Over the 45 years of my actually being able to do morning
radio, afternoon or evening radio, and occasionally all night radio in Denver,
Colorado, I’ve had the incredible experiences of people getting up and walking
out of the studio when they were scheduled guests.
One of the first was Abbie Hoffman; remember “Steal This
Book” Abbie? On trial in Chicago, they ran Pigasus the pig for president. He
took a hike out of the KHOW studio because, even though it’s unimaginable that
you could offend Abbie Hoffman, I accomplished that. The next one was President
hopeful Marianne Williamson, arguably the smartest person to appear in two
nights of that great Dem coffee klatch. She also took a hike. Then Sydney
Biddle Barrows, the Mayflower Madam, closed her book and walked off when I
asked her the difference between what she did for a living and a pimp. She
caught a case of the shark jaws and with a sniff said, “I never,” and headed
for the exit.
Shining moments all. But the one that was the most laugh out
loud obvious, I was working at Brand X, aka KHOW radio and I had a couple of
prairie dog saviors come into the studio. “Welcome to my parlor,” said the
spider to the fly. And I asked these two little cello shaped activists how they
felt about abortion because they were trying to stop the deaths of these
prairie rats. They also pulled a hot foot and left in a huff.
So, using all of those experiences I thought to myself why
don’t we make a bunch of prairie dog costumes and put them on the Wash Park
geese? You see where this is headed.
The City of Denver and the feds swooped down in an illegal
raid and confronted these honkers who were molting, lacked any ID cards or
papers and forced them into big plastic pens to be crated and carted off to
some very questionable locations.
Does this whole scenario sound familiar? I’m told people saw
geese drinking out of toilets.
That one goose being delivered on the flatbed truck was me
when I was a little boy. And now the only reason the Denver media can look the
other way is we’re being told these geese will become dinner for “some hungry
families.”
Now as I’ve said many times, my parents raised many ugly
children but not a lot of dumb ones. Does anyone think for a minute that people
were going be delivering cooked geese to welfare recipients, homeless junkies
or, for that matter, anywhere? Just think of how much it costs to swoop down on
geese in an early morning raid, round them up into pens, put corn oil on the
eggs, another form of abortion, put these geese in crates and then ship them
off in trucks to gander heaven to be processed and cooked and kept USDA
approved until they are delivered to John Hickenlooper and Michael Hancock’s
road home? I’ll bet there ain’t no minimum wage employees, including the
government workers, touching one of these birds once.
How much do you think it costs from start to finish to
process one of these quackers? If you look at the curtain that Julie Hayden is
pointing to, you’ll see a magical figure. I’m guessing three hundred bucks a
goose. Any takers?
Anybody think between now and Thanksgiving you’re going to
meet anyone who actually ate a goose? At that moment I’ll throw open the window
and say, “What day is this little boy?” and he’ll say, “It’s Christmas.”
This is another thing we’ve learned to watch in Denver.
Wasn’t the media great? Weren’t the elected officials wonderful? What about the
people who gathered in the park to mourn the geese? The woman who said she
actually knew two of those geese personally? How can you tell the damn things
apart?
You gotta love the city we live in. Its press corps, the
elected officials and the federal government came in like a SEAL team raid to
get a bunch of geese and the most frightening thing of all, mother nature hates
a vacuum. There will be geese up the wazoo next year at this time.
See you same bat time same bat channel tomorrow.
— Peter Boyles
P.S.: If I caught a fish in Wash Park lake or City Park lake
would you eat it? Come on. Things are bad enough for the homeless, we don’t
need to start this.
Denver, Colorado, has been taught a great politically
correct witch hunt lesson. All of the above, and many more who we will speak
about in this column, took a nice, 41-year-old white woman from a farm in Iowa,
who probably never even muttered any words or terms that could be construed by
the witch hunters on the left to be remotely racist, homophobic, Islamophobic,
or anti-global warming; who also, I believe, does not like Donald Trump; and
these bastards were able to turn her, with the help of the Denver media, into
David Duke.
You folks all remember David Duke? Remember when he ran
against Edwin Edwards to be the governor of Louisiana, and the bumper stickers
said vote for the crook because David Duke was such a horrible human.
Did you get the opportunity to witness the Hancock
celebration party at Hancock election headquarters when the numbers came in
early that he had taken this very decent woman and beaten her into the ground?
Walking next to him, the one and only, former Governor Bill Ritter; cheering
him on, former Mayor and presidential hopeful, Governor John Hickenlooper; the
true master of the City, Wellington Webb; and, of course, the crown prince himself,
Michael Hancock, doing the victory dance. (Conspicuously absent from the
victory party was current Governor Jared Polis who did not endorse or do any
fundraising for Hancock.)
To the man, these are philanderers. To the man, they
understand the power and money in Denver. To the man, they knew they were
taking this decent woman and turning her into George Wallace or the
granddaughter of Lester Maddox.
Have the television outlets no shame as they covered and
interviewed a cheerful Michael Hancock?
I can’t tell you how many times my sainted father would say
to me and my brothers, “What the hell’s wrong with you?” To the City of Denver,
in the words of my father, what the hell’s wrong with you?
This woman made some amateur mistakes, like not knowing what
the initials of the NAACP meant, and taking the picture of an Asian man after
they did a deep dumpster dive, and discovered she made some remark about
Chinatown on social media that they lifted and implied it was some sort of
racist anti-Asian remark. Maybe someone could ask the Brownstein Law Firm about
that.
I’m told when she made the runoff her total war chest was
$700 thousand and change. I’m also told, by reliable sources, that the minute
it was announced, Hancock raised that amount of money and added it to his $2.7
million war chest.
As an amateur reader of history, it’s been noted that any
time a candidate starts with negative advertising he or she is behind. Hancock
came out of the box after promising Jamie Giellis they would not go negative.
He went on the negative offensive turning her into a modern day KKK Night
Rider.
That was despicable and we may never see the internal
polling data, but you can bet your ass they knew he was in trouble.
There’s some smarmy character on the payroll and in the
words of Al Davis, “Just win baby,” and they did. It’s sad that this cabal of
wealthy men took this fine woman and dashed her on the rocks of hate. They
brought in Hillary Clinton to endorse Michael Hancock. I suspect they did
because Michael must remind her of her husband Bill. Keep an eye on this one
folks. The only good news is that a Marxist beat Albus Brooks. Watch the skies.
As this award-winning newspaper rolls into summer, and
because of so much appreciation and feedback we’ve gotten at the newspaper and
award-winning radio show about how much you folks love my support of
conservative causes and the rocks I’ve thrown at Front Range progressives, I
thought I’d like to leave you with a series of thoughts that I know many of you
will not only embrace but will carefully cut this column out and put on your
refrigerators.
Peter Boyles
Number one: James Comey answered “I don’t know, I don’t
recall and I don’t remember” 236 times while under oath. But remembers enough
to write a book.
If women are so upset at Donald Trump’s naughty words, who
the hell bought 80 million copies of Fifty Shades Of Grey?
Every woman has the right to be believed … unless you were
raped by Bill Clinton, beaten by Keith Ellison, groped by Cory Booker or killed
by Ted Kennedy.
Chelsea Clinton got out of college, got a job at NBC that
paid $900,000 dollars a year, yet her mom flies around the country in private
jets speaking out about white privilege.
My favorite, because we have been working so much about this
story on radio, the progressives don’t want unvaccinated kids in our schools
but the same progressives let thousands of unvaccinated illegal immigrants in
who then join Muffy and Buffy in the classroom.
Progressives say you can’t give a lethal injection to a
rapist, murderer, a pedophile or a school shooter. But you can give a lethal
injection to an infant.
Pennsylvania officials, my home state, have admitted to
finding 11,198 non-citizens registered in the state rolls of PA.
They sent more troops to arrest Roger Stone than they sent
to defend the Benghazi consulate.
Sixty years ago, Venezuela was fourth on the world’s
economic freedom index. Today they are 179th and their citizens are dying of
starvation and eating zoo animals. In only 10 years Venezuela was destroyed by,
you got it, Bernie socialism.
Another one of my personal favorites, apparently the
Russians donated $0.00 to the Trump campaign, however, it appears the Russians
donated over $150-million to the Clinton Foundation, but Trump was the one
investigated for Russian ties.
Have we reached the point of no return? Seemingly people
support abortion over life, illegals over its own citizens, refugees over
veterans, and then lecture me about the morals of my radio show.
Two more things to think about as summer looms. How do you
march 3,000 miles across Mexico without food, support or water and show up at
our border 100 pounds overweight with a cellphone?
Bill Clinton paid $850,000 to Paula Jones to get her to go
away. I don’t remember the FBI raiding his office.
I leave you with the kicker. The same media that told me
Hillary had a 95% chance of winning now tells me Trump has low approval
ratings.
Have a great summer. Keep those cards and letters coming.
In the history of American politics, elections and battles like what happened Tuesday, February 19, 2019, don’t really stack up, however it is unbelievably impactful when it comes to State of Colorado politics and stupid progressive ideology. State lawmakers announced they were abandoning plans to introduce a new law that would have allowed heroin shooting-up sites in Colorado. This may be Colorado’s version of Truman versus Dewey, Doug Jones versus Roy Moore, Donald Trump – Hillary Clinton, another great upset. In the world of military history, the Battles of Marathon and Agincourt are other upsets. Or how about this for you sports fans — MY 1960 Pittsburgh Pirates against your New York Yankees, the first Cassius Clay – Sonny Liston fight, the U.S. Olympic hockey team smacking the Ruskies. So you’re starting to get the picture.
I am amazed that now all the political and media power brokers who were advocating to bring in the insanity of heroin/meth injection sites in Colorado have overnight become victims. “And hence,” as Patsy Ramsey wrote, they are not the victims. Let me take you back to before the bell rang.
When Albus Brooks had a 12 to 1 vote in Denver City Council, all the power brokers and the dominant media were in favor of this insanity. The Democrats had just swept into office, they held the House, the Senate, the Executive Branch, the AGs office, Treasurer, Secretary of State, every position of power in the State of Colorado.
We — myself, Chuck and Julie, and Steffan Tubbs — work at a five thousand-watt directional AM radio station. In the media landscape we don’t exist. And we, with the power of a wonderful audience quite frankly kicked their collective asses. We went to the stream and got three smooth stones and dropped the giant Philistine Goliath/George Soros. And so now they’re the victims and we’re the bullies? Let’s recap.
On my next birthday I’ll be 76-years- old. My colleague Steffan Tubbs was a newsman and found his teeth, laid his ears back and rushed them in Vancouver. One of the smartest men I’ve ever known in my life, Chuck Bonniwell, is a novice at talk radio. And his colleague-wife, certainly the better half of the team, Julie Hayden, was basically one of the best investigative TV reporters in the city. This highly improbable team slew them, brought them to their knees, did ground and pound. Made them tap out.
And now as State Senator Brittany Pettersen threw the towel over the top rope signaling the end of the fight, we are the bullies. Do you believe that’s the outcome? They had Kyle Clark the crown prince of Channel 9, The Denver Post, 5280 Magazine, Complete Colorado, Colorado Inside Out, Westword, Susan Greene, little stooges like Jason Salzman, the whole Progress Now lineup, George Soros’ Open Society Foundation, the Republican establishment all lined up on us. And yet we’re the bullies, fear mongers and liars. Yet with the exception of Albus Brooks, not one of these bastards went up and walked down East Hastings Street in Vancouver.
They tell us they’ll be back. In the words of Joseph Stalin when speaking about the end of the Second World War in keeping Germany from becoming a whole nation again, “Let
them reunite and they’ll be at our throats in a generation.” Well, to Brittany, Kyle, Albus and company, we stopped you at the bridge, we’ll be waiting for you next time.
And they still haven’t gone to Vancouver to see the nightmare that we witnessed. Just like a Steven King novel the evil never dies. Count on them to come back with this insanity next year. We’ll see you then.
For those of us who are old enough to remember when the “Trickster” was running for President in 1960, a picture used to pop up of a somewhat grinning Richard Nixon with these words, “Would you buy a used car from this man?”
Well, Denver City Council took it one step forward. They didn’t even look at the picture. They had no idea what they were voting for, but according to battling City Councilman “Dodgeball” Paul Kashmann, with the exception of el Chapo Guzman, aka Albus Brooks, none of them went up to Vancouver to see the supervised injection sites.
Are you kidding me? It’s the equivalent of “I got a car in the parking lot.” You’re standing there and you want to buy it. I tell you, “This car’s fine, runs like a top. Brakes are good, tires are great. It’s got a thousand miles on it, purrs like a kitten.” You say, “Well thank you, Peter I’ll buy that baby.” Without sitting in it, starting the engine, driving it around the block, stepping on the brakes, turning on the radio or the windshield wipers to see if there’s any fluid in that little blue container.
Does it get any stupider than this? The answer is yes. It now sits in the hands of a bunch of progressives and a Democrat controlled House, Senate, Attorney General and of course the Governor. Supervised injection sites.
Two weeks ago a band of “Merry Men” — myself, my trusted colleague Steffan Tubbs and the Chief of Staff (also known as the KNUS hammer) Mark – 31 years as a Denver cop – Crowley — went off to see the wizard. We should have taken Kyle Clark along as Dorothy. I went as the “Tin Man,” Mark as the “Scarecrow,” and Steffan the “Cowardly Lion.” We went to the Emerald City — Vancouver, British Columbia, where they have been shooting smack since 2003.
I tried to describe it to my friends and family like this — it’s a George Romero movie. Remember The Night of the Living Dead? And the follow up, The Dawn of the Dead. It’s the AMC series on TV, The Walking Dead. It’s Bob Dylan: “They have tombstones in their eyes.” It’s Thunderdome. It’s worse than Old Cairo. It’s crazier than the Bedlam lunatic asylum in Dickens’ London. I saw people on their knees in a psychosis howling at the moon. Street soldiers of the cartels run the streets. I saw people spreading out pieces of cardboard and putting old brown shoes and dirty pants for sale. Tragic, emaciated women offering alley sex for as much or as little as you wanted to spend. It’s a horror show.
Apparently, according to Kyle Clark, it will now be at 231 E. Colfax in Denver, right next to the Department of Education where they park the school buses for all the little kiddies who come to visit the State Capitol.
Now for some reason, Denver Mayor Michael Hancock is acting like a cat in the sandbox. You’d never know that he “fully supported” safe injection sites when it was voted in by Snow White’s companions at the City Council November 23rd. Now he’s got second thoughts. It is really up to us.
There is nothing compassionate about the war zone in Vancouver. They’re not saving lives. The overdose death rate is staggering, hospitals are overflowing, the crime rate soars and
these sightless fools are inviting that to be right across from our State Capitol.
The first one opened in Vancouver in 2003. Now there are six with the seventh about to open. Did anyone in the Chamber of Commerce, anyone in the Catholic Church, anyone with room temperature IQ think this is a good idea?
In Vancouver they don’t ID, they use street names where they shoot. All the helpers want to know is what drug are you shooting today. The Irish call it the “pig in the poke” and Colorado’s about to buy it.
It is up to you and me to call legislators to stop this insanity. Can anyone imagine a young kid in high school who is having a very bad day and wants to go to a safe site injection center and shoot? Think of it this way. You have discovered your son or daughter has a drug problem, a bad drug problem. Do you tell them to go to their room, you’ll procure their drugs, help them tie off; let them shoot thinking someday that’s going to help them quit? If you believe that there’s more than just a bridge in Brooklyn waiting for you. I watched a lot of scams and a lot of switcheroos but these people have never gone to see what they’re bringing here to you. God help them.
