All kinds of stuff happening in this episode. Tensions are high in Richmond, VA as there is a big gun rally planned for Monday. The Governor likes to wear blackface. Danny calls the governor’s office to ask why he doesn’t like black people🙄🙄🙄More problems for the Cleveland Browns🤣🤣🤣Radio is near death and some very good and talented people are out of work this week😫😫😫The latest on the clown parade that is the Democratic Party😜😜😜and much more!
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Danny is getting on a schedule of three podcasts a week.😎😎😎Look for them on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Here’s one from yesterday. You’ll hear from new Browns head coach Kevin Stefanski, Browns owner Jimmy Haslam, Piers Morgan tells ya why he is pissed at the British media, NFL Star Patrick Mahomes has an annoying girlfriend and much more!!!😁😁😁.
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Five episodes in and the downloads are exploding! 🦾🦾🦾Danny tears into the Cleveland Browns about their coaching hire 😝😝😝The people of Iran are fighting back against their government!!! 😡😡😡 How does ONE woman make an entire family of Royalty fall apart? 🤣🤣🤣 Danny tackles these topics and more!!
ALREADY people are trying to stop this podcast. Did I say something that offended you or are you hiding behind your keyboard afraid of the truth. Everyone is welcome in DANNYLAND……..reaction is guaranteed.
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. I LOVE this country. I HATE our government. It’s too big and it’s filled with filth and corruption. I’m concentrating on the launch of my new solo podcast in 2020 so I can address the nonsense I am subjected to on a daily basis. I’m a very simple person. I pay my taxes. I own my home. I have returned to my hometown in order to die where it started. To be near family. To rediscover what I ran from. I don’t want to be bothered. Bothering me comes with reaction. That’s where I think we all are similar. That’s why I think we are more like Donald Trump than some may want to admit.
I’m very protective of what I own and love. I am thankful every morning for what I have and those that love me. You try and take what I have or hurt the ones I love my response will be swift and deadly. That’s not a threat. That is called “cause and effect.” If you do “A” then “B” will happen. If you do not wish for “B” to happen then you probably should not do “A.” Hopefully everyone is still on board and not looking around like a St. Bernard watching a card trick. I am assuming that sensible people will be on board with this behavior and way of thinking.
Let’s apply this way of thinking to the current situation in the Middle East. Iranian backed militia attack our embassy in Iraq. The embassy contains “family.” Family is being attacked. Trump is Dad of the big American family. Trump is pissed. He should be. On New Years Eve Trump looked into a camera at Mar-A-Lago in West Palm Beach. It was 4:19PM my friends….I know…I felt a chill…I saw the look in his eyes. He said “Iran…..I’m coming for you.” Seventy-Two hours later Qasseem Soleimani, top Iranian General, looks like some chipped beef that was left in the oven too long. The message is clear to the rest of the world: Do NOT fuck with my family!!! How can you claim to have unconditional love for your family if you wouldn’t react in a similar way?
I think we have a reason for serious concern. All the cards and prognostications are lining up. Like life there is no guarantee. I just know that THIS time……we will not turn around and run away!!!!. Thanks for reading!
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I’m a pretty lucky guy. I’m fifty-six years old and my mother is still alive and well. I found out today we will be together for Christmas and that’s the greatest gift I could ever ask for. Mom lives in West Palm Beach and is in the process of moving back here to Cleveland. A lot of people do that when they have the gift of time. They finally figure out what truly matters in life…..and that’s family.
I was like most kids. Christmas is a day of gifts. Christmas is fun. Christmas is a bunch of free stuff that I will probably break in the next two weeks. As an adult I wasn’t much better. Christmas was stressful. Lists to fill. Gifts to buy. People to impress. I threw money at these problems. They were solved. I still felt empty and alone.
Let’s fast forward to today as the reality of life has begun to set in. Christmas is a celebration of life, opportunity and salvation. Of course my mother drives me crazy and raises my blood pressure. That’s what mothers do. They know how to hit your hot spots because THEY installed them. We both made it another year. There will be a Christmas one year when we won’t be able to say that. It is my greatest fear my friends. As I said at the beginning….I’m a pretty lucky guy. I don’t need a gift. I don’t need a fancy meal. I’m gonna have a Merry Christmas. I hope you do as well.
I’m an odd duck. I left the world of radio eight years ago and in that time I have become my own boss. I have relocated to my hometown of Cleveland and live in my basement. I have a wonderful bedroom upstairs that is for my mom when she visits. I have not been in my loft. I have three TV’s downstairs, a desk, a podcast studio, three computers and a notepad. I ride a Harley. I don’t have a vehicle. I support Uber and rarely go out. In the past I have been accused of being difficult and I chose today’s blog as an opportunity to examine and address that accusation.
First of all I think people quickly assume someone is difficult when they are a free thinker. I will always tell you how I feel. There ARE bad ideas in brainstorming. I never criticize unless I have a solution. Too many people in the position of authority are insecure in their own leadership abilities, or lack thereof, that they only want you to bow down and kiss the ring. To work for this type of person is to forfeit your own integrity. I want to work for one that will guide me and not order me. The best managers hire people and let them grow. They let you fail because you cannot enjoy success without tasting defeat.
Critics of me, and there are many, want to silence me. I could have played the corporate game and amassed a tremendous amount of money. My integrity is not for sale. You can take all my material possessions but you cannot take my mind. I am 54 years old and I make sure I learn something new each day. I have learned that the circle of true friends that accept you for what are is surprisingly small.
A job does not love you or define who you are. It’s just the way of paying the cable bill and mine is $140 a month. Family is everything and I am lucky to be home and rediscovering mine. It’s never to late to change. Question everything that is told to you. Be accountable for what you say and what you do. Do not fear making mistakes. If that makes me difficult then I proudly wear that crown.
I don’t know where to begin. It’s been a hell of a trip. I have knocked on and have witnessed the devil’s door. I am finally home in Cleveland after a long journey in radio that has taught me the lessons of life and what truly matters. I was consumed with radio. I gave it everything I had. I learned that radio is probably like any other job. It does not define you. It does not love you back. It will not be there when you are poor in health. It is not your friend.
I am blessed that I have been given the ability to look inside myself and determine my weaknesses (there are many) and attempt to eradicate them from my being. I owe that to those that have stood by me. I owe that to God. I’m not banging the bible but there is something more than this—-if you know of my coma of six days in September of 2015 then you know I was able to see the next level. I don’t know if it was heaven. I do know that there is more than this.
Moving from Florida was not easy after eighteen years. I developed habits. Most were not good but I got comfortable until I realized I needed to come home or die. My mind has always been one of the gifts from God and it has been reborn. Years of psychiatric care had me buried in a cloud of xanax. A month ago I decided to stop taking this prescribed medication and I went through two weeks of hell. What I have received in return was worth the pain, the sleepless nights, the fear, the sweating, the vomiting and the paranoia.
I have become kind of a recluse. I think that’s natural as we grow older as our true friends eventually stand out. I think that trust is something that is earned and not handed out. I look back on my life and am aware that I was lost for quite some time but all I can fix is tomorrow. So many people struggle each day, they take it hour by hour, they were high and now they are low, nothing is a assured, we have to have faith.
Thank you for reading this. I hope I made some sort of connection with you by sharing my experiences in the past year. Bottom line is we may disagree on many things but we still are all together in this crazy journey of life. I’ll hold the door open for you. Please do the same for others.