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EXCLUSIVE EX PAGANS MC MEMBER TELLS ALL **FULL LENGTH INTERVIEW**

We have the exclusive with an Ex Pagan member who wanted to talk about the Pagans, how they operate and where they’ve fallen as a club. 00:00 Here we go03:26 Question about taking cops22:35 Are you giving the cops what they want38:17 Are you airing out the dirty laundry43:22 Hollywood Heats up EX PAGAN MEMBER TALKING ON FORMER CLUB EXCLUSIVE EX PAGANS MC MEMBER TELLS ALL **FULL…

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Francisco Rosado, 51, was allegedly gunned down in the Bronx on Saturday Law enforcement sources said the two assailants fled the scene in a blue Jeep Rosado is said to be the head of the Pagan Motorcycle Club's Bronx chapter His murder prompted fears of a potential gang war should the suspects turn out to be members of a rival motorcycle club  Pagan MC has over 1,300 members operating in chapters along the East Coast Francisco Rosado, head of the Bronx chapter of the Pagan Motorcycle Club, was gunned down in the borough's Allerton neighborhood at around 3.20pm on Saturday, law enforcement sources told the New York Post.  Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Surveillance video of the incident show two men wearing surgical masks and matching dark Hoodies armed with semiautomatic pistols having suppressors attached. Several who viewed the video suggested they did not appear to be Bikers themselves based on their builds and choice of footwear: sneakers. https://www.instagram.com/p/B_xvs8GJKAe/?igshid=1wazjfpfw6tb3

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The Birth of Def Road

It all started sometime around 1985. As a music journalist and chancer, my brother Johnny rarely paid for anything. I grew accustomed over the years to standing by the entrance while he negotiated free passage into whatever gig we were at.

- ‘I’m on the guest list  

- You’re name’s not down

- I rang ahead. I spoke to the manager. I’m doing a write up for Hot Press.

- No one told me’

... and so the drama would unfold, me standing there like a lemon (the +1) thinking ‘can we not just pay the fiver in?’ But inevitably they crumbled and in we went, journalist +1.

The experience would stand him in good stead as he set about liberating the music companies of New York of their choicest cuts. Zip, Buck, Artie and the boys were no match and he returned with a veritable treasure chest of records, none of which he'd paid for. The vast majority belonged to a genre called hip hop, or sometimes rap. Wasn’t that just talking?

By 1985, the Irish Republic had been in existence for nearly 50 years. The Brits, may God’s curses, shit, piss and jizz rain down on them, had long since been kicked out. Ireland was now, finally, in the hands of the Gaels - who immediately palmed it off to the church.

And New York was in my hands. The city, it seemed, consisted mainly of black lads in tracksuits and gold chains. Their ‘music’ involved a DJ stealing the best parts from other people’s records while a rapper bragged in rhyming couplets about, amongst other things, how great he was. The other things could be anything from the size of his cock to how much weed he smoked and on to race, crime, politics, cars, shopping malls, guns, hookers, snot, STDs, cars, watches...the list is long.  

Introspective it wasn’t. Feelings and inadequacies rarely entered the lexicon of that first wave of MCs. They spoke with absolute certainty and iron resolve. Self-doubt was an ailment the rapper didn’t appear to suffer from. It was all fierce confusing.

‘No one understands me’, went the lament of angsty teenagers like me. ‘I’m gonna lock myself in my room and listen to The Smiths. Girls are so pretty – if only I could talk to them. Who am I? What’s it all about?’

‘Yo! Everyone look at me, screamed his black NY counterpart. ‘I got the best clothes, I even got jewellery. Girls? Fuck, man. Dime a dozen. Life is so damn straightforward. I’m the coolest, smartest best looking bastard going’.

At first glance, Tramore, Co Waterford seems quite different to the ghettos of New York. People from our neighbouring estates did not spend their time ‘dissing’ each other. Sweetbriar residents did not wish to ‘take out’ motherfuckers from Moon Laun. And gunshots were almost never heard at the Friday night GAA Discos. This could not stand. The ‘boroughs’ of Waterford would have to be re-classified, starting with my hometown.

What is Tramore? Upwardly mobile Gardaí and Secondary School teachers were by now colonizing it's burgeoning estates. A beautiful beach, amusements for the kiddies, pubs, pissed up jackeens in the summer, and now lots and lots of new homes, from where people set off for the bright lights of Waterford City every day if they were fortunate enough to have jobs in 80s Ireland.

We were a bit wussy – just didn’t have that hard edge that came so naturally to people from the barrios of places like Lisduggan and Ballybeg. We weren’t the Bronx. Long Island was seen as being a bit ‘soft and country ’ by New Yorkers. Culchieville, or at least suburban. But it was also where Public Enemy came from, along with De La Soul, EPMD, and Eric B & Rakim to name a handful. They didn't like the name, so they changed it. Long Island became Strong Island.

Tramore, or Tra Mhor as Gaeilge, meaning 'big beach', would now be Strong Beach. Kinda shit, but still better than Tramore. My home address of Cliff Road was renamed  Def Road – considerably better. The newly-drawn boroughs of  Waterford began to take shape.

It was an era that came to be known as hip hop’s Golden Age. Ireland had once had a golden age of it's own. The Island of Saints and Scholars we had been called, as the Christian Brothers were quick to remind us. Alas that time had long since passed. When darkness prevailed in Medieval Europe, Ireland had been a beacon of light, home to the dopest lyricists and flyest artwork. And as recessionary 80s Ireland trundled on hopelessly, we could at least pat ourselves on the back in the knowledge of our glorious past.

Through the lyrics of the likes of Chuck D and Krs-One I discovered black America was prone to leaning on a similar crutch. The extremist Nation of Islam claimed that the great kingdoms of Africa had thrived when we Europeans, or cave dwellers as they called us, were still running around on all fours. Take that whitey!

Ireland’s time as the foremost creator and preserver of the written word ran from about the sixth to ninth centuries. Missionaries from Christian monastic schools went forth from the motherland into the wild lands of Western Europe; writing, learning and being generally noble as they went. The Roman Empire was falling and the barbarians were ransacking the once civilized and ordered cities of Europe. It was left to a previously unheralded wee island to preserve the written word. Which, miraculously, it did. But no one outside Ireland seemed to care.

It’s a state of affairs that many pan-African movements would empathise with. They often claim history is written by the white man, cynically removing their own people’s contributions from the record books. We break it down a step further. White Anglo-Saxons and Protestants decree what is history – the achievements of the paddy man and the black man just don’t make the cut. And so we glory in our past deeds, with a healthy balance of chips on either shoulder.

The pinnacle of Ireland’s Golden Age would come to be seen as The Book Of Kells, a kind of Three Feet High And Rising of its time. There for all to see in Trinity College - proof of our glorious past. Suck it up, ye bastards!

Hip hop travelled a fair old road to reach its Golden Age, if not quite as far back as the Vikings. But just like the Irish scholars of medieval Ireland, in that second Dark Age of the mid-eighties, hip hop was a beacon of light. As mediocrity thrived all around them, the ghettoes of New York became the ultimate seat of motherfucking learning.

The New York we saw on our 80s TV screens pre-Giuliani and zero tolerance seems barely believable now. Apolcalytic, Mad Max style urban wastelands. Anything went, or so the schoolyards of Tramore CBS would have it. There was never any graffiti on the Tramore-Waterford bus route, aside from the odd ‘Paul is gay’ or ‘Sharon Loves Browner’, but New York?

-‘Sure the whole feckin’ subway is full of it! Can’t even see out de windows.  Me uncle works there and he says there do be gay lads stalling the heads off each other on the street. Full of black lads too but they love the Irish so you’re alright there’.

Mental, like. And it was into this environment that one Clive Campbell, soon to be better known as Kool Herc, rocked up on the streets of the Bronx in the early 70s with his quare Jamaican ways.

Quare Jamaican ways that included sound systems – very, very big sound systems – which he used to rock parties all over the neighbourhood. He occasionally employed a rapper, but more importantly began cutting up records.  He played the funky, instrumental bit of the tune and then played it again, and again and again if the vibe was right. The break. The two turntables were now an instrument.  This was the cue for the b (for break) - boys to do their thing on the dance floor. Or breakdance. The big eejit from the Caribbean had only gone and invented hip hop.

A boyo called Patricius had a gameplan of his own when he rocked up in Ireland with his big Welsh head on him around 432 AD. This was his second trip. First time round he had come as a slave, and spent his days working his hole off high in the mountains, tending sheep and the like. Fuck this for a lark, he thought. And like so many convicts down the years, he turned to God for help.

And he was rewarded with a vision, enabling his escape. Six years swotting up in a French monastery, a brief trip home to check in with the folks, and back to Ireland. ‘ Right. I’m gonna Christianize these chumps’, he vowed to the man above as he returned and set to work.

Patricius was a good egg, albeit one with a bit of ‘previous’. As a former slave, he empathised with their plight, a borderline pinko stance unheard of in those brutal days. The Black Panthers had MLK and Malcolm X, we had Saint Patrick.  And he was a hard bastard. Slavery, the monastery and then 30-odd years trundling across the wild lands of Eireann spreading the word. No choirboy either. Some unexplained sin, committed at the age of 15 and later confessed to, racked him with guilt. At least one historian hints at murder. Ireland, denied the ‘civilizing’ influence of the Roman Empire, was no place for the faint-hearted.

The original Paddy may not have driven any snakes out, but if he’d wanted to those slimy fucks wouldn’t have stood a chance. And neither did the pagans. With the bold Patricius at its helm Christianity stomped all over them. Like Ray Houghton a couple of centuries later he had earned his spurs. He was now one of us – an Irishman, and a proud one

Kool Herc was good, but he was no Saint Patrick. He needed help. And two others would rise from the East (Coast) to create a glorious triumvirate. Hip hop now set about crushing the faggoty, silk-shirt and gold-medallioned world of disco.

Afrika Bambaata (or Kevin Donovan as he was then) hadn’t required enslavement to have his eyes opened. He won a motherfucking essay writing contest, motherfucker, first prize being a trip to Africa. Bam’s eyes were opened and he returned with a new vision. No more gang banging – it was peace, love, unity and having fun from here on in.

St. Patrick may have passed on the ‘having fun’ aspect of Bambaata’s message. There was already far too much of that in early 5th century pagan Ireland. But otherwise he surely would have concurred with the mission statement. Patrick had come to enlighten and Christianize, Bam enlighten and Africanize. Peas in a pod. Kind of. Patrick wanted less of that kind of thing, Bambaata probably a bit more. He formed The Universal Zulu Nation, a broad church of hip hop, spirituality and all things Africa.  

Joseph Sadler was a wiry little bollocks. Like Herc, he was originally from Jamaica, and was good with his hands. Not only could he spin records, he was a qualified electrician. So it should come as no surprise that it was he who first succeeded in wiring two turntables to a mixer.

-‘Janey Mac’, he said to the waitress at his local cafe , ‘I’ve only gone and opened the door to sampling, changing the face of contemporary popular music, perhaps forever. Not bad for a wiry little bollox from de Bronx, wha’?’

-‘Fuck you on about? she replied.

And he was no mere DJ, either. Herc played his records, Bambaata enlightened, but Grandmaster Flash was a showman. He span the records with his feet, pirouetted, spliced, diced and generally acted like a prize chimp in the DJ’s booth.

- ‘Tell ye what, dat’s savage’, noted Walter ‘the bomb’ MacKenzie to his fellow Bronxian Rashid Washington Jr at one of Flash’s jams.

- ‘Ye not wrong there, so you’re not’, replied his pal. ‘Dem Jamaican lads are at it again. Must be something in the air out there – or maybe the grass, if ye know what I mean. Ay? Ay?

- ‘Ha ha. Ah will ye stop. Tell ye what, though. I predict this will change the face of music as we know it. It won’t be long before it’s threatening the higher echelons of the charts. DJs will now be limited only by their imaginations and the size of their record collections’.

- ‘It will and its bollocks’, replied the less-effusive Washington Jr.

But history shows Mr McKenzie's statement wasn’t a ‘will and its bollocks’ at all. Far from it. Flash, Bam and Herc – the holy trinity, as hip hop lore would have it. The disaffected youth of New York now had a voice, and its name was hip hop.

There would be others. Run DMC duetted with Aerosmith and got heavy rotation on MTV. They even played Live Aid, not that you were likely to see it.

- ‘Run DMC? You fuckin’ kiddin’ me’? We’re trying to raise money for staving Ethiopians. Last thing we need is people ringing in kicking up shit about two black lads in Adidas tops grabbing their balls’. They were the only Live Aid act not shown live on TV, the risk of bollock-grabbing too high.

But it couldn’t stop the juggernaut. And it would culminate in a spotty teenager in the arse end of Ireland being beholden to the sound of black men in sportswear and gold chains rhyming over pre-programmed beats.Watching The Sunday Game one summer’s evening in the late 80s, he realized why.

-Michael, I’ll tell ye now why hurling is the greatest sport in the world. Are ye listening now? I’ve watched some desperate games over the years. Brutal, only brutal. But I’ll tell ye this. No matter how bad it got, there’d always be something. Some lad would crack over a point from 65 metres, or cut one over the bar. Something to have you saying, ‘Holy God, that was savage good.

‘Compare that now to foreign rubbish like soccer. No goals at all in some games. Sure they all have long hair and they wear shinpads. Bunch of Nancy boys. I’ll tell ye know, if I got my hands on....

-‘Thanks Ger/Ogie/Denis/Micheal/Mossie (can't remember who), the point is well made though. Hurling is clearly the world’s greatest game because even the most boring game can be enlivened by a bit of trickery or magic. Ireland and the Irish are great!’

- ‘That’s exactly it Michael’.

This got me thinking. Krs One had a track called ‘Part-time Suckers’.  It consisted mainly of a serious of dictionary definitions, intended presumably to illustrate the superiority of his vocabulary over that of his less educated contemporaries. It sounded a bit like the speak-and-spell gizmo that Elliot gave ET to help him phone home. It was pretty shit, in all fairness.

But the last minute or so made it all worthwhile – a DJ workout, scratching the bejaysus out of a line from an old Smokey Robinson song. The half-way line cut over the bar, the point from the impossibly tight angle – the otherwise ‘brutal, only brutal’ track enlivened by a bit of DJ tomfoolery. It all made sense!

Hip hop was the hurling of the ghetto – the black man and the paddy man once more inextricably linked. Def Road would bear witness.

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Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs in NC: Hells Angels and Mongols

By Anna Hill, North Carolina State University Class of 2020

June 10, 2018

There are a number of OMG’s (outlaw motorcycle gangs) in North Carolina, such as the Hells Angels, Outlaws, Pagans, Mongols, Wheels of Soul, and Outcast.  OMG’s date back to the end of World War 2.  Veteran service members started many of the originating clubs.[1]  This article will focus on the two more well-known of the gangs in central North Carolina, the Hells Angels,and the Mongols.

There are three Hells Angels club charters in North Carolina—Fayetteville, Durham, and Winston Salem.[2]The Hells Angels have been involved in intimidation, extortion, narcotics distribution, money laundering, arson, trafficking in stolen goods, prostitution, and firearms trafficking.[3]  The first Hells Angels Motorcycle Club (HAMC) was founded in the Fontana/ San Bernardino area on March 17, 1948.[4]  During the 1950s, more charters came into existence in California.  In the beginning years the charters operated independently, but after a few years they united,and a regular criterion of admission was laid down.[5]  In 1961, the club developed internationally when a charter in Auckland, New Zealand was accepted.[6]  Later in the 1960s, the HAMC spread to the east coast, and then later to the Midwest. In 1969, the first European charter was accepted in London, England.  Years later, Australian clubs began to be admitted.  Then in 1984, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil became the first South American charter.[7]  In 1993, the HAMC spread to the African continent, accepting a charter in Johannesburg, South Africa.  In 2009, Turkey became the first Muslim to join the HAMC.[8]  Today, the Hells Angels havecharters in North America, Central America, South America, Europe, Australia, Africa, and Asia.

The Hells Angels adhere to a hierarchical chain of command with a president, vice president, treasurer, secretary, and sergeant at arms/ enforcer, as well as general members.[9]Tobe made a member of the HAMC, one must be a white male and own at least two American-made motorcycles, preferably Harley-Davidsons.  Prospective members are brought into chapters through a lengthy process designed to measure the person’s commitment and to guard against law enforcement infiltration.[10]  After associating with the Hells Angels for a while, the prospective member is identified as a “hang-around” and does menial tasks to gain respect. Then, after that period, they may be sponsored by a Hells Angel member and become a “prospect.” While a “prospect,” one must follow the orders of full-patched members and run various errands, which can be legal or illegal. Eventually, the “prospect” may be allowed to become a full member, but only after a unanimous vote of all the chapter members.[11]  Full membership is referred to as “full-patch,” in reference to each member’s ability to wear the full Hells Angels three-piece jackets and vests.  The full patch includes the club’s emblem and wording that notes the territory being claimed by the member.[12]

The MongolsMotorcycle Club is a one-percenter motorcycle club founded in Montebello, California in 1969.[13]  Most of the members were military veterans who loved to ride their Harley-Davidson motorcycles.Genghis Khan’s “Mongol Empire” inspired the club's name.[14]  The historical Mongols were known to be highly disciplined, superbly coordinated, and brilliant in tactics.The Mongols MC are also known as the Mongol Nation or the Mongol Brotherhood.[15]The Mongols patch is of a Harley-Davidson being ridden by a member of Genghis Khan’s Mongol Empire.  The club’s colors are black and white.[16]The Mongols are involved in crimes including drug trafficking, motorcycle theft, and conspiracy to commit murder.

The Mongols MC has chapters throughout much of the US, as well as in countries like Australia, Germany, and Thailand.  The Mongols are enemies of the Hells Angels, Iron Order MC,and Solo Angels MC, but are allied with the Bandidos MC, Misfits MC, Outlaws MC, Pagans MC, Raiders MC, Sons of Silence MC, and Vagos MC.  They allied themselves primarily to compete for territory with the Hells Angels.[17]  The contention between the two clubs has turned deadly on several different occasions.

The Mongols have five commandments to which they adhere: 1) A Mongol never lies to another Mongol, 2) a Mongol never steals from another Mongol, 3) a Mongol never messes around with another Mongols’ lady, 4) a Mongol never causes another Mongol to get arrested in any way, shape, or form, and 5) a Mongol never uses his patch for personal gain.[18]  A majority of the Mongols membership consists of “Hispanic males who live in the Los Angeles area, and many are former street gang members with a long history of using violence to settle grievances.[19]  In fact, the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives say they consider the Mongols “the most violent motorcycle club.”[20]

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[1]https://www.ncleg.net/documentsites/committees/JLOCJPS/2015-16%20Interim/March%2010,%202016%20Subcom%20Reports,%20Gangs,%20ICAC,%20HERO%20Grants/010%20DPS_SHP_Gang_Overview_2016-03-10.pdf

[2]https://hells-angels.com/area/north-carolina/

[3]http://www.wect.com/story/18731429/a-peek-into-the-inner-workings-of-the-hells-angels

[4]https://hells-angels.com/our-club/history/

[5]https://hells-angels.com/our-club/history/

[6]https://hells-angels.com/our-club/history/

[7]https://hells-angels.com/our-club/history/

[8]https://hells-angels.com/our-club/history/

[9]http://www.wect.com/story/18731429/a-peek-into-the-inner-workings-of-the-hells-angels

[10]http://www.wect.com/story/18731429/a-peek-into-the-inner-workings-of-the-hells-angels

[11]http://www.wect.com/story/18731429/a-peek-into-the-inner-workings-of-the-hells-angels

[12]http://www.wect.com/story/18731429/a-peek-into-the-inner-workings-of-the-hells-angels

[13]https://www.onepercenterbikers.com/mongols-mc-motorcycle-club/

[14]https://www.onepercenterbikers.com/mongols-mc-motorcycle-club/

[15]https://www.onepercenterbikers.com/mongols-mc-motorcycle-club/

[16]https://www.onepercenterbikers.com/mongols-mc-motorcycle-club/

[17]http://www.latimes.com/nation/nationnow/la-why-the-feds-are-worried-about-these-biker-gangs-20150518-htmlstory.html

[18]https://www.mongolsmc.com/about/

[19]http://www.latimes.com/nation/nationnow/la-why-the-feds-are-worried-about-these-biker-gangs-20150518-htmlstory.html

[20]http://www.latimes.com/nation/nationnow/la-why-the-feds-are-worried-about-these-biker-gangs-20150518-htmlstory.html

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EX PAGAN MEMBER TALKING ON FORMER CLUB

#PAGANSMC #PAGANS #PAGANSEASTCOAST FULL INTERVIEW https://youtube.com/live/PKkjEaF44mY?feature=share An ex member of the Pagans MC came on the Madhouse Monday Night Raw with myself and Marco. He wanted to air his beefs with his former club. Things got a little heated on the show. People must realize when you come on a show you’re not going to be asked softball questions. You’re going to be…

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PAGANS MC OPEN UP AND SHOOT OUTLAW SUPPORTER **FULL VIDEO**

#PAGANSMC #OUTLAWSMC #MOTORCYCLECLUB PORT ST. LUCIE, Fla. — One man is dead and another is in police custody after what police said was a dispute between rival motorcycle gangs in Port St. Lucie this past weekend. The shooting happened early Sunday behind Harpers Pub near Southwest Port St. Lucie Boulevard. Investigators said the victim, identified as Keith Johnson Jr., 39, of Port St. Lucie,…

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PAGAN’S MC FIGHT LEADS TO HIGH SPEED POLICE CHASE **FULL VIDEO**

#PAGANSMC #PAGAN #MOTORCYCLECLUB LENOIR, N.C. (WJZY) – A fight between motorcycle gangs led to several arrests in Lenoir on Wednesday, April 5, according to the police department. Jody Maltba, Timothy Maltba, Richard Barton, and Chelsey Maltba were the suspects apprehended. Police say the incident began around 7:40 p.m. in the parking lot of Tumbleweeds Steak & Tavern and eventually ended on…

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Warlocks and Pagans MC Tattoos Led to Murder

#warlocksmc #pagansmc #pagans MADISON, Ind. (WISH) — The leader of a southern Indiana motorcycle gang was sentenced to 120 years in prison for killing a rival gang member in the summer of 2021. A Jefferson County judge on Wednesday gave Michael “Billy goat” Karnuth, of North Vernon, 60 years for the murder of Dustin “Kutter” Lindner and another 60 years on a criminal gang enhancement. 00:00…

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Pagans motorcycle club president pleads not guilty

GET YOUR COPY NOW AND SEE WHAT ALL THE BUZZ IS ABOUT The man authorities identified as the leader of the local chapter of an outlaw motorcycle club pleaded not guilty Thursday to a felony charge for allegedly writing bad checks to an area business. Prosecutors accuse Michael Allan Murphy, 49, of issuing four checks from Oct. 13-19 totaling $31,148.20, according to court documents. All four,…

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THE PAGANS MC MADE THEM LOOK FOOLISH **FULL AUDIO EPISODE**

Click the Banner and listen to Motorcycle Madhouse Morning Mayhem on Spotify Ep 938 THE PAGANS MC MADE THEM LOOK FOOLISH – Motorcycle Madhouse Radio Podcast w James "Hollywood" Macecari New information is being released about the extra law enforcement presence over the weekend in Branson due to a motorcycle club gathering. Police Chief Eric Schmitt said about a month and a half ago, his…

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THE PAGANS MC MADE THEM LOOK FOOLISH **VIDEO**

#PAGANS #PAGANSMC #PAGANMOTORCYCLECLUB New information is being released about the extra law enforcement presence over the weekend in Branson due to a motorcycle club gathering. Police Chief Eric Schmitt said about a month and a half ago, his office was notified of the Pagan’s Motorcycle Club planning an event in town. 00:00 THE PAGANS MC MADE THEM LOOK FOOLISH 00:26 The Pagans state…

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PAGANS MC MEMBER ARMED DRUG TRAFFICKING

GET YOUR COPY NOW AND SEE WHAT ALL THE BUZZ IS ABOUT Thirty-one-year old Justin “Raw” Fite, a Kings Mountain-based member of the Pagans Motorcycle Club, was sentenced to 27 years in prison for armed drug trafficking, federal prosecutors said Friday. On June 7, Fite pled guilty. He was among 20 defendants who were charged as part of “Operation Ice Diamond,” a law enforcement effort targeting the…

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THE PAGANS MC ARE NOT A WHITE SUPREMACIST GANG

#PAGANS #PAGANSMC #MOTORCYCLECLUBS A cop who went undercover in a notorious Nazi biker gang has revealed how he narrowly avoided having to get one of their tattoos. Ken Croke, who worked for the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives (ATF), was the first federal agent to ever successfully infiltrate the Pagans Motorcycle Club. He spent two years undercover in the white supremacist…

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PAGANS MC "Conan the Barbarian" BOSS PUBLIC ENEMY #1

PAGANS #PAGANSMC #CONAN August 10, 2023 — Conan continues to be Public Enemy No. 1 for law enforcement on the East Coast. Suffolk County allegedly charges PAGANS MC “Conan the Barbarian” BOSS Again before getting out of federal custody 00:00 Information coming out on Conan from the Pagans MC00:58 Coming up why do people turn into informants01:51 Should felons get their gun rights back03:51 We…

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STOP DRAGGING THE PAGANS MOTORCYCLE CLUB INTO IT

STOP DRAGGING THE PAGANS MOTORCYCLE CLUB INTO IT

#PAGANS #PAGANSMC #PAGAN Before his trial, Vincent filed a “Motion in Limine to Exclude Gang Related Evidence” to exclude his affiliation with the Pagans in court, but it was denied in circuit court. Vincent appealed to the WVSCA, claiming that his position in the Pagan Motorcycle Club was used against him in trial when it should not have been. 00:00 STOP DRAGGING THE PAGANS MOTORCYCLE CLUB…

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PAGAN MC LOVE TRIANGLE LEADS TO HOMICIDE

PAGAN MC LOVE TRIANGLE LEADS TO HOMICIDE

During the investigation, deputies determined that the victim “was engaging in a hidden relationship with Wolfe’s significant other,” and that Wolfe had learned of the relationship, deputies said. Prior to the incident, Wolfe “had a meeting” … “with at least five other individuals where a statement indicates that Henry Silver was discussed,” and that “five of the people present at the meeting…