Family, Kill for it, die for it, live for it.

In loving memory of the family secrets.

They sat in one of the largest homes at the park in Anderson. An old man drank a beer, as his “boys” sat around the room. In the corner sat a grand piano, and the finest home decor of the early 80s decorated the home. Outside sat a brand new 1976 Corvette Stingray. The best cars, the biggest house, and it was all from being one of the largest criminal organizations on the East Coast.

They had their hands in it all. Everything. These were the masters of three states, thugs, murderers, and criminals. The craziest part, they never got caught.

“They killed our family”, Ellen sucks back a tear.

The boys in the room become uncomfortable, watching her start to cry. She was their leader. Her and the old man had taken over Anderson. From running the neighborhood watch, crime stoppers, and the sheriff was firmly loyal.

She stutters, “We are the Kays. We run everything from North Carolina to Georgia. No one can touch us. Yet, one of us is dead. We wont…” She begins to cry.

“Momma! We…”, one of the boys speaks up.

“Sit down and be quite, Leo”, the old man speaks up. “You boys will get your guns. You will load up. You will go to Georgia and handle this”.

Ellen adds, “All you have to do is pay his bond, dont worry about signing your name. I have handle that for you. I own the Sheriff there. He owes me. Pick him up, take him to the deepest, darkest water, shoot him in his face. Let him see death coming for him. Put him in the water, and come home. Do this for your family”.

“You are my boys, my sons, they have killed one of your brothers, one of my sons. Go make it right”. The tears reflect in the old man’s eyes.

“Yes sir, Daddy. Nigger, get up take the van, and take them all to get their guns. I will meet you at the swamp on 276. We are going tonight. This will be done by in the morning,” Leo stands up and leads them to the door, “Mamma, he will die slow, and will be shot by us all. The Georgia Families will know that these three rings, these three states, belongs to us. They pay tonight”.

The Red.

The Red. 

By Yak. 

In Loving Memory of Kindness. 


The mud sucks at his boots as lighting runs across the humid Georgia sky. We 

The rain soaks his cloths, washing the blood into the swamp. He wheezes for breath. The thought of blood filling his lungs from his previous gun shot, haunts his mind. He thinks of his mother. He remembers her smell and her soft touch. 

In the distance a small flash light dances across the night sky like a fire fly.  

A shot rings out silencing the screams of the crickets. The bullet rips through his shoulder causing him to fall into the mud of the swamp. His gasp bubbles in the thick black mud. 

The military training, he received rings out in his head, 

“If you cannot blot it out with your thumb, you are dead!” 

With fury, he stands up again and runs. He gasps for air as the blood fills his lung. Holding his breath, and covering the wound with his left hand, he pushes a little harder. 

A second bullet breaks through the mist of the hot Georgia swamp.  

He hears it wiz by his ear and sees it cut through a few cat tails. Looking back, he can tell they are catching up. His heart pumps faster, his lungs fill with more blood. Breathing is becoming impossible… He finds the banks of the swamp. 

The banks are wrapped like a spider’s web in kudzu vine.  

The climb starts with a ten-foot cliff, straight up. Making his way up would be impossible, but if he had the heart to do what he just did, he would try. With his last bit of gumption, he burst up the bank, grabbing and clawing at every vine. He smiles, he can see the top. 

Another shot… 

The bullet rips through his right leg. it breaks out from under him. As the man tumbles back down the steep banks of the swamp, the kudzu vine wraps him like the web of a hungry spider on a fresh kill. 

With a hard jerk he stops, hanging upside down, above the swamp.  

His pursuers stand beneath him, 

“Boy, do you realize where you are at? If you don’t die here, you are going to die in jail. What are you do…” 

With a large crack, the night sky instantly fills with a light comparable to the sun.  

He can hear the alarms sound. The animals, who hid in silence, clamber in fear. Blood runs into his eyes, stinging them. A mushroom cloud consumes the horizon. He marvels at the sight of what he has done. 

His pursuer falls to his knees,  

“What… What have you done? You have killed us all!” 

He speaks up, as they feel the heat from the nuclear fire begin to consume them, 

“I have given her to the future. For 10,000 years no man shall walk her lands in Georgia, or the other 48. If we can’t keep her, the can’t have her.” 

“You are a fucking monster! You blew up the nuclear plant!” 

The pursuer raises his pistol, firing into the man’s neck. His body jerks at the kudzu as the last of his blood drains out and his body begins to go lifeless. Again, he thinks of his mother, 

“Mama… I can hear you, Mama…” 

He passes on. 

His pursuer screams his death curdle, as his flesh begins to burn from the explosion. 

With a tear in his eye, he catches fire and burns to ash, along with everything else in Georgia… 

Page Break 

Chapter 1. 

Little Maria. 

Colombia, 2046. 

A small white truck, driven by a short Colombian man, accompanied by his eight-year-old daughter, wraps around the cliffs of the Colombian jungle.  

“Maria! My little beautiful daughter! It is a beautiful day! Today we get to meet people from all around the world! Are you excited?” 

“Yes, Papa!” 

“These are probably archaeologist! They normally have candy from all around the world!” 

“Do you think they will give me candy, Papa?” 

“Yes, my baby! I think they will give you lots of candy! Archaeologist are nice people! Do you like your ne new dress my sweet princess?”, He jokes as he tickles her. 

“Heeeeeee! Stop it Papa! I love my dress! It has white roses, and pink ribbons! It is the most beautiful dress in the world! Thank you, Papa!” 

He bounds down the side of the cliff and into a jungle filled valley. The roads are dirt and spotted with mud bogs. The truck becomes stuck. Papa gets out and begins to pull out the wench on the front of the truck. 

“Stay in the truck, Maria. Papa will get us right out! Sing me a song! Sing me a song so I know where you are!” 

“Ok, Papa!”, She begins to sing, “Myyyy Mariaaaa! She is my girl for me aaaaahh! Cause she is my baby Maria!” 

He chuckles as he wraps the winching cable around a tree, “That’s my song! Is it the only one you know?” 

“No. It’s my favorites song!” 

“What other songs do you know? Sing me another song!”  

He starts the winch, pulling the truck from the mud. As Maria thinks of another song, the truck comes out, he returns to the truck, rolls up the winch cable, and begins to drive. 

“Well, what is the other songs?” Papa ask Maria, while smiling at her. 

“Uhhh. I know… Uhhh… Uhhh”, she starts to mumble her song, “My Maria… She is my girl for me aah…” 

Papa smiles as the jungle filled valley opens up, revealing a beautiful grassy area and sporadic Mayan ruins. He notices that the vehicles are not archeologist, but military. Military that he has never seen. This mad him nervous because he had heard stories from the coast about cargo ships that were supposed to be digging a tunnel. What locals had seen was not workers. They had the machines but were military. 

Papa comes around the largest ruin and sees what looks to be thirty Soldiers. Some were huddled around a table with papers on it. All the people in the huddle had the same uniform, except one. He was a tall, blonde, white man, wearing what looked to be Mexican Military. 

“Maria, sweetie, these are not archeologist. They probably don’t have any candy. You should stay in the truck”. 

“Look at their clothes Papa! They are not from here! They have candy!” 

“No. They don’t have candy. Don’t get out”. 

He stops the truck a few meters away from the men in the huddle. Maria looks at the floor. All she could think about was the candy her and Papa talked about on the way there! Papa gets out and approaches the men. 


“Yes. These are the beginning of the Mayan tunnels?”,  

General Li, a younger Chinese man, speaks up. 

“No, rahaha! These are Quimbaya where are you from?”,  

Papa asks. 

” China”, 

 he looks over at his subordinates,  

“We will dig from here. We will get the tunnel boring machines started right here”.  

He points toward the shaft leading down into the tunnels 

“HA! HA! HA!”, Papa’s belly jiggles as he laughs, ” This is a temple, thousands of years old! You cannot dig here! You are not archeologist!” 

“I can’t?” 


“This shaft, where does it go?” 

“Down about 50 meters, and then goes north. This is the tunnel I told you about, but you can’t dig”. 

“Have you been to the bottom?” 

“Ha! Ha! Ha! No! I’m in no shape to climb! Ha! Ha! Ha!” 

“You will get to see the bottom, today. Jump”. 

“You can’t be serious!” He laughs. 

“Jump, now, or I shoot you and throw you in anyway. Suffer as you fall, or just fall. I don’t care”. 

“I can’t jump, I have a family!” Papa yells as he realizes he is in a situation he won’t be coming out of. His hands begin to shake. 

Maria notices here Papa was laughing and thinks these strangers must be nice. She fiddles with the truck’s door handle until it opens. She jumps from the seat and runs toward her Papa and the men. 

“Maria, no! Run Maria, run baby girl!” Papa yells as Maria runs up to a tall German soldier. 

“Hello! I’m Maria! Who are you?” Maria asked as she looked up to the towering German soldier. 


Maria looks at him, being from the jungle and not meeting many bad people, she didn’t understand why her father was acting the way he was. She turns back to the German. 

“Do you have candy?” 

The white man bends down and begins to speak in Spanish. 

“Yes, sweet girl. I am German. I have the best chocolate in the world!” 

“Can I have some of your chocolate?” 

“What is your name little jungle princess?” 

“Maria, I am my Papa’s Maria! Can I have some of your candy?” 

“Maria, no! You come here! Come to your Papa!” 

“Hold her,” the Chinese general speaks up, in English. 

“Here little Maria,” The German pulls chocolate, wrapped in a handkerchief and foil, out of his pocket. He snaps off Maria two squares and gives it to her, “This is German Chocolate little Maria! The best in the world!” 

“Thank you, sir!”, Maria exclaims as she snatched the chocolate and begins to eat it, “It is good! It is the best in the world!” 

German smiles and picks her up, as Li starts speak to Papa,  

“Why would you bring a child to this place? Why would you bring her here, now?” 

 His face changed from serious to a mix of anger and heartbreak. 

“It’s safe here! We come here all the time! We live there! He points to a small stream of smoke rising from the side of the mountain. That is my family home! My family has been here since this shaft was first dug! The visitors we get are archaeologist, not… YOU,” 

 Papa explains. 

“You have made a serious mistake in judgment. We are not here to play in the dirt, but take war to America. You were never to leave this place. This was always the end of your path in life. Now you must jump, or watch your daughter be thrown, and then be thrown after her. What choice do you make?” 

“Wait! Wait! Wait! Maria knows her way home. Let her go! She will walk! I will jump but please let Maria go! Please! She is only 8!”  

He begins to cry. 

Maria, eating at her chocolate, keeps hearing her name, but not understanding the English, she asks, 

“Papa? What is wrong?” 

“Maria!”, He yells with a crack in his voice. 

The Chinese general becomes angry and clinches his teeth, 

“German, throw his daughter in the shaft.” 

German, knowing they are not going to throw Maria in the shaft, steps up to it and turns his hips so Maria is over the drop. German is amazed at how deep the hole is. He knows Maria is fixing to have to watch her father jump, or be thrown in the pit, but sees no reason for them to kill the child. The man must go, he would go and tell the locals that they were destroying these temples. The Columbian Government was ok with killing a few to dig the tunnel, but not starting a war with them. This man said they couldn’t dig, and acted as if he would try and stop them. It was better that he died now. If the General could talk him into jumping, neither of them would have to throw him. 

“Maria! Papa cries out, “please don’t drop her!” 

“Drop her,” the General says through his gritted teeth. 

“Wait! I’ll jump! I’ll jump now just let me…” He begins to speak to Maria ” Maria! I love you my baby!” 

“I love you, Papa!” Maria smiles and wipes chocolate across her face. “They do have candy Papa! It’s Chocolate! Here Papa, you want some of my chocolate? German has more! This is German!” She pats him on the center of his chest, he starts to feel the situation, “It will make you not cry!” 

“Bury your head in German’s shoulder! Papa is going to hide! Let’s make it fun! Sing for me! Sing for me, so I know where you are! So, if you can’t find me, I can find you!” 

Germans starts to become uncomfortable. 

“Ok, Papa, as long as you don’t cry anymore!” 

My sweet princess, Papa won’t cry anymore! Sing for me now!” 

“Papa…” She puts her head on German’s shoulder and begins to sing, “My Maria! My girl for me ahh! My baby Maria!” 

Papa looks back toward the small tower of smoke on the side of the mountain, and thinks of his wife and sons. Then begins to sing with Maria, 

“My baby Maria…” 

With a swift jerk of his arms, Papa flings himself into the shaft. 

On the way down he says to himself,  

“don’t scream, she doesn’t have to hear you die…” 

With a hard thud, on the rocky bottom, his life comes to an end. The sound echoes back up the shaft and Maria does hear her father’s death. 


She snatches at German to get down. 

“Owww!” German shuffles back from the edge, “I hoped she wouldn’t see him!” 

The General turns and looks at German. Germans sees it on his face. 

“What? I’m not doing that!” 

“You will. If you don’t, I’ll have you two, then all fifty of your men thrown down there. I will then drill my machine through your corpses. We are here for war. What do you think, we can have a day care?” 

“We can let her go, we can tell her he fell. We will help the family get the body. It isn’t a big deal. Just let her go”. 

German knows they can’t. He knows all of his men will die, and so will little Maria. He makes the choice to save his men. German stands Maria on her feet. 


She turns and runs for the shaft. 


German pulls her back with his left hand, reaching for his chocolate with his right. 

“Come here little jungle princess! Your Papa is ok! Come here! Let me wipe your face!”, He unwraps the handkerchief from around the chocolate, and wipes away the chocolate mixed tears. “Her, Maria. Take my chocolate. There is enough for you and Papa”. 

“And my Mamma, and brothers?” 

German looks at the General, he looks as broken as German feels, 

“Yes, baby Maria! Yes!” 

German loses a tear from his right eye, 

“This piece though, it is for you. Put it in your mouth and suck on it. Be quiet…” 

“Ok, German! I won’t talk anymore!” 

She slurs from the large piece of chocolate. German looks down at his messy handkerchief, and begins to roll it from corner to corner. Slowly, he rolls it up, and smiles at Maria. German reaches out and begins to put the handkerchief around Maria’s mouth, 

“Maria… I’m going to tie this around your mouth, so when I drop you..” 

Maria let’s go of the chocolate bar with one hand, and snatches at the handkerchief, 

“Don’t drop…” 

German snugs it tight, so she can’t speak anymore, 

“Don’t worry little Maria. Papa is down there. He will catch you. I’m going to put this around your mouth so you don’t spit your chocolate out when Papa catches you. Ok?” 

Really, he didn’t want to hear Maria’s screaming in his nightmares this would bring. She shakes her head yes. German cradles her in his arms and finds it hard to move. He looks over at General, 

“I’m going to sing to her”. 

General’s mouth hangs open and his eyes swell. He closes his mouth, sucks in air, and shakes his head yes. German can hear the heartbreak in the General’s deep breaths, 

“You sing, and we will honor her”, 

with a loud crack the General brings his men to attention, 


Maria hears the commotion and raises her head to look over German’s elbow. All the soldiers jump up and run forming five rolls of six. The men see her face and know what is about to happen, 


The General exclaims. The men pull their feet together, put their hands down to their side, and bow to German and the general. 

“Maria, would you like to hear a song from my country?” 

The chocolate has almost dissolve in your mouth, she’s tries to speak but still can’t so she shakes her head yes. German begins to sing and old German lullaby, 

“Good evening, goodnight, 

Watched over by angels… 

In a dream they show you 

The Christ-child’s tree… 

Sleep blessed and sweetly 

Look for paradise in your dream! 

Sleep blessed and sweetly 

Look for paradise in your dream”, 

Maria lets go of the chocolate with one hand, and rubs the rose on her dress in between her thumb and index finger. German notices this and starts to sing another song… 

“Good evening, goodnight, 

Covered with roses”, 

Maria eyes light up, German can tell she is smiling, 

“Adorned with thorns 

Slip under the covers 

Tomorrow, if it is God’s will, 

Will you wake again…” 

Her chocolate bar begins to hang from her hand and she starts to fall asleep, 

“Tomorrow, if it is God’s will, 

Will you wake again…” 

German chokes up, and drops Maria down the shaft. She opens her eyes and watched as German gets smaller. She thinks about how soft her new dress is, being back with her Papa, and sharing the chocolate with her family.  she smiles up at German as she hits the bottom, landing beside her Papa. 

German’s knees start to buckle, he watches as the flowers on her dress flows like the pedals of the roses of mid-May in Rhine. Her black hair flows up around her face almost covering her eyes. even though it was only a few seconds, German feels as if she is looking into his soul. His mind begins to scream. He cannot believe what he has just done. Then she smiles…  

German’s heart races, he can feel his blood getting hot in his face, the anxiety of a panic attack sets in. He puts his left hand on his knee and begins to reach for the ground with his right,  

“why would you make me do…”, 

 he blows slobber out of his mouth as he tries to talk to the General. 

“I haven’t made you do anything”. 

“You told…huuu… You told me I had…” 

German begins to dry heave.  

“And you did”. 

“She didn’t have to die like that!” 

“Stand up straight! You are now a leader. These men see you will do anything for this war. Stand up!” 

German, becomes angry, but wants to live. He stands up straight, composing himself. 

“Yes… Yes, sir…” 

“Get the bodies out of the hole. Take some men and get some gear”. 

German turns away from the shaft, and begins to walk back towards the supplies.  

“Two of you come with me,”  

He grunts, in English, as he motions to the Chinese troops. 

Nobody moves. The troops are frozen and do not know what they just witnessed. These were boys, they had not witnessed death or real war. German scares them. None of them wanted the job. 

“I don’t think any of them speak English, German,”  

Li speaks as he looks up from the shaft. 

German looks back at Genral Li, 

“These are your men. You spent all that time with them on that damn cargo ship, inside a container, coming to a war in a country that speaks English, and you don’t think to ask…” 

General Li snaps into a fast pace toward German. He pulls his pistol and points it toward his face, German takes a step toward the pistol. 

“German. Why do they call you German?” 

He regains his composure, putting his pistol away. 

Chapter 2 

The bleeding of America.

“My fellow Americans, we are faced with the great evil of our times! Crime is ripping at the fabric of our country! Racism is out of control, causing the minorities to destroy our cities. The word sees us as weak! As , president, i will do as i said, and return us to “America, the Strong”! And you can trust that it is “In God We Trust”, at all cost!”

President Hendry pumps his fist toward the sky, as the crowd screams,

“Only the strong! Only the strong! Only the strong! Keep your tired! Keep your hungry! Keep your poor!”

Hendry begins to speak,

“Yes my brothers and sister! We shall remove the filth of the lower Americas from our country! We will send back all the illegals! We will offer no more visas, and as of this morning, our boarders are closed! If they cross them, we will kill them! We will stop the spread of heathenism, and return the bible to our classrooms! This is a Christian nation, and we will make it so it stays that way! Sins will be punished! Those that stand up, will be knocked down, never to raise again! We will reclaim our country, and our ways of life!”

The Chinese Army made her way into America through the back door. They will begin their plan to move their war machine through Central America and into Mexico, who are all their allies.

Mexico wanted their land back, and to stop the mass migration coming from America. China what was owed, and America’s resources for their dying country. China made a deal with the Colombian government to bring their army straight in their front door.

They would load their army into cargo containers, then put those containers on ships that can hold eighteen thousand containers. The containers would hold six men, each. The cargo ship would hold over one hundred thousand troops, and their gear. Ten ships, and two weeks China would have one million troops hidden in the jungles of Colombia. The promise made to get Colombia to hide their troops, a highspeed tunnel from Colombia to America. They would supply everything needed, as long as they got the tunnel, Chinese money, and the right to grow the food for China’s new “One America”. First, they had to build the tunnels. 

Chapter 3 

(German buries bodies, caught by big brother. Tell him to leave. Brother sees what happened, troops and machines digging. Heads back into jungle to find people to stop them. 2 year span. Switch between brother and German. German starts to crack. Tell German’s past) 

Chapter 4 

The world had had enough. They had watch The President round up immigrants, treat them like animals, that he said they were, and then force them on Mexico. 

(Dialogue between leaders of countries and sporadic terrorism and violence) 

In 2029, The President told all non-Christians to find somewhere else in the world to live. By 2031 he had formed his own party. 

(Hitler style speech) 

The world watched as he and his American Christian Party turned on all Non-party members, forcing mass immigration to Canada. 

(Describe the trip. Introduce family of American migrants. Basic 4 son daughter parents. Real Christians. Start with Lord’s prayer. Daughter won’t say it.) 

Chapter 5 

When he turned on the Constitution’s guaranteed religious freedoms, the rest of the world turned on him. 

(Describe American ships being turned away from All European and Asian countries. Violence, shortages. Follow government aids. Start small armies across country.) 

In 2023 Canada opened their boarders to any American who could make it past the American Christian Party. 

(Speech, war at boarder. Family runs back down into America) 

Then they declared they would not help America anymore. Most of America’s young, when asked, they checked the “other” box as their religion. They had proven to the American Christian Party who they were, and their only choice was to run. 

(Describe, explains why the family ran daughter checked other) 

The President did not expect to lose what should be his army for the war that had arrived from Mexico. His American Christian Party would fall. This wouldn’t be the end of the 3rd War. 


Chapter 6 

The Second Civil War.  

(Introduce story teller, and why they are telling this story.) 

The Red Army got here because we were fighting amongst ourselves. The 2nd Civil War started when the ACP opened fire on the Americans trying to make it to Canada. This causes a serious fracture in America. 

( describe. Lose all of family but mother) 

Slowly armies of Americans started popping up everywhere. You had, “The Texas Fathers”, “The Free Californian Liberal Army”, “The Northern Army”, “The Middle Militia”, and a few more. 

Chapter 7 

“I was in the Second Confederate Army. We were not like the First Confederate Army. We were Americans. Black, brown, Republican, Democrat, most of us just checked the wrong box on the census. It was diversity, but it took war to have it. 

The American Christian Party wanted me dead, I checked the “other” box. Running was not an option. I had to go through the heart of their capital to get to Canada. I wasn’t even going to try. The rifle was my only path.” 

Our first fight was, “The Battle of Greenwood Lake”. It was a small battle. We won, but they blew the dam. We lost all of our water. They went up river and turned off the flow from the dams. 

As American Christian Party fell to the Red Army, their attention turned to us. They would not negotiate, and we being Americans, would not either.  these are our lands, they cant have them.

Motor Psycol J, A Metric Master.

Down in Florida, hidden in the orange farms, is one badass metric shop! Here you will find a man with the balls to take on any metric build! Motor Psycol J is a master of the Shadow, and most other metrics. One part after another, he creates, and offers to the world. Him and his crew has taken the Shadow from the butt of the joke, to the front of the show.

These guys are really turning out some works of art, when it comes to motorcycles! Every ride they produce, would make anyone a proud owner. They are really changing the minds of a lot of die hard standard riders!

The best part, affordability! These guys will build you an awesome Shadow at a lower price than most basic standard’s asking price. Almost anyone can afford their rides! These bobbers are some of the nicest in the United States!

Then, if a hardtail is not your preferred ride, J has many ideas on how to redesign Shadows into other types of beautiful beast! One ride after another, his crew and himself, changes them into a show stopping custom ride!

These rides are as sweet as the Florida oranges in the picture above! These are some of the best Shadows in the country. To know this, all you have to do is look!

Every once in a while, they will break away from the Shadow, and build a beast like this. This is one nice cafe racer! It is a Bolt that looks as if it is as fast as lightening!

You cant have lightening without a few clouds! This white Shadow is as nice as a little cloud cover on a hot Florida day. Speaking of hot days…

How about some blue as clear as the cleanest water? That fender is a one of. J molded it out of fiberglass, and is the only person offering it!

There is a serious fight on the streets, when his street fighter rolls up! Outside of bobbers, street fighters are my favorite! They are kind of the bobbers of street bikes! Like a bobber, they are stripped down for speed!

If the street fighter doesnt win the war, this Warrior will! This thing should be military green, with an M249 saw attached to the front! It truly looks like a war machine!

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That M249 will not chop as hard as this chopper! Look at that rake! How nice is this one? This really goes to show that you can do almost anything with a Shadow! Beautiful.

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Not every bike needs a serious custom job. Everyone doesnt want a fully customized bike. Some folks are happy with the way the bike was made. J even does awesome work on those too. This is one nice milk bottle!

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Blood, sweat, and tears goes into all of their builds, providing the world with a lot to look at! That’s all we got for today! If you want to see more check them out on Facebook! Please leave us a like and omment!


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Trolls Say What? I Love Trolls and Haters!

Trolls, you got to deal with them, ignore them, whatever you can to get the answers you need. I get tired of trolls. I pay attention to every single one. I click every name. I do it to see if they are even close to my level. My level is a guy that is taking the time to learn, and has a had few great successes on the way. I am no super builder, or any of that. Still, some of these fools are not on my level.

All I done was ask a simple question. It is a good question. You have to take in account that i have rebuilt the back of the frame. Hell, i have complete rebuilt this entire bike, over and over. I want it to be as close to perfect as i can get it. Every once in a while, i have to ask questions. They are always reasonable questions. I am not going to ask what oil to use.

These questions always bring out the trolls. They jump right on, thinking they can be like Brandon Littledick, and nobody will ever be able to say anything to them. If you call them a waste of time and space, just plain stupid, they report you, and you get the boot from Facebook. Let’s see what Littleun has to offer…

Nothing. Nobody wants the bikes he ruined. Too much work for his welder, so he tried to get rid of them… Useless, as most people who think a smartass answer is funny, are. There is a rapper, his name is Tom McDonald. He has a song called “No Response”. He gave me an idea.

He looks up how much other rappers are worth, if they talk shit about him. If they are worth less than him, he doesnt respond. That is great advice! Because, like this guy….

Some people are not worth your time! They bring nothing but bullshit. So, like Tom, i do not respond to them. They are talk, i build. I help when i have time. Tom has another song, it just came out.

I dont look down is the name of it. I dont respond or look down at these fools. Being over the top is nice. I get a lot of things, go a lot of places, meet a lot of badass people. Over the top of fools like this…

This guy has a build! I aint even going to talk shit about it. That is a nice helmet, for a hipster. These trolls, they struggle to understand some things. If that guy would have told me how he hooked that fender up, i would have written this entire article about that B.M.W. . I have not written about one of those, and would have.

What, dumbass? What the hell are you trying to say? This aint even funny. I mean damn…

That is his mean face! I cant stop laughing. This dude is trying to give advice. He aint even got a picture of a bike, to show he knows at least a little! They must think this gives them clout. They walking around like they tough….

And got snatched up… Nobody really likes a troll! Then, you got to be careful who you troll. Some of us have websites, and shit! We will put you out there! And i have been a troll king since the 90s! I troll back, BITCHES!

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Thanks for reading! I was bored, and thought i would crush some trolls!


Tattoos and the Freedom of Expression. :opinion

Through out history tattoos have gotten many raps. In America, they have about every rap. Some are seen as good things, like memorials, or religions. Some are seen as gang signs, and some are seen as just art. In this, we explore the rights of a person with tattoos.

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“For my son…”, Todd Lawrence

People make the choice to express themselves in many ways. Some write, some draw, some get tattoos. Tattoos are covered under the freedom of speech. A a tattoo is a person’s expression. However, the artist that does the art, has almost no rights. In America, we protect all types of artist. They have rights just for them, and laws to protect them. Our constitution starts with the protection of art. Art like speech and all other types of expression. Yet, a tattoo artist is only threatened by laws.

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Clover and skulls, Tony Lee.

In South Carolina, which has only legalized tattoos in the last 15 years or so, an artist cannot tattoo fingers, hands, necks, or people’s faces. You can bet, we as citizens, do not really care about that law. We get them done anyways. The artist doesn’t have a choice, if they want to eat. I got eight on my fingers, illegally, in a legal shop. It is my body. If a person can change their sex, i should be able to color my body.

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$100 bills rose, Chase Williams.

The workplace… We all know the laws a workplace is forced to follow, when it comes to the freedom of expressing ourselves. If we decide we we no longer feel like a man, we can change ourselves into a woman. They cannot fire us, or punish us. This is protected.

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Demon and graveyard, Chase Williams.

Freedom is a strange thing. You can put on a dress and show up for work, and nobody can tell you any different, or hold it against you. You can do this for as long as you want. You can go as far as to use the Ladies’ room! Now, if you put a big pretty piece of artwork on your arm, and some opinionated person runs the company, you are fired. It does not seem fair.

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Japanese Traditional, Todd Lawrence.

For me, on your time, wear the dress. If it is my company, you would be given a uniform. Everyone would dress the same, and i would not deal with the whole sex argument. As for tattoos, i got nine of mine to say to hell with the rules, and visible, so i don’t have to work for those types. I would protect my tatted up employees. If you had a problem with my employees, we would not do business.

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Skulls, Steven Kerr.

I see it as a person’s sexual preference is protected, because it is their pursuit to happiness. I see them changing their appearance as their freedom of expression. I also see a person getting a tattoo as a person on their pursuit to happiness. I see them as a person showing off their freedom of expression. In my opinion, tattooed people changed their body for the rest of their life. They should be protected.

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Broken Chains Hope Dealer, William Wilson

But… When it comes to rights, you must consider them all. An employer has worked hard for what they have. It belongs to them. As you do on your property, they have the right to decide. The right to private property, and control of that property, should trump any freedom of expression, and all other freedoms, unless it is pointing out wrong doing on that property. Business owners keep the world turning, they have rights ,and rules to follow. Having the choice to have employees without tattoos, or that overly express the sexual preference, should always be a right the employer has.

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Thanks for reading! What do you think? Should getting a tattoo give you special rights?

Murdered in the Name of Clubs.

So… A guy, just a normal guy, a biker, of course, gets tattoos. He decides on some witchcraft looking, biker, tattoos. If you have tattoos, you know how they become your art. His became his.

He rides, and is proud of his new art. He shows it off. People like his tattoos. He finds patches to match… Time passes. Some see his tattoos and pathces, and decide he shouldn’t have them. He didnt earn them. Their plan, go to his home, beat him up, bust up his bike, and rob his home. He decides that is not going to happen. He defends his home.

Unfortunate for him, he is out numbered, and ends up murdered. See, his tattoos were close to being Pagan MC and Warlock MC tattoos. A couple members of those clubs decided they would take their club, nation wide clubs, from charitable 501cs, that helps people, to an OMG. They decided they would conduct themselves as gang members.

A club member walks a fine line. It takes one action, from one member, under that club’s name, to turn a club member into a gang member. Only a couple members have put these entire chapters in trouble.
Now, because of the cut, every member is seen as a gang member. Every member can be charged with murder. The city has decided to charge a few members with gang activity.

Anti-gang laws are serious laws. Ricco is even worse. If the federal government wanted to, because they done the crimes under the club names, they could go after entire clubs, nationwide. Lucky for clubs, the fed knows these couple people, acting on their own, doesn’t represent these clubs.

Some laws are old laws, and can be used against members. Here in South Carolina, we have crazy lynching laws. It is very easy to catch a 15 year charge. Watching a fight is enough to catch a charge for 2nd degree lynching. I was charged with it for breaking up a fight. I broke it up by grabbing a fighter. In this state, that is a guilty verdict.

By grabbing the person, i took away their ability to defend themselves. Being able to use the internet, i found out that i was probably going to prison. Here, the right thing can cost you your freedom. Lucky for me, the person decided it was not fair to do me like that, and had the charges dropped. Lucky for S.C., the laws are being abused, like giving a guy 20 years for a simple bar fight, and are being changed.

Here is a little advice; Make prospects serve the entire time. Feel people out. Learn everything about a person that might represent your club. Follow the bi-laws. Smart people wrote those. They are how a club survives. They are how a club gets a nationwide club. Numbers are hard to get, but never lower their standards. The people above, they murdered a guy for tattoos. Would it not be smarter to try to get him to prospect? Then, if you didnt earn it, dont wear it. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed your time here!


Prosecutor: Members of motorcycle clubs accused of killing non-member wearing insignias (

South Carolina takes aim at lynching law because it hurt blacks –


Yep, I’m a sucker. I see a steal of a deal, and go for it. Lucky for me, others in our area got hit first. Well, almost. She claims Anderson S.C.

This is her story. It isnt uncommon to find this story to be true. I have seen $500 Sportsters, and then asked about them. Normally they are already gone.

I didn’t have the money. So, I mentioned the stupid sweet deal to a friend.  They had already had experience with the scammer, the day before.

I show another friend, and they call her out on a truck! Be careful out there! Scammers are everywhere!

She says it was her husband,  but claims a dealership that does not exist. Another for the books. Then all this crazy crap. Who would believe her?

That is entirely unbelievable! What a hussle. Who would buy a bike that couldn’t come see?

How to Wrap Pipes and Some Nice Wrap Jobs!

How about a quick how to? Here you will find how to wrap pipes, the pros, and the cons.

Use dishwashing gloves. That shit will itch you to death. It is a very fine fiberglass. 

Then, wrap it from the bottom to the top. This will make it lap like a roof, top over bottom, and water won’t get in. Your pipes won’t rust.

If you dont use the silcone, you screwed up. Your wraps will fall apart,  and discolor from the sun and water, very fast.

USE THE SPRAY SILICONE! REAPPLY IT EVERY NOW AND THEN! IT WILL MAKE THE FIBERGLASS LAST LONGER! The wraps above, they were black. Without the spray, this will happen,  fast.

SPRAY SILICONE ON THE WRAPS! HEAT THE PIPES UP, SPRAY IT AGSIN. SILCONE WILL SOAK INTO THE LAPS THIS WAS, SEALING THEM UP. SPRAY IT AGAIN. This is a pretty big Pro for wrapping your pipes. It helps keep your pipes less rusty.  

Pros, less rust.
Cons, it will rot. It will get on your leg, and it will itch. Thanks for reading!

A trick… unroll a roll of black. Lay it in the sun for a couple weeks. It will evenly turn a lighter shade of black. Use it and a new roll of black. Now, wrap which ever color you want

How to Handle The POLICE.

I was watching this video… 0Hell no. This is why all bikers need a helmet cam! This is a lawsuit. The punk police done messed that bike up! I hope I run into one of these cops! Knock mine over, I’m getting a new shop! As stupid, under educated, no training having asses, around here, I probably will.

Then, when he said FUCKING BIKE, I would demand he was arrested for public disorderly conduct. That’s the most common law used to arrest someone, to be a bitch ass pig.

When they do this to you, and attempt an unlawful arrest, in South Carolina,  feel free to resist. Punch that cop in their mouth, and resist to be arrested. You can resist to the point of deadly force. But,  in most case, like Poinsett, 250 S.C. 293, 157 S.E.2d 570 (1967); State v. … 509, 5 S.E.2d 285 (1939), you go to prison for using deadly force. Most of the others end with a cop losing that job, and a serious lawsuit. Careful,  most cops are cowards, they are going to shoot you. So really,  maybe don’t try this one. You can though…

Hopefully,  none of us have to deal with that. As is an American,  it is your place to know all your rights, state and federal.  It is also your place to stand up for those rights.

Here are some tips. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” Do not answer that! You do not have to speak at all. This is your fifth amendment right.

This question is a trap. If you say yes, you admit guilt. If you say no, you do the same. You were not paying attention to the laws at hand, and are guilty.

Next up, searching your stuff. Say no, or nothing. It is a question,  again,  you do not have to answer. Don’t answer. You are still protected by the 5th Amendment. 

If they do it anyways, congratulations,  you got you a great lawsuit. Send some police to work at the meat packing plant! They need the help.

Also, you have to know the definition of a Terry frisk. They can pat you down. That is it, literally, all they can do.

THE POLICE CANNOT PUT THEIR HAND IN YOUR POCKET.  They whole “do you have anything in your pockets that might stick me?”, is a violation of your 4th amendment. 

THE POLICE CANNONT MANIPULATE YOUR CLOTHING IN ANYWAY! The can’t pull your shirt up, or pant legs. They can’t even remove your hat.

THE POLICE CANNOT SQUEEZE ANY PART OF YOUR BODY, OR CLOTHING. That squeeze of that pocket, take it to civil court. Sue them. It seems unworth it, and trivial, but you must stand up for even the smallest of rights.

The only way to properly “fight” the police,  is with you rights. ALWAYS INFORM THEM OF YOUR 1ST, 4TH, AND 5TH CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. RECORD EVERY INTERACTION WITH THE POLICE. This will help you in court, criminal, and it will win the Civil.

Stay safe out there! After the first biker, the rest should have know better. Don’t ride a wheelie in front of the police! Thanks for reading.