Do you remember Super Head? She was a young XXX porn actor who made her fame by making movies showing her giving the best head you’ve ever seen delivered on screen. Her name is Karrine Stephens. She wrote a tell all book called Confessions of a Video Vixen where she detailed her affairs with some of the biggest stars out there including Jay-Z, Ja Rule, Bobby Brown, Dr. DRE, DMX Xzibit, Diddy, Usher, Shaquille O’Neal, Irv Gotti and others. Her tell all book also ruined quite a few marriages.

Which brings to question, with all of the ponannie out there in the world, why do you guys insist on passing around the same damned ho’s that your club brother had, as well as every other dude on the set?

And then, after you’ve told this ho all of your club business, personal business, family business, and professional business, you get surprised after she squawks out her version of “Confessions of a Video Vixen” all over the set with your information in her mouth! Man you just can’t make this stuff up.

Patch chasers should be treated like the hos they are and nothing more. They are not to be trusted, confided in, included, or given more time than it takes to do what you came to do. My advice is there is no useful purpose for a patch chaser at all and to avoid them like the plague at all costs!

Then you guys will hit one of these girls raw and take home Hell to your respectful wives! When you know personally that you can’t count the guys a girl slept with on two of your hands then you should probably know that you certainly don’t want to be hitting her raw.

The truly ironic thing is that a lot of these girls get vindictive as hell when you leave them or disrespect them. Mike Tyson found out the hard way. He said that he treated the girl like shit and didn’t walk her to the car. She said she went up into his room without any idea of what he may have wanted from her, certainly not sex, and that he raped her. How many of us believe that is the total truth? Well, the jury did and good ol’ Mikey got to spend six years in jail. What if you saw your set ho sitting at the district attorney’s table relating everything she saw in the drug case about you? And it would serve you right, messing around with everyone else’s set ho that has no loyalty what-so-ever to anyone. Remember!

But hey! Do you! And do her too if you must. But do her in a way that won’t allow her to bring her drama to your MC and screw up your already complicated life to the point that you cannot recover.

Discretion is the better part of valor. And you can’t make a set ho a wife! **In most cases.

Capiche?!

Dictators Still Permeate Today’s MCs

It seems that motorcycle club dictators still permeate our biker club world. No matter how hard we try to get away from them, those motherfuckers just won't go away. Maybe it's because they weren't “shit” in high school and so now that they have become, so-called motorcycle club leaders, they must take out all of their pent-up frustrations on the MC. Still, no matter how hard we try to follow the bylaws, there is some asshole who thinks he sits above us all who tries to wrestle and squirm his way into a position of leadership so that he can then rain down his reign of terror upon us all.

In this story I use my own motorcycle club as an example. Poor leadership from the top results in poor leadership all the way down the structure. This absolutely occurs when the poor leadership comes in the form of a would-be dictator making up the bylaws as he goes along. The culprit in the Black Sabbath motorcycle club is the National President, Curtis “Ride or Die” Hill. What he has failed to realize is that there are people underneath him and when they see him making up the rules as he goes then they make up the rules as they go. When the National President shows no concern for the rule of law the bylaws illustrate, then the officers under him will show the same arrogant disregard to their members in turn. The leadership sets the tone for the entire motorcycle club and how it will behave and more importantly how brothers and sisters will treat one another. In Ride or Die's case the result is obvious, a complete breakdown of the motorcycle club from within causing chapters to scurry away as full patch brothers are deciding to vote with their feet.

I recently had a discussion with one of the Regional Presidents (I believe he’s a Regional now—I forgot to ask) who was upset because one of his members decided that they would create their own Black Sabbath chapter in the same city where he just created a Black Sabbath chapter. Now, of course he blamed me because that member had a discussion with me before deciding to take said position. He felt it was my fault that I had somehow inspired his member to go out and create his own version of Black Sabbath which he was emphatically against and prepared to use all necessary tactics to prevent such a thing.

When I asked him, “Why do you think that your member would propose something so radical?” He remarked that the member was never any good in the first place, never showed up to any mandatory functions, and he should never have appointed him vice president at all. Now, of course this is where I asked the $1,000,000 question. I asked him, “What do you mean you appointed him? Didn’t the club get a vote?” That is when he informed me that he had assigned all the members their positions in the new chapter he created, because they were new to motorcycle clubs and didn't know what they were doing. He informed me that it was necessary for him to assign everybody their spots because this was a brand-new chapter and no one knew anything about motorcycle clubbing except him. So that meant He, and He alone, was the potentate, dictator, ruler, all knowing vassel, and all knowing being who could sit atop his high horse and appoint grown men in a motorcycle club instead of allowing everyone to vote, which had bylaws that said the exact opposite. In our bylaws, it is stated that every person runs for office every year. So, when you're dealing with grown ass men and you bring them into the motorcycle club not knowing the rules- what the fuck do you think happens when they learn that you've been pulling the wool over their eyes all this time? The answer is simple, rebellion.

I just found it kind of humorous that the Regional President could not see that his problem wasn't with me, and his problem wasn't with his men, but rather his, his problem was with the fact that he was trying to run a dictatorship, and he was beginning to see it crumble. The funny thing about dictatorships in motorcycle clubs these days is that people are more educated because of social media content creators like yours truly. I guess we are a bane in the asses of motorcycle clubs that don't want to do things the right way.

And so, I say this to all new bikers coming into motorcycle clubs from my heart. “If you run into a would-be dictator in your motorcycle club who is not following the bylaws, run don't walk. Let your vote be heard with your feet hitting the pavement.” Don't be foolish enough to join a motorcycle club without being able to examine the bylaws of that club and spend your prospecting time looking to make sure that the club is following those bylaws. The club has an obligation to you just as much as you have an obligation to the club. The club's obligation to you is that they follow the bylaws and treat everyone fairly according to the bylaws and give everyone a fair shot. Your obligation to the club is to work your ass off to be deserving of the rights, honor, benefits, and responsibilities guaranteed you by that beautiful document we call the bylaws.

I know it's easy to get caught up in all of the we love you brother stuff, but talk is cheap, and actions are king. Look to see the actions of those you are involved with, and don't fail to see how other people are treated. It's not just about you, it's about your brothers and the brotherhood too. So, look and see how they treat someone that nobody likes. Is the Sergeant at Arms fair to them? Is the process fair as far as you can determine according to the bylaws you've read? Does the Sergeant at Arms play favorites along with the President? Do they let people get away with things that others don't get away with? You can only find out these things through observations and keeping your fucking mouth shut. This is why prospects should be seen more than heard. You should be engaged in listening, looking, and learning and finding out as much as you can about the situation you are going to be entering.

And if you are one of those officers who thinks you are smarter than everyone else and can Lord over people—then you get all defensive when everything starts falling apart, wanting to kick the dissenters out of the club, always remember you can't go wrong if you follow the bylaws. The bylaws are what everyone agrees to that they will follow and that they will be held accountable and responsible for knowing. When you get outside of that you get a rebellion. You get someone that tells you to shove it up your ass and I'm going to go do something else which may be creating another chapter of the motorcycle club you're in. And depending upon how strong you guys are or are not will determine what kind of bullshit and hassle that'll bring.

Just my $0.02 and a word to the wise, would love to hear yours in the comments section below.

Capiche?!

Disloyalty is Rife in the Motorcycle Club

There seems to be a lot of disloyalty in motorcycle clubs these days and like me, many of you are surprised to see it. I wonder why though? For those of you who watched my own club problems play out over the Internet believe me, I was just as surprised as you were. But should I have been? Like I couldn't believe that my own club brothers could do such a thing to me. But I gotta tell you something, I have found that just like those situations in which people commit suicide and everyone says they never saw it coming, if you look back you will probably see there were blaring signs everywhere that you failed to recognize and wouldn’t miss if you saw them again today.

Like take for instance this idea of the man code we always follow in motorcycle clubs. The man code is an interesting thing that we get roped into because it allows our club brothers to commit the most egregious is crimes against their families, most particularly their wives, while the rest of us sit silent and watch it all go down. There's this idea that if we say something or refuse to participate in the lies, we've broken the brother code, or the man code. And I've got to tell you I have ascribed to that code for many decades of my life, but perhaps not so much anymore.

You know how it goes, when your club brother tells his wife he's out with the club but instead he's over with his sidepiece knocking out the punani, and everything is all fine and good but he never told anybody that that is what he was going to be doing—so, you're sitting at dinner with your wife and his wife and she says, “Hey Dragon did you have a great time with Darren last night when you were both out riding your bikes?” Now, you are sitting there looking fucking stupid as hell trying to figure out how not to look like a liar while protecting the so-called man code. And yes, I have been a part of this culture on both sides, so I tell you not because I'm some sort of saint but because I have seen what happens in the aggregate as shit plays out in the future of the MC. You know, the big picture.

Of course, we are talking about disloyalty and the last Judas kiss, remember that? So, I want to bring to question this interesting thought that occurred to me. If I have been watching a man openly cheating on his wife and disrespecting his family in front of the club for years and now he's running for National President and I vote for him—how could I possibly be fucking surprised to find out that he is a low down, cheat, liar, disloyal, ungrateful, motherfucker who places himself, his agenda, and his selfishness above the club in every aspect? How can I be surprised if he would jeopardize the entire MC for his ego, or to keep himself safe when other brothers are at risk? How could any of us in any motorcycle club be surprised? Aren't we all pretty fucking silly for that? If a man cannot show respect and loyalty, at least in public, to his wife and family, what the fuck would make you ever think he would show loyalty to you or the MC?

I know, I have often said, “I’m a biker not a choir boy,” and I have lived my life kind of like that. But I have always been respectful to the women I've loved. I've tried to live my life such that nobody in my club could call my woman up and tell her about the horrible misdeeds that would make her curl up in a ball and cry and wonder why she was even fucking with me in the first place. I don't hold myself out to be any great person or any great victor or hero or Caesar or anything because I am certainly a man with many flaws. But I think if I were to have shown my hand as a disrespectful, low down coward and a person incapable of showing some kind of self-control on the set to keep my misdeeds from coming back home, or having everybody in the room knowing that I was cheating on my woman except my woman- so she would have to suffer hearing the whispers of others, I couldn't expect anyone to vote me into any office of trust, loyalty, consideration for others, or respect. You see, the reason there has never been a divorced president of the United States of America is because most people in America feel like if you can't manage your family how the hell could you possibly manage the nation? So, I pose the same question, “If you can't manage your home how the fuck do you think you could possibly manage our incredible mighty motorcycle club nation—so why would you even run for office?

So, I'm not saying disregard the bro code or run away from the man code or even tell on your brothers or refuse to be part of their bullshit. I'm telling you to think twice before putting a motherfuker like that in any significant office such that he might betray you or the mighty motorcycle club nation.

That's my two cents I'd love to hear yours in the comments section below.

Capiche?!

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To Patronize or Not to Patronize, That is the Question!

You know, I am seeing this sign or others like it more and more these days. And I am beginning to wonder is it that motorcycle club bikers are so bad that we keep causing problems everywhere we go, or is it just the public perception spurned by news media, Hollywood hype, and law enforcement about us that makes everyone so damn afraid when we enter the business in our colors?

It used to be that club colors were at least tolerated in these places but now they tell us they don't want us or our dollars at all! And to be honest with you I'm perfectly fine with that. Because I've always said, “Ff you're going to clubs and bars and not motorcycle clubhouses then you're not supporting the biker set and the clubhouses that welcome us. Instead, you are supporting businesses that are living off the set and putting nothing back into our community.

I mean really, what the hell does the local bar that allows bikers to come and hang out give back in terms of resources, opportunities, money, discounts, or allowances to the biker club community? Yet we seem bound and determined to get into these businesses even though they disrespectfully put up their “No dogs allowed!” signs every place they can.

Oh, I know what you'll say, “But we're at Daytona bike week and we have no place else to go!” The answer is hell yes you have some place to go. There are motorcycle clubhouses all over Daytona Beach and the surrounding areas. Take your biker club dollars over there; I promise you they'll be much more appreciated. And you will be much more appreciated. My woman Tia always says, “Go where you are celebrated not where you are tolerated.” I second her on that. Before I find myself sitting up at the greatest biker saloon that puts up a sign disrespecting my colors and my freedom of choice and expression in the United States of America I would rather just ride up and down the streets and stop at the local motorcycle clubs to hang out, spending my money where we are appreciated.

I'm reminded of a time not long after the Vietnam War in Norfolk VA. Public respect for Navy sailors had gotten so low that people put up signs in their yards that said, “Dogs and sailors keep off the grass!” An enterprising Admiral got so angry that he put all of the sailors and marines on ships and put those ships right off the coast where the city of Norfolk could see them, but they couldn't come into port to spend any money. After a few months of this, apartment complexes began to wonder why they weren't getting any new renters. Car lots began to wonder why they weren't selling any more cars. Bars and Taverns began to wonder why they were going broke and their dance rooms and pool halls we're no longer full of sailors and marines like they used to be. And the city councils began to get phone calls. After a while, the Admiral was called to find out what the hell was going on and why there were no sailors in town to speak of. The Admiral told them it was because he put every sailor and marine that he could possibly fit on a ship on the ships and put those ships right off the coast. He said the sailors and marines would be better off drilling and practicing safe at sea then they would be in a city that didn't give a damn about them, that kept giving them all kinds of crazy parking tickets and fines and arresting them and cheating them and deals and showing all kinds of disrespect towards them. Well, what eventually happened was that the city said that they would make ordinances to better protect the sailors and marines coming in and out of Norfolk. Finally, the general relented and allowed the sailors and marines to come back and to port. I was not around to see it but I am told there were signs all over Norfolk VA that read, “welcome home U.S. Navy and Marine Corps.” There were ordinances against people having those signs in their yards and even ordinances about lemon cars that were sold to sailors and all kinds of other confident schemes that had been allowed before. Nothing like taking a few dollars from the city to get it acting right. No, I don't know if this is a real story or not but it is a story that I was told while I was in the Navy. So, if it is true you can very well see So what the power of a little persuasion can do.

You can always vote with your feet, keep your dollars in your pocket, and watch how fast the respect comes back when people discover they need you more than they don’t like you. It’s a wonderful feeling, I promise. You may find that you are having so much fun in the clubhouses and are shown so much love that you won’t even want to go back to those bars and taverens filled with ordinary bikers who don’t like clubbers anyway.

Capiche!?

Papa Penguin Pontificates
Four Lessons on Motorcycle Injuries

Greetings to my fellow motorcycle enthusiasts, bikers and clubbers. We are a wildly divergent lot who can’t really agree on much of anything. Crotch rocket or cruiser. American iron or metric. And God forbid anyone mentions patches or how to ride in a pack…

There is one thing that unites us all. It doesn’t matter if you’re a member of one of the big 5, if you’re on the black or white set, an independent or even if you’re a RUB. We all get killed and injured in the same way doing what we love.

We’re going to use a study (Brockhus et al, 2023) that took place over 11 years (2007-17), included 750 trauma centers across the US, and included over 300,000 riders (about half the population of Wyoming). It’s going to take us a couple of articles to cover it, but I think you’ll find it worth your time.

Numero uno, the average age for a rider in this study was 41 and over 90% were male. 

First lesson, if you’re middle(ish) aged and male, you aren’t 21 anymore. Our reflexes are slower, and our bodies don’t forgive mistakes like they did in our youth. There’s a reason we all have comfy seats and suspensions. No sane person is riding a hard tail in their 40s because our bodies can’t take it anymore.

More than ½ of those injured were tested for alcohol and about ¼ were tested for illicit drug use. Those not wearing a helmet were twice as likely to be inebriated and 14% more likely to be under the influence of illicit substances.

Second lesson, drugs and alcohol are bad when you’re on twos. Odds are your friend who rides without a helmet also married a stripper who he thought was in love with him because she snorted booger sugar off his man part after he got a payday loan to buy her engagement ring. A ring which she promptly hawked after 2 months because the creditors started calling. Which was followed by him getting a DUI after getting tossed out of her place of employment while trying to win her affection back. In the military we called this a pattern of poor judgement. (I totally made up this scenario, it never happened and definitely didn’t involve a guy whose name rhymes with Bronson, Camp Lejeune, or a strip club the entire USMC has affectionally referred to as the Dirt Wood for decades. Don’t be like Bronson).

Wearing a helmet was associated with a greater incidence of lower and upper extremity injuries. Not wearing a helmet was associated with a greater incidence of head injuries.

Third lesson, if you can’t figure this one out you probably ride without a helmet. Helmeted riders live long enough for other injuries to matter. If you don’t wear a helmet the guys on the boo boo bus affectionally refer to you as an organ donor.  

 Injuries to the spine, thorax (that’s a $50 word for chest), abdomen, pelvis and extremities were more common amongst those who wore helmets.

Fourth lesson. People who don’t wear helmets get their cause of death listed as head trauma not broken bones.

To sum up ladies and gents. If you’re going to drink don’t ride. If you’re going to ride don’t drink. When you’re middle aged you don’t bounce, you break. And your brain housing group does not work well after a hard reset on the pavement.  

Wear a helmet and ride your own ride sober.

Stay tuned for my next article where we’ll dig further into this study and explore the pattern of injuries from motorcycle wrecks.

Sources:

Brockhus, L & Liasidis, P & Lewis, M & Jakob, D & Demetriades, D (08 November 2023) Injury Patterns and outcomes in motorcycle driver crashes in the United States: The effect of helmet use. Retrieved from www.elsevier.com/locate/injury on 15 October 2024.

Papa Penguin is a truck drivin, whiskey swillin, beer chuggin, tobacco chewin, beard wearin, 2nd amendment lovin, freedom obsessed motorcycle enthusiast who is 100% red, white and blue. He dropped out of high school when he was 17 and joined a little canoe club you may have heard of called the US Navy. During his 20 years of service, he managed to avoid ever being stationed on a ship but had to look at more penis than a 10¢ hooker on nickel night. All you’ve gotta to do to pull that off is go play full contact hide and seek with Marines as a Corpsman. Do factory work with a chance to drown or get shot at with a job descriptor of “Pecker Checker.” Life’s all about tradeoffs. 

 Along the way he managed to get an undergrad, 2 graduate degrees and a proverbial clown car of certifications. All paid for with your tax dollars. Don’t thank him for his service, let him thank you for paying taxes. 

 He’s worked managing hotels, as a safety professional, various first responder jobs, was a mid-level health care provider, is a purveyor of fine (and not so fine) booze, an ex-husband multiple times over (he swears it ain’t his fault), father, stepfather, grandfather, and husband to a wife WAAAYY out of his league. If you ask him how he pulled off that last one the answer will be something along the lines of “God looks out for fools, drunkards and kids.” 

 And if a certain 3 letter federal agency is reading this, yes, he honestly lost all his pew-pews in a tragic boating accident while fishing above the Mariana Trench for giant squid. God’s honest truth.