That all they got in the way of entertainment down there? What about the Alps on South Island, aren't there some decent routes and multipitch climbs in those mountains?

Good grief, if I lived down there, the LAST thing I would do is relocate to the Socialist Republik of KaliMexiFornia... I'd find a girl down there instead. This place is going downhill fast, dude, and THAT ain't no lie. You might be able to find work up in Bishop, I don't know, I haven't been there in awhile so I don't know how hard it got hit by this bad economy.

As for mates, I hail from a hard-partying generation, and several of my friends have already died... I'm beginning to feel like the last survivor aboard a life raft at sea. My friend Tommy is still here: his family ran the first and oldest surf shop here in town for 35 years. Got a couple other friends still around, but we just lost another contemporary, big ol' Viking dude named Kobala who recently died a weird death.

A word of warning to ya, as one outdoorsman to another: if you actually relocate to CA, avoid all badge-sportin' greaseballs like the plague that they are, they will not hesitate to falsify reports and lie under oath, as I found in my long ordeal at the hands of the scrub unlocal Darwin Failure D.A., that slimy criminal maggot. I shot down half a dozen false charges while defending myself, go figure, before I plead out just to get out of jail... 50 years on the planet with no criminal record, and now I'm a "felon" for a crime I never committed. No worries, when this scene folds I'll take my hard-earned cut and retrench elsewhere, where there aren't so many lying greaseball cops or crooked robed sodomite judges. Same scumbag cops and corrupt D.A. behind the cover-up of the murder of Rebecca Zahau, the dirty swine. The whole railroading number stemmed from my efforts to expose those dirtbags... meh, I told a million people nationwide about their corruption, maybe somebody else will take up the torch and expose the swine. I'm done with 'em... I already lost six months of my life when I was falsely charged the last time around, my bail jacked to half a million dollars by some robed scumbucket. I might add that I'm related by blood to the Boone Family (as in Daniel Boone), and I hail from a military family with about two centuries of combined service to this country (Submarine Commanders, USN, plus various Army personnel, including Combat Engineers and Army nurses---I personally served in the Infantry, 11-Bravo, USA), so lying greaseball cops and a corrupt Epic Darwin Failure D.A. don't rate too highly round here, aye??? If I were in your shoes, I'd stay right there in New Zealand, LOL. Just a word of warning from an old school local born right here in CA.

Lockers? Maybe at the nearest airport, bus station, or railroad depot. That whole nine-year ordeal of mine began when some punks started vandalizing our property... turned out those fags did the towing for the greaseball cops, which led to the ordeal. No worries, my boyz from the shop helped spread the word about those punks, and they ain't looking so prosperous, LOL. Dipshits are so far underwater after riling this old school local, they could probably teach Jacques Cousteau a thing or two, if Cousteau were still alive. I personally don't care about the fake felony rap, I'll make it as a writer yet... already have the book written, just haven't gotten it into the right hands yet. There's always my CDL-A too, so that scrub Darwin Failure D.A. can take those fake charges and blow 'em out her nasty bunghole, the strap-on scumbucket. Meh, piss on the wanker and her little lying goombah fagtard cops, the criminal scum o' the earth. My friends know the real story, and that's all that really matters. Hey, I'm gonna sign off and go read my book, I finished FAR COUNTRY and now I'm reading BETWEEN PLANETS, by Robert Heinlein. I don't always read this much, but it has been that kind of day here at the ol' hacienda... weather outside is mediocre, I aborted a planned sailing voyage and simply decided to take it easy, spending quality time with my three cats. No doubt they've usurped my place on the rack in my room, LOL. Talk to ya later, dude... if you were relocating to Dago, you could stash gear here, but Bishop is hundreds of miles away. I'm outta here, color me gone, ADIOS!!!

Last time around, I forced a mistrial after proving their "star witness" to be the lying sack of shit that he is, and the corrupt p.o.s. robed sodomite judge told me I would be charged again, saddled with a Public Defender and no longer able to defend myself, go figure. Also, he said the jury would NOT hear the whole story behind my ordeal... but if I pled out that day, I'd walk out of jail that evening. I have an elderly relative with serious medical conditions here at the house, and she had already been placed at increased risk for six long months while I was falsely imprisoned: it was the right thing to do, getting out to insure her safety. I reckoned I could carry on the fight once released, and I have... done more damage to those lying greaseball cops and scrub queer D.A. than they EVER did to me, the criminal scum. That whole "prison realignment" bullshit is just a scam, these greaseballs work the corrupt system so they can warehouse the "inmates" and collect funding money for "housing" them, aye? No worries, I shotgunned detailed letters about the whole ordeal, the criminal scumbag cops, the idiot queer D.A., the prison realignment scam, etc., to major media nationwide, then sent electronic copies of those same letters to those fucktards in the so-called "Justice Department"---all recipients listed so those wanks under scumbag Holder could see exactly who was hearing about my whole ordeal. Kind of like an insurance policy, or a deterrent against further harassment. It worked too, I scraped that stinking scrub queer D.A. out of my life like dogshit off my fucking boot, and good riddance. The greaseball cops still jump at every opportunity to try and charge me, but I got their number now and simply avoid the scum whenever possible. In a perfect world, every faggot with a badge would be shot on sight, the robed sodomite judges and scrub queer D.A. hung with fucking piano wire... and again, good riddance. No worries, I'll spend the rest of my natural life shitting all over the greaseballs, and laughing at 'em in public forums whenever it suits me. Ya know, you can Google "Rebecca Zahau" and learn more about these badge-sportin' criminal scum o' the earth... she's the gal they said "hung herself" down by the beach right here in my home town, the story made the international news and the civil case is still ongoing. Naturally, I sent detailed letters to the attorneys who are representing the Zahau family, warning them of corruption and outright criminal activity on the part of these uniformed scumbags and the trash who routinely protect them. Meh, it'll all be the same in a hundred years... I only logged back on momentarily to say that this novel BETWEEN PLANETS by Robert Heinlein is the FUNNIEST science fiction story I have EVER read, I never knew Heinlein had such a comical streak in his nature.

Good luck with all of that... I still think you're nuts for wanting to relocate to this fag-and-ethnic-infested shithole, I'll be glad to cross the state line for the last time as I relocate to an all-white neighborhood farther east. Another benefit of OTR driving: knowing exactly where such neighborhoods still exist.

If I never see another lying faggot-ass greaseball cop, robed sodomite judge or evil heterophobic perv scumbucket D.A. again, it'll be too fucking soon. I won't even tell ya about getting banned three times from Craigslist (three separate computers) for bashing Epic Friggin' Darwin Failures over a lengthy period of time, LOL.

Ironically, prior to my ordeal I never used to give a shit about stupid pack rats: separate reality, nothing to do with my life, etc., etc. Only when my life was nearly ruined by one of those scum did I learn to really despise them. They whine about "civil rights" while the biggest strap-on perv scumbucket of all totally RUINS lives with her criminal bullshit.

Meh, same ol' dual standard one always encounters with scrub queers and ethnics... best thing to do is simply remove them from the equation, even if that means pulling stakes and retrenching elsewhere. Over the years, I've seen California steadily go downhill, the quality of life is nowhere near as good as it used to be, and that's a fact. I've already done my research, so I know exactly where I'm going when I do retrench.

Same Old Song And Dance

get yourself cooler, lay yourself low
coincidental murder, with nothing to show
with the judge, constipation will go to his head
and his wife's aggravation, you're soon enough dead

it's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend
it's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend

gotcha with the cocaine they found with your gun
[alt: shady lookin' loser, you played with my gun]
no smoothy face laywer to getcha undone
say love ain't the same on the south side of town
you could look, but you ain't gonna find it around

it's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend
it's the same old story, same old story
same old song and dance

fate comes a-knockin', doors start lockin'
your old time connection, change your direction
ain't gonna change it, can't rearrange it
can't stand the pain when it's all the same to you, my friend

when you're low down and dirty, from walkin' the street
with your old hurdy-gurdy, no one to meet
say love ain't the same, on the south side of town
you could look, but you ain't gonna find it around

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1g_r_j_i_6U[/youtube]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1g_r_j_i_6U

Song doesn't apply in my case, ain't no cokeheads in this ol' beach cottage, chemical trash is verboten on our property. I kicked the last crackerhead & tweaker out of my life a long time ago, like I was STARRIN' in the motherfucking NFL.

As for the lying greaseball cops, I'm not the only law-abiding citizen who has their number: folks nationwide are waking up to the fact that these wannabe-militarized badge-sportin' criminal trash aren't building those ridiculous pig fortresses on the taxpayer's dime solely "to protect and serve."

And the Epic Friggin' Darwin Failures? Simply tools to be used by the corrupt oligarchy, who realize that the best way to grab power is to divide and conquer. Back in the day, the Nazis gassed queers in the camps... best thing to happen since sliced bread, 10-4??? Maybe when the Second American Revolution goes down, it'll be time to reinstate that program, the fudgepackers ain't crawlin' off to die of AIDS fast enough.

Well, time for this old school local to go on a mission to Dago, got an inbound storm bringing rain tonight and tomorrow, and I wanna resupply before that storm hits. High wind & surf advisory too, maybe I'll take "The Fish" out there and ride some triple-overhead storm surf, tiller extension in one hand and cold beer in the other. One reason why I sail to the islands, and sail the Salton Sea: not a single lying faggot-ass greaseball cop or Epic Darwin Failure in sight, aye??? CALL IT PARADISE!!!

Just saw your last post from NZ, I don't know of any homeless shelters in Bishop, if I were in your shoes I'd buy some sort of rig and pull the stealth camping number, or hang out on BLM land and minimize costs. Gotta go, ADIOS!!!

The Song Remains The Same

I had a dream. Crazy dream.
Anything I wanted to know, any place I needed to go

Hear my song. People won't you listen now? Sing along.
You don't know what you're missing now.
Any little song that you know
Everything that's small has to grow.
And it has to grow!

California sunlight, sweet Calcutta rain
Honolulu Starbright - the song remains the same.

Sing out Hare Hare, dance the Hoochie Koo.
City lights are oh so bright, as we go sliding... sliding... sliding through.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcYZlRWWxO0[/youtube]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcYZlRWWxO0

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4B_UYYPb-Gk[/youtube]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4B_UYYPb-Gk

Yarmouth Town

In Yarmouth town there lived a man
He had a little tavern by the strand
And the landlord had a daughter fair
Pretty little thing with golden hair

[Chorus:]
Won't you come down
Won't you come down
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town

One night there came a sailor man
He asked the daughter for her hand
Well I won't marry you she said
I have all I want without being wed

But if with me you'd like to linger
I'll tie some string all around my finger
As you walk by, pull on my string
I'll come down and let you right in

[Chorus 2x]

Well the very next day at closing time
The sailor man goes off to the strand
And as he walks by pulls on that string
And she came down and let him right in

Well he's never such a sight before
A string on her finger was all she wore

[Chorus 2x]

So all you men who to Yarmouth go
If ya see those girls with their hair hung low
All ya gotta do is pull their strings
And they'll come down and let you right in

[Chorus 4x]

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztZr9mdwx60[/youtube]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztZr9mdwx60

Wild stuff from down there. Good to be exposed to some foreign tunes.
I know the feeling. If y'all are off sailing, I suppose we won't hear about a real life Mad Max.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWNWi-ZWL3c[/youtube]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWNWi-ZWL3c

Here's a different California yarn. Not one of my own, but...

Here's a little story about someone that you know,
He was a right famous fella by the name of Russell Crowe
I was workin' at a pub and he was smokin at the bar
and that's a crime as you all know in Cal-if-orn-i-a.

So I sidled up the rail, right to where he stood
Said, sorry Mr. Crowe as nicely as I could
You'll have to put that out now throw it on the floor
And if you don't I'll have to kick you out...show you to the door.

He squared right up to me somewhat in surprise
Then he narrowed up his gaze shot me daggers with his eyes.
"If you think you're man enough, go ahead" he said
I was scared for me live so I docked him in the head.

The closest I've come to ending up dead
Was the night that I punched Russell Crowe,The Gladiator, in the head.

He lifted up his hands, put them to his nose
Blood was running through his fingers dripping on his clothes.
His bodyguards ran up, "get him!" shouted Crowe.
"Run!", cried Chucky, "run! and don't stop until you get to Mexico!"

The closest I've come to ending up dead
Was the night that I punched Russell Crowe,The Gladiator, in the head.

The closest I've come to being dead
Was the night that I punched Russell Crowe,The Gladiator, in the head.

You can't hit me I'm the Cinderella Man.
I'm the Master and Commander, I'm Australian.
You can't hit me, don't you know I'm dangerous.
I am the outlaw Ben Wade...I AM MAXIMUS!

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xtVipOjTEE[/youtube]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xtVipOjTEE

All that bullshit aside, the bottom line remains:

Some American citizens have what it takes to stand against corruption, others don't, the cowardly faggot bitches and fucking rat vermin.

That spray about these badge-sportin' greaseballs and their scrub queer protectors??? I backhanded the cocksuckers hard in their own rigged courtrooms, multiple fucking times, jury tampering & robed sodomite activist judges be damned.

FELT GOOD, TOO, BITCHSLAPPIN' THOSE CRIMINAL FUCKING SCUM O' THE EARTH...

And it only cost a fake felony rap, go figure... has to be the deal of the century, AYE???

As for foreign fucktards, they have no clue anyway about what's going on here, but maybe they can Google "Henry Makow"---the only foreign tard with half a clue, just swap out the whole "Devil-worshipping Illuminati" number with "rich elitist tards and their bootlicking political & bureaucratic lackeys" and it ALL MAKES SENSE, LOL.

Enough said, I'm back to my favorite website, if you're gonna blindly post up videos in this thread, howzabout some Pistols or DK, yeah??? "BELSEN WAS A GAS" or "BELSEN VOSA GASSA" for starters, even though Belsen technically had no gassing stations. DK's "POLICE TRUCK" still stands as a classic, suits these slimy badge-sportin' greaseballs to a T, no doubt.