Call out: SOUTH CENTRAL HOON

[AlisoBob]

Look Jeff, I know Fachar is your butt buddy, and riding partner.... but I cant figure out why?

This fucking creep has about $20k to go in making things right with YOUR Hoon brothers, yet you hang out with the guy.

You should be SHUNNING the cock sucker, like we all have.

He's a liar, thief, rip off artist, and worse yet.... this is how he treats his friends.

You tried to hook him up with Glen, I gave Glen the heads up.

Do us all a big favor, and if you want to contuine to befriend this piece of garbage, leave us all out.

Understood??

[dannygraves]

.....not fucking cool, SCH.....

[south central hoon]

Glen does awesome work, that is no secret.

[south central hoon]

As far as i saw glen runs a cash and carry business. not sure what the threat is there?

I'm not involved in all the dramatics surrounding Fachar. I have no idea what is owed to who and for how long. last you posted it was 38k, now its 20k??? haven't seen any postings about the 18 grand that has been repaid.

And actually Bob, how many PMs did i send YOU asking about upcoming rides, camping trips, etc? NO REPLY. just questions about Mike.

I joined this site looking for riding partners because I RIDE. I care fuck all about the web-riding soap opera here.
understood?

[britincali]

In soap operas everything is fake, the money owed here is real.



The company you keep displays alot about someone.

[AlisoBob]

The company you keep displays alot about someone.

Brit catches all kinds of shit on this board.... 99.99% is just goofin' around...

But I'll tell you what.... I'd trust him with just about anything.

Fachar is a scumbag, and well..... read into Brits quote whatever you want to.

WE ride all the time. Without Fachar, and anyone who chooses to overlook what a piece of shit he is as a human being, mearly to gain a riding partner.

Like Glen wants to get involved in Mike's stolen $$, drug $$, of where ever the fuck he got it from $$

What ever money Mike has should go to repay EVERYONE he's ripped off. NOT to rebuild his bike.

Have fun Jeff, knowing that everytime you ride with Mike, its time and money he owes someone else.

Hey, your all "Arty-Farty"....... You should be familar with this.....

Hangman
by Maurice Ogden

Into our town the Hangman came,
Smelling of gold and blood and flame.
And he paced our bricks with a diffident air,
And built his frame in the courthouse square.

The scaffold stood by the courthouse side,
Only as wide as the door was wide;
A frame as tall, or little more,
Than the capping sill of the courthouse door.

And we wondered, whenever we had the time,
Who the criminal, what the crime
That the Hangman judged with the yellow twist
of knotted hemp in his busy fist.

And innocent though we were, with dread,
We passed those eyes of buckshot lead --
Till one cried: "Hangman, who is he
For whom you raised the gallows-tree?"

Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
And he gave us a riddle instead of reply:
"He who serves me best," said he,
"Shall earn the rope of the gallows-tree."

And he stepped down, and laid his hand
On a man who came from another land.
And we breathed again, for another's grief
At the Hangman's hand was our relief

And the gallows-frame on the courthouse lawn
By tomorrow's sun would be struck and gone.
So we gave him way, and no one spoke,
Out of respect for his Hangman's cloak.


The next day's sun looked mildly down
On roof and street in our quiet town,
And stark and black in the morning air
Was the gallows-tree in the courthouse square.

And the Hangman stood at his usual stand
With the yellow hemp in his busy hand;
With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike
And his air so knowing and business-like.

And we cried, "Hangman, have you not done
Yesterday, with the foreign one?"
Then we fell silent, and stood amazed,
"Oh, not for him was the gallows raised."

He laughed a laugh as he looked at us:
"Did you think I'd gone to all this fuss
To hang one man? That's a thing I do
To stretch a rope when the rope is new."

Then one cried "Murder!" and one cried "Shame!"
And into our midst the Hangman came
To that man's place. "Do you hold," said he,
"with him that was meant for the gallows-tree?"

And he laid his hand on that one's arm.
And we shrank back in quick alarm!
And we gave him way, and no one spoke
Out of fear of his Hangman's cloak.

That night we saw with dread surprise
The Hangman's scaffold had grown in size.
Fed by the blood beneath the chute,
The gallows-tree had taken root;

Now as wide, or a little more,
Than the steps that led to the courthouse door,
As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall,
Halfway up on the courthouse wall.


The third he took -- we had all heard tell --
Was a usurer, and an infidel.
"What," said the Hangman "have you to do
With the gallows-bound, and he a Jew?"

And we cried out, "Is this one he
Who has served you well and faithfully?"
The Hangman smiled: "It's a clever scheme
to try the strength of the gallows-beam."

The fourth man's dark, accusing song
Had scratched our comfort hard and long;
"And what concern," he gave us back.
"Have you for the doomed -- the doomed and Black?"

The fifth. The sixth. And we cried again,
"Hangman, Hangman, is this the man?"
"It's a trick," he said. "that we hangmen know
For easing the trap when the trap springs slow."

And so we ceased, and asked no more,
As the Hangman tallied his bloody score.
And sun by sun, and night by night,
The gallows grew to monstrous height.

The wings of the scaffold opened wide
Till they covered the square from side to side;
And the monster cross-beam, looking down,
Cast its shadow across the town.


Then through the town the Hangman came,
Through the empty streets, and called my name --
And I looked at the gallows soaring tall,
And thought, "There is no one left at all

For hanging, and so he calls to me
To help pull down the gallows-tree."
So I went out with right good hope
To the Hangman's tree and the Hangman's rope.

He smiled at me as I came down
To the courthouse square through the silent town.
And supple and stretched in his busy hand
Was the yellow twist of the hempen strand.

And he whistled his tune as he tried the trap,
And it sprang down with a ready snap --
And then with a smile of awful command
He laid his hand upon my hand.

"You tricked me. Hangman!," I shouted then,
"That your scaffold was built for other men...
And I no henchman of yours," I cried,
"You lied to me, Hangman. Foully lied!"

Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
"Lied to you? Tricked you?" he said. "Not I.
For I answered straight and I told you true --
The scaffold was raised for none but you.

For who has served me more faithfully
Then you with your coward's hope?" said he,
"And where are the others who might have stood
Side by your side in the common good?"

"Dead," I whispered. And amiably
"Murdered," the Hangman corrected me:
"First the foreigner, then the Jew...
I did no more than you let me do."

Beneath the beam that blocked the sky
None had stood so alone as I.
The Hangman noosed me, and no voice there
Cried "Stop!" for me in the empty square.

[south central hoon]

bob, I asked you about rides well before all the teemtrubble shit blew up. i got one really nice pm about last year's hoonfest.....crickets since then.

[britincali]

So the only person you can find to go ride with is a compulsive liar con artist?


Thats a copout excuse if Ive ever heard one.

[south central hoon]

look at my old ride threads. I posted several times, nobody shows. I even asked you brit....must've been desperate.

http://www.bannedcr500riders.com/board/ ... php?t=5345
http://www.bannedcr500riders.com/board/ ... php?t=4452

[britincali]

Ive posted shitloads of rides and no takers that dont mean I go calling up a child molester instead.

Its up to you who you fraternize with but after knowing what that piece of shit had done and is still doing IMO makes you no better.

[Mad Dog]