive blue suit. I asked his wife if she minded him going to his grave wearing a black suit instead, and she said it made no difference as long as he looked nice. So I just switched the heads.”

  29. caretaker Says:

    Damn,how did I screw up my own name?


  30. c Says:

    Thank’s everyone. yeah,i’m currently in fl with no clue what’s near by,but I’m at least safe and dry. I’ll be back to posting regularly as soon as I figure out my next move.


  31. WARTHOG Says:


    IM sent.




  32. Phuquehed Says:

    Saddens me to hear about your predicament, caretaker. I’m unfortunately in a situation where I can’t offer any place to stay, beings how I’m a ‘guest’ of a friend in his house still.

    I’m pretty sure though if you come through this way, I could get him to let you lay up for a day or two on your way to FLA, if that would be any help. Holler at me via e-mail at bottom of my site if you feel like it.

  33. NCRider Says:

    caretaker – I want to tell you that I sincerely hate to read you are having such a rough time right now. I have seen more than once on here where you have offered to help others. I hope the path you are taking will lead you to the opportunities that you deserve. Please return as soon as you can. You’ll be in my thoughts and prayers.

    Much Respect and Take Care,


  34. caretaker Says:

    to all-due to recent bs i won’t be around much. finding a place to stay sucks but i’ll make it through. seems everyone i called friend forgot how to answer a phone so fuck them. looks like i’m heading to florida in the next 2 days when i come up with the funds or i’m camping somewhere. had to sell everything to break even. i’ll be back as soon as i can. just know yall are in my thoughts and i hope to be back on my feet soon

  35. Muck 1%er Says:

    Was good talking to you the other day. Stay safe on your side of the planet.

    Love & Big Hugs

  36. Lady Says:

    Just dropping in to let you guys know that I have not forgotten you. I’m just an email or call away.

    Huge hugs and total Respect to those that have earned and deserve it!

    It’s a Black and White World!!!

    Much love,

  37. Austin Says:

    The health minister is visiting a psychiatric ward. He asks the head of psychology, “How do you determine if a patient is cured.”
    The psychologist explains:
    “We take them to the bathtub, which is filled with water, hand them a spoon and a cup and ask them to empty the bathtub.”
    “I see,” says the health minister, “The cured person would choose the cup because it`s bigger, and would empty the tub faster.”
    “Actually no,” replies the psychologist, “A normal person would simply pull the plug.”

  38. caretaker Says:

    Austin-thank’s for thati need a good laugh right now.


  39. Austin Says:

    A trucker made a stop at an off-the-road café and placed his order.
    “I want three flat tires, a pair of headlights, and a pair of running boards.”
    A blond waitress (it was her first day on the job) didn’t want to look stupid in front of the customer. So she went to the kitchen and asked the cook, ‘This guy out there just ordered three flat tires, a pair of headlights and a pair of running boards. What does he think this place is, an auto parts store?”
    “No,” the cook replied. ‘Three flat tires means three pancakes. A pair of headlights means two eggs sunny side up. And a pair of running boards means 2 slices of crisp bacon!”
    “Oh. OK!” said the blonde, relieved to finally understand the code words. She thought about it for a moment and then spooned up a bowl of beans and gave it to the customer.
    The trucker asked, “What are the beans for, blondie?”
    She replied, “I thought while you were waiting for the flat tires, headlights and running boards, you might as well gas up! ”

  40. Shovelhead Says:

    I made my last trip to Laconia Bike week Friday. I tried to hang on but like you said rollingnorth…just ain’t like it used to be!!
    Fucking State Pigs in the middle of the road again just randomly pulling over Motorcyclists, how that’s even legal, I don’t know. That and the greed infested City of Laconia. Screw ’em all. I’ve got better things to do. The Yuppies have taken over anyhow…they can have it!

  41. rollinnorth Says:

    More BS at Bike Week; Laconia just ain’t what it used to be.

    “Financial fiasco – Artists, employees took over festival after concert promoters disappeared Thursday

    June 20, 2016

    LACONIA — When the music stopped at LaconiaFest, the city was out some $100,000 in expenses for safety and emergency services, contractors and suppliers found themselves with unpaid bills and employees recouped a fraction of their wages only after taking charge of the event and staging the last two concerts themselves.”


  42. ak rack Says:

    @Austin — Your Little Johnny story made me laugh out loud — thanks!

  43. Austin Says:

    Little Johnny is walking down the street with a jar of money under his arm and dragging along a dead frog on a string… He walks into a whorehouse and sets the jar of money on the counter. He proclaims to the woman standing behind it “I want to have sex with the dirtiest, nastiest woman you have here.” She glares at him and replies “get outta here kid, you’re too young.” Little Johnny retorts, pointing at the jar and says “look, lady- I’m paid. Let me get what I want.”
    She reluctantly agrees, and points him towards a door down the hall. “Meet Yolanda, she’s a veteran.” He does the deed and walks out of the room, still zipping up his pants. The lady behind the counter asks him if he realizes the consequences of his actions. He replies, “Yes. I came here hoping for an STD, and I’ve gotten what I wanted.” Perplexed, she asks him why.
    He replies,
    “My mom and dad are on vacation. When I get home, the babysitter is going to have sex with me. That’s what she’s into. She’s going to get an STD. When mom and dad get home, mom will go to the grocery store and dad will have sex with the babysitter. He will have an STD. Once mom gets home, she will have sex with dad and SHE will get an STD. When dad leaves for work in the morning, mom is going to have sex with the Mailman… and HE’S THE MOTHER FUCKER WHO RAN OVER MY FROG”

  44. Austin Says:

    @anon = I saw Sons of Anarchy LOL

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