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.
If Helen of Troy launched a thousand ships this sad young
woman closed a thousand schools. Front Range media went on full alert, in fact
some businesses closed because she was here in the Mile High City.
I’m sure by now you all recall in the week leading up to the
20th anniversary of the mass murder at Columbine High School we had a very
underweight, very small 18-year-old girl who never saw snow in her life arrive
at DIA. In a matter of hours, she became a combination of Rambo and Che
Guevara, frightening the entire Front Range from south of Greeley to north of
the Springs as the FBI claimed they were investigating her as a “credible
threat” against Colorado schools.
The evidence now points to she never made a death threat on
anyone, never threatened anyone. One of her friends said she was infatuated
with Columbine. Note to self, the entire Front Range media including my
award-winning radio show has been infatuated with Columbine. They red flagged
the entire state of Colorado. There’s been a post death complex picture of this
young woman. She’s been described as deeply troubled, lonely, talked about
suicide, and was also described as brilliant, kind, and a very talented artist.
That sounds like a lot of people I’ve worked with in radio.
Her mother told the cops she never did drugs as they filed
the missing persons report after her last text when she said she was going to
an art history review.
The seemingly missing pieces of this puzzle are why did the
FBI get involved? Who notified whom? Did the Miami FBI call the Denver FBI? Was
she on her way to DIA? This one person held all of the school systems and, in
fact, the whole Front Range hostage and to a high degree of probability was dead
in the snow (not nude and no tattoos of Klebold and Harris) by the time the
massive manhunt was even launched.
She went up there, saw snow and killed herself near the Echo
Lake Lodge near the base of Mount Evans. She purchased three one-way tickets
for three different days, which is dumb but not against the law. The gun dealer
who sold her a shotgun did not break any laws. So, you tell me, why was she
such a “credible threat?”
But the real critique comes in the aftermath with the
opinion makers, the Governor, and other dumbasses who seem to be running the
State of Colorado.
How about armed guards at schools? While I was researching
this thesis, I found numbers of papers and reports done by the politically
correct who say guns on the teacher’s hips will frighten the children and they
won’t be able to study. Having been in Israel that must be news to all the kids
there who go on to earn great degrees. It would make infinite sense but as you
now know the PC left of center advocates say a gun can never be a good thing.
And hence, as Patsy Ramsey noted, a gun can’t be an answer except when it’s
World War II when a good guy with a gun comes up against a bad guy with a gun.
So, when little Muffy and Buffy don’t have armed guards to
stop armed intruders they will hide in the closet and the lunchroom and you
know how fast police will respond.
Schools should have armed guards to stop armed violence.
Is it missing on the Front Range media and Democrat Party
that you cannot find one mass shooting at a police station, National Guard
armory or a sporting goods store that sells guns? Conspicuous by its absence
because good guys stop bad guys. It’s a simple reason we should embrace armed
guards in schools. I love it when the Democrats say guns in school produce a
police state and America will become an armed camp.
Really? Don’t forget we have armed guards at Broncos games,
Denver City cops working off duty to protect the south stands from the Oakland
Raiders.
But don’t expect to see anyone talk about this.
She was more than just a threat; she became an excuse and in
the brilliance of my grandson who, when his mother told him school was closed
that day, looked out the window and asked, “where’s the snow?” Someday maybe
he’ll write this column.
The line allegedly comes from one of the earliest handlers
of Richard Nixon, when he first entered politics to run for Congress. These
early hucksters today are called campaign managers and spin masters. When
speaking about Nixon’s personality he said, “With enough money I could make
tuberculosis popular.”
So now you’re witnessing progressive politics in the State
of Colorado — they managed with a tremendous amount of money from a small
number of individuals — to make tuberculosis popular.
There is a rebellion brewing. In the book “The Andromeda
Strain” when they knock on the doors of the men and women on the designated
response team the agent would say, “There’s been a fire.” That was the signal
for the team to gather to begin to investigate.
To all of us, there’s been a fire. Our small but powerful
710 KNUS radio station and audience were able to change the course of a mighty
river and defeat the buffoons who wanted to bring in heroin injection sites.
It’s not missed by me that the appointed Colorado Civil Rights Commission ends
all of its attacks on a very decent man, Jack Phillips. Hard to believe that
one morning they all wake up and unanimously vote to leave Jack alone at the
same moment John Hickenlooper throws his hat in the ring to be president.
There’s a fire.
Next is the Red Flag Bill. Sheriffs, County Commissioners,
and town councils are rejecting a bill which could give the government the right to come and
take your firearms, a proceeding where you don’t even get to face your accuser
as they come for your guns. The rebellion is brewing in 34 of 64 Colorado
counties.
There’s a line that runs through history — “When coming for
my guns make sure you bring yours.” What’s going to happen in Weld County when
the Sheriff refuses to abide by an anti-second amendment judge? Will Jared
Polis bring in the National Guard or will he assign the young men and women of
the Colorado State Patrol to go after you?
These same people want to tax people to babysit other
people’s children. They also want to show third graders how to put a
prophylactic on a banana. And seal up gas wells and fracking points. For the
first time since the late 1950s our country is no longer reliant on the tyrants
of the Middle East for our gas and oil needs. That’s exactly the time now for
General Polis and the axis of the evil Boulder and Denver to plug those wells.
This is a clarion call. On its heels comes the right to
squat, where some homeless person or persons can seize the land adjacent to any
public greenbelt and occupy it. Just wait. These people will have people with
substance abuse, unemployment, and poverty have the right to go to parks,
sidewalks and lawns, pitch a tent, put up a box and be allowed to stay
indefinitely. And it bounces back on you if you dare open your big fat mouth
and say this car has four flat tires and God knows how many people in there and
I would at least like a welfare check. When that happens, someone will dub you
as crazy and the next day they’re going to come seize your guns. There are
recall efforts.
There are angry people that no longer want this kind of
nonsense handed out to them. But said and done this speaks to the Colorado
State Republican Party. This insipidness began with the Owens Administration and
these are the people that brought you the gubernatorial hopefuls like Bruce
Benson, Both Ways Bob Beauprez and the pasta resistance (but our piéce de
résistance), Walker Stapleton. If the Republican Party could get its collective
poop in a group, you may see some different outcomes. In the meantime, watch
the skies.
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.
