Frankly, My Dear – small dead animals

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BFD….Friday night at Cinema 12 in San Franfreako…

What was supposed to be playing? The Wild Ones? Brokeback Mountain? Bruno?

Interesting. Never had a beer at the theatre in Canada. Would be yummy with PC.

Cheers to the couple with the cajones!!

It would never happen to me. Any movie my wife would want to see, wouldn’t attract a biker crowd and any movie likely to attract a biker crowd, my wife would never want to see.

LOVE IT!

Liberal leadership meeting…..

Funny what intimidates people. I would sit in that theater, but would be more intimidated by a bunch of suits….well maybe not so much intimidated as uncomfortable.

Want to watch a good biker TV series?
Check out “Sons of Anarchy”…They are now in their fourth season…I love that show…Very conservative with strong family oriented values…Can also be very violent; not for the faint at heart.

I saw “Sons of Anarchy” last week, it is an interesting show…I don’t think pouring alcohol on a guy, then setting his back on fire to remove a tattoo represents good family values, though

This reminds me of the brava sierra surrounding the Fonz character, of “All in the familly”.
The Fonz, played by the very unlikely Winkler, was a totally ficticious Hollyweed concept.
Anyone with a modicum of experience rejects the notion of a virtuous, empathy projecting, law abiding, biker with a value system….
In reality, the couple who went and sat would be innocents abroad….who would be both raped and beaten to a bloody pulp.
But then lefties believe other myths…such as equality of result and CO2 AGW…….

Wow, sasquatch. First of all, Fonz is from Happy Days (Archie Bunker is from All in the Family).
Second, Fonz was a guy who wore a leather jacket and rode a motorcycle. He didn’t have Hell’s Angel’s tats, or peddle dope.
Lighten up man.

Jethro
Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly…same with fairies…
actually henry Winkler commented on this himself and generally endorsed my view.
Of course, the term “biker” is extremely vague applied to evrything from Hells Angels to Honda’s “you meet the nicest people on a Honda”.
Happy Days/All in the family…irrelevant as you indicated….you groked my meaning…don’t get picky…YOU lighten up.

In case anyone hasn’t figured this out, everyone in the video was an actor. No one would really sit down in those seats. Bikers are relatively benign in small groups, or alone. Put that many together, and they get really brave. There’s nothing worse than a pathological coward, with a sudden surge of confidence.

The Rolling Stones and Hunter S. Thompson thought bikers were misunderstood too.

Thank you. That put a much needed smile on my face today.

I always assumed that the Fonz represented more of a “James Dean” type rebel rather than a gang biker.

Those poor bikers. Having a guy with a pink shirt sit right amongst them and knowing they had to behave in order to get more beer. Cruel, very cruel.

They should have given the beer to the people smart enough to walk away.
Stupidity should not be rewarded.

Golly sasquatch, and coach, what happened? Did one of those pathological cowards scarsey little ‘ol you? Buhahahahahahahahahaahahah
What a pair of ‘tards, categorizing a group of people because of how they dress, oh, and own expensive motorcycles. Exactly the mentality the commercial was aimed at, sissies like you two.
Yet you have no problem ripping anyone else for categorizing (pick your political group)right fellas?
Say I wonder, I live in Lethbridge, AB, drop by Timmies on 43rd any Friday night, ask for Toecutter, then you can spout your crap to my face, cause I’m one of “those people”…methinks the pathological cowards are you two.

Pretty funny video.
It reminds me of two incidents that happened to me.
The first was back in ’84. I had been down visiting in the lower 48 and was flying home to Alaska. While down south, there had been a nationwide bust of Hell’s Angels. They had arrested every Angel in the Alaska.
I had been with some friends and had a few beers prior to going to the airport in Seattle to return to Alaska. So I’m through security and walking to my gate. I round the corner into my gate area. There are about 50 Hell’s Angels, all wearing their colors and as soon as I enter, all talk stops and all eyes turn towards me. The beer, having dulled my reaction time, I walked right in and sat down. After a moment, everything went back to normal, talk resumed and folks went about their business.
On the flight, they separated the bikers, who were all grouped together in the rear of the jet by two rows, from the rest of the passengers. I was in the last row of the front group, at the separation. They couldn’t have been quieter or better behaved. In fact, I wanted to buy a beer but was out of cash. The stewardess came up a few minutes later and handed me a can of suds. She said someone in the back paid for it. I looked back and one guy just looked at me and nodded. ’nuff said.
The second incident happened in Anchorage shortly after 9-11. There was a local print shop owned by an Arab family. It had been broken into and vandalized. Anti-Arab epitaths, the works. It got wall to wall coverage on local TV and in the local paper. The leftist front group called ‘Not in my Name’ made a big splash about how racist and intoleratnt us ‘mericans were. Turns out, the Arab owner faked the whole thing to collect the insurance because his business was suffering.
Soo, I guess my point is, trust your gut because you can never judge a book by its cover.

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