Danny Czekalinski

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Many fear those on the outside but I am afraid of those here on the inside.  Let me explain.  I am a Libertarian.  I am not a fan of government at all.  I pay my taxes.  I legally own and open carry my firearms.  I am responsible for my own personal safety and protection.  I wish to be left alone.

In 2016 I voted for Donald Trump and in 2020 I will vote for him again.  I truly believe that the future of this great nation and the roots of the U.S. Constitution are at stake.  Unemployment is at a record low.  People have better paying jobs and it has become an employee’s market again.  Everyone’s 401-K has exploded.  The left will tell you that world leaders are laughing at us but I believe they now fear us and they SHOULD.  I don’t want my leader to make friends.  I want him/her to let the other nations know that the free ride and handouts are over.  We’re running a country here.  Your not an audience member at the Oprah show.

Don’t like Trump?  I get it.  What I don’t understand is how the Democrats can’t find a viable candidate in four years to rally behind.  They insist on regaining “control” of the White House by looking to impeach Trump.  Let’s be honest.  This will never get past the Senate.  I refer to this process as “pissing up a drape.”  I’ll pause a moment for you to enjoy the visual.  Now you know why I will pass on the opportunity to shake Nancy Pelosi’s hand.

So while your thinking of dropping three grand on a Peleton bike that will be under a mountain of clothes before St. Patrick’s Day just know there’s a war going on out there and stay away from sticky drapes!

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I was telling my shrink the other day how the person I hate in life is the person I was ten years ago.  If you believe that way of thinking then you can speculate that I am really dealing with learning how to stop hating myself.  I also find it interesting to note that I have become the person I used to laugh at and make fun of.

I’m fifty-five years old.  I’m figuring out what truly matters in life.  I used to think it was $180 jeans and $80 t-shirts.  Now I get excited when I can find Greek yogurt on sale for eighty-eight cents.  Make fun of me but if I buy ten of them I’ll pocket a buck twenty and you can put that towards your White Claw your spending five bucks on at some shitty bar with a bunch of plastic people that think they’ll make money some day by being an Instagram model.  I cut my own hair.  I like sweat pants and t-shirts.  I don’t really shave but I do run some clippers over my face every few days.  I don’t like silence and have developed a sort of verbal tic where I grunt for seemingly no apparent reason.  Trust me.  People notice.  Based on their reaction I will assume it is of great concern to them.  I enjoy it because it creates distance.  I’m not a big fan of people being in my personal space.  If you made it this far in my post you either find it fascinating or perhaps you may be considering a restraining order.  Both are logical.

So laugh all ya want.  Just know that one day you’ll understand.  I just hope you can figure out your journey and purpose faster then me.

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Are you missing it like most of the nation?  I watched several TV feeds this morning and everyone is talking about the Kentucky Derby and having Maximum Security  disqualified because of running into another horse.  Has anyone asked the obvious question?  Is this not fucking animal abuse to begin with?  I always say……run these wonderful animals up to the gate…..minus the jockeys…..ring the bell….have sex in the infield….have a mint julep….wear the hat….whatever…..ELIMINATE the jockeys and ya know what the horses will do when that gate is lifted?  Look for an apple!!!  Look for a telephone pole to piss on.  Look for a carrot….because that’s what horses do dammit.

Meanwhile we have an entourage of ships heading towards Iran, a military crisis in Venezuela that just has disappeared, Gaza Strip is missile war zone, and North Korea is back at it’s silly shit.  These are the stories we need to be concerned with but watch tonight how the mainstream media fawns over the Royal Baby.  I’ll be back in my bunker…..

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I am so tired of explaining this but it’s back in the news after Israel failed in landing an UNMANNED spacecraft on the moon this week.  I get ridiculed all the time I bring this up but I will NEVER trust our government.  We are told what we NEED to hear and are conditioned NOT to question what they tell us.  When is the last time that government got involved and it was good?  Part of my mantra is “trust is earned; not handed out.”  What has our government done to insure your trust?  Let me save you the effort…..NOTHING!  It’s a cesspool of corruption and self entitlements.  Look at everything the government has it’s hands on:  IRS, Social Security, Medicare, etc.  Fail…Fail….Fail.

Let’s look at facts:  Space Shuttle 135 missions to ORBIT the earth.  Shuttles Challenger and Columbia were destroyed during their mission and we lost fourteen astronauts.  The Apollo missions resulted in (sic) six moon landings between 1969-1972.  Now we wanna go back?  The moon race in the 60’s was a race between America and Russia.  We were in a cold war and needed a jolt of nationalism.  Why not go to the moon?  Have you ever been to a space museum and seen the capsule our astronauts returned to orbit in?  I’d feel safer in an AMC Pacer crashing into a pole.  Let’s look at this story in more detail.  This shitty capsule traveled 238,900 miles from the moon and then just drops in the ocean within miles of the awaiting Navy ship?  Is this a ten year old explaining who ate the last piece of cake to his mother?  It doesn’t sink.  It doesn’t burn up.  Astronauts are not impaled upon a remote control stick from an Atari that acted as their compass into the aforementioned ocean?  What the hell is going on here?  This makes absolutely no sense but I, the one that is calling bullshit, am looked upon as a nutball.  I just wanna understand why we need to go back if we have been there before.  Perhaps we never were there?  That makes a lot more sense than what our government has been telling us since 1969.  If you need me…..I’ll be in my bunker.  Thanks for reading.

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THE FRECKLEI give nicknames to everyone.  The greatest I have ever bestowed was “The Freckle.”  That was reserved for a freckled female that was my General Manager for my final years in radio in West Palm Beach.  I walked away back in 2011 and “The Freckle” was a big reason why I did so and have not come back since.

She was an interesting character.  First time as a General Manager and always sticking her nose into things she had no knowledge of and if her friends from church would say anything about the station during Sunday services it would be on the agenda Monday morning.  We were on a collision course.  Me and “The Freckle.”

I don’t play games.  I work hard and made the mistake of letting a job define me.  Some have called me “difficult” but that is a mask for someone that doesn’t appreciate anyone that is lazy.  I have no room in my life for lazy people.  If that makes me difficult then I will proudly wear that crown.  “The Freckle” did not like to be questioned.  You had to kiss her ring or you weren’t part of the tribe.  We were on a collision course.  Me and “The Freckle.”

I don’t like bullshit.  When it became clear to me that the Sheriff was corrupt and the TV/gossip columnist was an ass I took them on.  I have a big mouth and I really don’t care what people think.  That’s not how it was done in West Palm Beach.  The more you shoot your mouth off the more you become a target and I found that out the hard way.  The vermin came out of their holes and came after me.  One day I was falsely accused of something and of course all charges were dropped.  That didn’t matter to “The Freckle.”  Even though I was innocent and was basically a target of retribution by the Sheriff, she never stood by me.  I was off the air and banned from the station and all events.  When the truth was told, all charges dropped, I could see “The Freckle” steaming.  She had no choice to put me back on the air and why not?  I had solid number one ratings in all key demos.  The irony was that I was making “The Freckle” look good.  We were on a collision course.  Me and “The Freckle.”

Back in 2010 I told “The Freckle” the days of music are dead.  We need to do podcasts after the show.  It’s the biggest threat to commercial radio.  We need to drop all music in the morning and work harder on compelling content.  What did “The Freckle” do?  Ignored me and demand I play more music.  This arranged marriage was nearing the end.  “The Freckle” started to eliminate those that questioned her and wouldn’t kiss the ring.  The mental games had taken their toll on me.  My health was suffering and I had lost my edge and my confidence.  Long story short, I walked away from that toxic situation in early 2011.

Funny thing about history.  It will make you look like a prophet or a fool.  Today that morning show that replaced me is doing well.  They have a podcast after every show and they don’t play music.  I look at those days with “The Freckle” and I wondered why I waited so long to walk away.  I have so much more to share with you about “The Freckle”, but those stories will have to wait for my book.

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gay menI am not an attractive man.  I have a great mind and sense of humor but that’s where it all ends.  I will never be on the cover of Men’s Health.  Having said that I have been very lucky with dating many attractive and intelligent women…..I have also made some terrible decisions….but I put myself in those situations.

Let me share with you the magical evening I was hit on by another man.  I was at my typical dive bar near my house filled with drug dealers and hookers.  They used to have illegal slot machines in there that paid off in cash.  I got to know the regulars.  I became a regular….again not my best moment.  I got to know this black guy that would work at Red Lobster and then ride his bike to the bar and have a few drinks.  He was openly gay but if ya know me….ya know I only care about good and bad.

One night I sat down at the bar next to my gay black friend.  Conversation seemed normal but then he said something that I was not prepared for.  First of all ya gotta understand my physical make up.  I am 6’3 290 pounds and I usually wear a Harley bandana, sunglasses and a vest without sleeves.  It’s not, by any means, a pretty sight.  My young, black, gay friend stares at the top of the bar and remarks “You have great hands.”  I was stunned.  I thought I was hearing things.  My mind was able to tell my soul that he wanted to stick his fine ebony tool in something of my person.  My brain just short wired.  I looked at him, still caught of guard and only was able to mutter, “Thanks!”

Thanks?????   What the hell was that?  I’m a smart guy that always is on alert to anything and anyone and I just had a man hit on me for the first time in my life and all I could say was “Thanks?”  You say that to someone who holds the door open at the 7-11 on a Saturday morning while customers are lined up to buy lotto tickets and vapes.

I then excused myself and went to the jukebox.  I played Ga Ga’s “Born This Way” and we danced to last call drinking Pina Colodas and planning a weekend trip to a Ricky Martin concert.  Eighty percent of this story is true.  If you knew me in West Palm then it should be easy to figure out.  Thanks for reading my friends.

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I have been on record for saying “Trust No One.”  I have been burned too many times.  Trust is not something that should be handed out like a flyer when you exit the flea market.  Trust is earned and cannot be for sale.  I have learned that people will use you for their own satisfaction.  That will never happen to me again.  I won’t allow it.

I don’t need a stranger knocking on my door with a bowl of potato salad.  I don’t want to go to the neighborhood block party.  I want to be left alone so I decided to purchase an eye patch.

For fifteen bucks I think I have found the secret to being ignored.  No one wants to approach the guy with the eye patch.  There is an immediate sense of danger and apprehension attached to anyone that wears the aforementioned patch.  What happened?  Is he a pirate?  Does he own a parrot?  Is that leg made of wood?  The questions are endless.

Anything that insures privacy is a good thing.  I find an eye patch to be much more effective than a “Beware of the Dog” sign.  It’s two bucks at K-Mart and doesn’t release my fear factor.  So if you see me around town, I’ll be wearing my patch and more than likely sitting in the corner of the room with my eye (notice how it’s not plural?) locked on the entrance.  Knowledge is power.

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I quit taking prescribed xanax about thirty days ago.  My mind is focused and on fire.  I am blessed to see all that is wrong with this world and the future is bleak.  We are no longer a kind society.  Self entitlement and the “me first” attitude has taken root.  It is not too late to stop this serpent from continuing its devilish duty.  Censorship is all around us.  This site has been attacked by those that try to stifle my first amendment rights and do not want anyone to face the truth.  Our Constitution is under attack on a daily basis.  The left wants to increase Supreme Court Judges by tenfold and us to lower the voting age without bothering to address the ramifications by ignoring the Constitution.  This is a blatant attack on our forefathers.  So many people have adopted the “not my problem” attitude.  I disagree.  This is a moment of our battle cry.  This is a moment of stopping the evil.  This is a moment we cannot ignore.

My entire life I have been told to look the other way and to keep my mouth shut.  That time is over.  I will not sit by silently and let those with evil intentions to steamroll those that believe in respect and integrity and the American way.  Remember 911?  It was the last time this country was united.  We have become complacent once again.  We are a hanging fruit ready to be harvested.  More government is not the solution.  It is the source of the problem.  I believe in family and have strong faith in God.  I am not in this world to say what people want to hear.  I am blessed to be on this earth to stand up against sin and those that wish to spread evil.

It takes a small amount of effort to be kind.  Kindness does not recognize color or creed.  Be kind to your neighbor or stranger and witness how they are caught off guard by your generosity.  It’s further proof that what I say is true.  Together, with knowledge and prayer, we can make a difference.  I just hope it’s not too late.

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I used to have a big mouth.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m still an opinionated son of a bitch but I have learned to be off the grid and to know my rights.  Years ago I was in a civil lawsuit.  My attorney suggested I offer twenty thousand dollars to make the accusations go away.  I was incredulous.  I didn’t do anything wrong and wanted to clear my name.  Long story short I did not settle and spent sixty thousand dollars to fight charges that were untrue.  Being in the public eye I knew I was living my life in a fishbowl but I didn’t realize how easily I could become a target.  We are living in a society of guilty until proven innocent.

Let me share with you what I have learned at a great expense; both financially and mentally.  NEVER give up your social security number.  I am amused at how many doctor’s offices request this information when this is the portal to losing your identity.  Don’t share your medical records with anyone other than medical professionals.  I had a situation where my car insurance company was insisting I release my medical information after an accident.  I informed them of the HIPPA law, a federal law that was introduced in 1996 and circumvents any state law, and that they had no right to see my medical records.  They wanted my psychiatric and cardiac records.  Knowledge is power.  I assume ninety-nine percent of those that are requested to release their medical records do so without an afterthought.  Nothing is to be gained by this.

Lastly, record all incoming phone calls that you don’t recognize.  There are many free apps out there for Galaxy and iPhones that will do this for you easily.  More often than not YOU are being recorded when you call various companies so why shouldn’t you take a few minutes to protect yourself?

Bottom line is this:  Protect yourself and your family by knowing your rights.  Any question you may have is just a google search away.  Thanks for reading and now I will go back to my bunker.