I'm so proud to see bikers in a different light? People who judge don't matter! It's the people who don't judge that matter!!! Go bikers and God bless each and everyone of you🙏♥️
You know, For a while I felt like I lived in some dystopian nightmare Where, sort of, everything, and everyone, I cared about Was reappropriated by some kind of wimp Stalinist, super-bougie, fake populist, two dates to the prom, snake oil salesman, prosumer, alternate reality. And it was using my life, and my people, and my love to convince the world about how real it was. Give it comfort that it’s having an authentic experience. But it’s not “for real. It knows it’s not for real. That’s why it has time to tinker with it. Like gremlins, they wish it actually was what they believe is some desirable or attainable representation of reality, so they just assemble it to appear to be. Like perverted workshop elves. I probably do the same thing, but I’m not jazzed about it. But, what I’m saying is, it’s not about material-material stuff, proving that car is real, or my hand is real. It’s taking abstract things, emotions, experiences, and throwing down some smoke bombs and a strobe light, and telling me they’re real or made, and owned by somebody, IE this guy, and Dr. Lifestyle-Coach-Party-Dad’s got my two tickets to paradise. You know, you got pick from some “stupid list/endless feeling choice buffet” of what people can relate to, but the options have become more real than whatever’s going on with the person choosing them. And I’m off menu. I can’t do anything about it. Do you know what I mean? These choices are meaningless to me. It’s like, we have all the most yellow breads and cheeses for your soul’s vegetarian diet. And, yeah, I know, it’s not a new idea or anything: commercials, advertisement. Blah blah. Kill your TV. Facebook. Obama. But, do we really need to do this to EACH other now? Like existential entrepreneurial sociopaths? Have we ran out of so many worlds to conquer that now we just take turns brain-colonizing each other? I mean, is there any other way, because I feel really gross about it? You know, just anyway besides re-ordering a bunch of other people’s memories and then sending them back some VIP invitation to their own life? Or just selling some new extra steps for validation by generating buyer’s remorse and then absolving it for dollars, and thenbeing a baby about it while getting paid. Sounds kind of demoralizing, right. Might make it easy to buddy with the darkness if I was that demoralized. Might make it rational. Pragmatic. Responsible. Gremlins, they hate when your kisses blow one at a time. You know, because they’ve “accepted” that you got to be like that. Think like that. Like it’s some kind of mature adult compromise, but I don’t know, that kind of vaudeville parlor trick is like they read the Wikipedia for The Prince and just grew their bangs out. Made the world their dad, and make a diamond waiting on their allowance. All pouty, punching the clock at the Realness Factory. How come they don’t have that level of cynicism or blow my brains out at the dinner table-contrarian table talk for their own Keebler life-vomit. Because they hate when kisses blow one at a time because it doesn’t say anything about a systemized world. It just says something about their life. About your life. Who gets to decide the way the world works? Some idea? Or one at a time? Or some idea made by a few jerk-off’s one at a time? These guys, they want to get paid to slip in their idea every time you could do your one at a time. Imply you’re one at a time is meaningless because it’s one at a time, and then ask for a dollar, so you can feel good about the choice they took away from you because that’s just the way the world works because they’re your witness. Yeah, you’re going to need a sweet release if you really believe that you’re just supposed to eat it. For breakfast. Everyday. That you can only choose between total anonymity and total witness. Or, I don’t know, you could just love somebody. Or know somebody. Directly. And push out all the little jaded teenage-grown up gremlins trying to cram their paycheck into all the social space that’s yet to be monetized into a theme park. You know, and they can give me People Points every time they get another bit of my space, so I can get my mohawk pierced or whatever. Botox my dog. But I’m not into the trade-off, it’s not a reward for me, and I worry I have to do it to be able to work. Not in a “I don’t want to be an adult, I wish I could just escape it all and be a baby again” kind of way, but in a “am I going to have to act like this to another person to be able to survive” kind of way. Because if I do, I’m just doing time on another planet. A teenage planet. And that planet’s got to decide to grow up again, or it’s just going to end up hiring some really crazy Skynet meets Mussolini father figure with no body hair. Like: “I can wear whatever I want but I got tazed and lobotomized for walking too fast at the people store. And now I have to fire the t shirt cannon at the book burning inside my 1000 year mind-prison or the banks going to take my baby’s avatar.” And yeah, I would be a gloomy, everything’s kind of B.S. , so whatever I’m just making it, elitist underdog, grown-up teenager too if I believed any of that stuff. But I don’t. I don’t believe any of that stuff. I’m not convicted about it you know. I don’t see why that’s any more rational than saying I want to be a human. A variable. A human variable. On a teenage planet. Really, I just don’t want to be some nostalgia raffling stooge for the googlable authoritarian capitalist nightmare future that might not happen, but, you know, maybe I am Maybe we all are. I don’t know, am I trying to sell you something right now? I don’t even know anymore, but I’m going to keep trying to figure it out.
When a child feels like they don't have a voice, or they feel like their lives don't matter because of what's been done to them, these guys help those kids realize, that yes, they DO have a voice, and their lives DO matter. No child should have to go through the pain and torture that abuse brings with it, and I'm glad that B.A.C.A. gives those kids the confidence to put their perpetrators away for a long LONG time.
B. A. C. A. Is a organization full of badass people with hearts as big as all outdoors Big ol softies when it comes to the kids and mean ass tiger’s when it comes to the abusers. Much love and respect. Keep up the great work.
One day I would love to join them. When the day come I'll be proud as hell. since where I was born and raised didn't have proper justice system against child abuse and I want to do something about it.
Watching your videos make me cry and I am 6 ft 3 270 pounds long hair and covered with tats thank you for all you for what you do to help those children may god bless all of you and keep you safe out on those roads when you are helping all those children this is my prayer for all of you all over this world
That's the sad point though. When I was a kid I once asked my mother why they call some people "heroes". They just behave as we all aught to behave. As I grew up, I came to realize that most people never behave as we aught to behave. That's why, sadly, they are the heroes and most people are just people.
