#the cucamonga kids

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Expecting me to take these two seriously as wrestlers is just a insult to my intelligence like WWE at it's lowest

[areyou-talkin-to-me]

Camp Cucamonga

I first heard of this movie from a podcast. Its a pretty cute kids movie, i enjoyed watching it. It had a lot of stars from the 80s/90s which was fun to see. If i had seen it when i was 12 i would have loved it.

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[songbird211]

Lego Monkie Kid acrylic keychains!

My daughter drew these amazing keychains that I'm now selling in my shop. I also have pinback buttons with art drawn by my brother.

[ofsuperkvcks]

matthew massie | matt jackson || all elite wrestling ofsupekvcks is a dependent group roleplay blog for mayhemhq. disclaimer: not matt jackson, just a written portrayal of mine.

full name: matthew massie. birthday: march 13th, 1985. resides: rancho cucamonga, california. workplace: all elite wrestling. ring name: matt jackson, 1/2 young bucks, former bullet club and several iterations of the elite.

a study in: chewing gum way too aggressively, messy hair in a bun, flashy gear, loyal to a fault, sometimes an extremely jealous prick, a tomato hater to his core, a reader, a farmer, being adventurous. often having his heart on his sleeve, but genuinely would give you the shirt off of his back. sexual orientation / dating history: pansexual, open to everything. dana was his high school sweetheart, they were married up until 2022 in this portrayal. his kids exist in this portrayal, but will not be mentioned, and photos of them will not be shared.

connections. wanted connections.

[abellinthecupboard]

How to Go to Dinner with a Brother on Drugs

If he's wearing knives for eyes, if he's dressed for a Day of the Dead parade— three-piece skeleton suit, cummerbund of ribs— his pelvic girdle will look like a Halloween mask. The bones, he'll complain, make him itch. Each ulna a tingle. His mandible might tickle. If he cannot stop scratching, suggest that he change, but not because he itches—do it for the scratching, do it for the bones. Okay, okay, he'll give in, I'll change. He'll go back upstairs, and as he climbs away, his back will be something else—one shoulder blade a failed wing, the other a silver shovel. He hasn't eaten in years. He will never change. Be some kind of happy he didn't appear dressed as a greed god—headdress of green quetzal feathers, jaguar loincloth littered with bite-shaped rosettes— because tonight you are not in the mood to have your heart ripped out. It gets old, having your heart ripped out, being opened up that way. Your brother will come back down again, this time dressed as a Judas effigy. I know, I know, he'll joke. It's not Easter. So what? Be straight with him. Tell him the truth. Tell him, Judas had a rope around his neck. When he asks if an old lamp cord will do, just shrug. He'll go back upstairs, and you will be there, close enough to the door to leave, but you won't. You will wait, unsure of what you are waiting for. Wait for him in the living room of your parents' home-turned-misery-museum. Visit the perpetual exhibits: Someone Is Tapping My Phone, Como Deshacer a Tus Padres, Jesus Told Me To, and Mon Frère— ten, twenty, forty dismantled phones dissected on the dining table: glinting snarls of copper, sheets of numbered buttons, small magnets, jagged, ruptured shafts of lithium batteries, empty 2-literes of Diet Coke with dirty tubing snaking from the necks, shells pof Ataris, radios, television sets, and the Electrolux, all cracked up like dark nuts, innards heaped across the floor. And your pick for Best of Show: Why Dad Can't Find the Lightbulbs— a hundred glowing bells of gutted lightbulbs, each rocking in a semicircle on the counter beneath Mom's hanging philodendron. Your parents' home will look like an al-Qaeda yard sale. It will look like a bomb factory, which might give you hope, if there were such a thing. You are not so lucky— there is no fuse here for you to find. Not long ago, your brother lived with you. You called it, One last shot, a three-quarter-court heave, a buzzer-beater to win something of him back. But who were you kidding? You took him in with no grand dreams of salvation, but only to ease the guilt of never having tried. He spent his nights in your bathroom with a turquoise BernzOmatic handheld propane torch, a Merlin mixing magic, then shape-shifting into lions, and tigers, and bears, Oh fuck, pacing your balcony like Borges' blue tiger, fighting the cavalry in the moon, conquering night with his blue flame, and plotting to steal your truck keys, hidden under your pillow. Finally, you found the nerve to ask him to leave, so he took his propane torch and left you with his meth pipe ringing in the dryer. Now, he's fresh-released from Rancho Cucamonga— having traveled the Mojave Trail in chains— living with your parents, and you have come to take him to dinner—because he is your brother, because you heard he was cleaning up, because dinner is a thing with a clear beginning and end, a measured amount of time, a ritual everyone knows, even your brother. Sit down. Eat. Get up. Go home. Holler upstairs to your brother to hurry. He won't come right away. Remember how long it took the Minotaur to escape the labyrinth. Your father will be in the living room, too, sitting in a rocking chair in the dark, wearing his luchador mask—he is El Santo. His face is pale. His face is bone-white. His eyes are hollow teardrops. His mouth a dark, O— He is still surprised by what his life has become. Don't dare think about unmasking your father. His mask is the only fight he has left. He is bankrupt of planchas and topes. He has no more huracanranas to give. Leave him to imagine himself jumping over the top rope, out of the ring, running off, his silver-masked head cutting the night like a butcher knife. When your brother finally appears, the lamp cord knotted at his neck should do the trick, so leave to the restaurant. It will be hard to look at him in the truck, dressed as a Judas effigy. Don't forget, a single match could devour him like a neon tooth, canopying him in a bright tent of pain— press the truck's lighter into the socket. Meth—his singing sirens, his jealous jinn conjuring up sandstorms within him, his Harpy harem—has sucked the beauty from his face. He is a Cheshire cat, a gang of grins. His new face all jaw, all smile and bite. Look at your brother—he is Borges' bestiary. He is a zoo of imaginary beings. Your brother's jaw is a third passenger in the truck— it flexes in the wind coming in through the window, resetting and rehinging, opening and closing against its will. It will occur to you your brother is a beat-down, dubbed Bruce Lee— his words do not match his mouth, which is moving faster and faster. You have the fastest brother alive. Your brother's lips are ruined. There is a sore in the right corner of his mouth. My teeth hurt, he says. He will ask to go to the IHS dentist. At a stoplight, you are forced to look into his mouth—it is Švankmajer's rabbit hole— you have been lost in it for the last ten years. Pull into the restaurant parking lot. Your brother will refuse to wear his shoes. Judas was barefoot, he will tell you. Judas wore sandals, you answer. No, Jesus wore sandals, he'll argue. Maybe one day you will laugh at this— arguing with a meth head dressed like a Judas effigy about Jesus' sandals. Your brother will still itch when you are seated at your table. He will rake his fork against his skin. Look closer—his skin is a desert. Half a red racer is writhing along his forearm. A migration of tarantulas moves like a shadow over his sunken cheeks. Every time the waitress walks by, he licks his lips at her. He tells you, then her, that he can taste her. Hope she ignores him. Pretend not to hear what he says. Also ignore the cock crowing inside him. But if he notices you noticing, Don't worry, he'll assure you, The dogs will get it. Which Dogs? You have to ask. Then he'll point out the window at two dugs humping in the empty lot across the way. Go ahead. Tell him. Those are not dogs, you'll say. Those are chupacabras. Chupacabras are not real, he'll tell you, brothers are. And he'll be right. The reflection in your empty plate will speak, Your brother is on drugs again. You are at a dinner neither of you can eat. Consider your brother: he is dressed as a Judas effigy. When the waitress takes your order, your brother will ask for a beer. You will pour your thirty pieces of silver onto the table and ask, What can I get for this?

— Natalie Diaz, When My Brother Was an Aztec (2012)

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MORE ELLIS

I keep getting requests for more Ellis stories. I know some are written down somewhere but can’t find them. So, here is one that I remember, but short on exact date.

We are living in Upland, California ( Circa 1974) and WORKING AT  our plant and trading office in Cucamonga. Back then it was Cucamonga; an area filled with vineyards and some industrial buildings. When I went back 10 years ago it was NOW Rancho Cucamonga,  all commercial buildings.

So, Ellis shows up one day with a friend. They are hitching  from St. Louis to California and back. Not uncommon in those days. After spending the night at our house, they are off to Santa Barbara. You need to know that this was common in those days. And you didn’t worry  about being picked up by  a stranger. It was Southern California in the 70s. A very unique time. Here kids were hitching everywhere…....long hair, bell bottom jeans. The total hippie look.

I got a call a few days later from Ellis.  He says he and his buddy are in jail. And have been picked up on a conspiracy charge. The conspiracy being that they went into a food shop and bought some cans of tuna fish. And when they came out, they realized they didn't have a can opener, so Ellis went in and snuck a can opener inside his jacket. What he didn't know was there were so many mirrors in this store, because since it was on the way from LA to Santa Barbara, it very often was a shop lifting target.  Therefore, the mirrors. So, Ellis went outside to join his buddy and  two cop cars pulled up. They arrested them for conspiracy because there were two of them.

 Long story short, my boss Whitey Sall made a call to a California Supreme Court Judge who told him that Ellis should go in there, plead guilty. He would get a suspended sentence from the judge's friend, and it would be over with.

Unfortunately, that judge got sick and when Ellis pleaded guilty, they were sentenced to six months community service. He started yelling. I'm insane! I'm insane!  I plead insanity. So, they put him back in jail and we got hold of another judge and they were released.

I'm not saying that the rest of us didn't do  stupid stuff like this. I'm just saying for some reason Ellis always got caught!

[racingtoaredlight]

Opening Bell: March 18th, 2024

A group of ladies out for a bike ride in Washington state had a seriously hardcore battle with a mountain lion after it attacked one of them.

AI programs Fancy autocorrect is demonstrating a tendency toward racial discrimination, which makes all the sense in the world since it's trained largely by reading shit on the Internet.

Gaze in wonder at this Scottish "beer bike."

The proliferation of trigger-happy, brain-wormed, paranoid freaks over the last couple of decades or so has really upped the ante for kids looking to play "Ding Dong Ditch."

Finally, the Los Angeles Dodgers Single A affiliate changed their name from the Rancho Cucamonga Quakes to the Rancho Cucamonga Chaquetas for this season's "Copa de la Diversión" games. The issue here is that in Mexico, "chaqueta" is a slang term for jackin' it.

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RANCHO CUCAMONGA, CA — Local Man Rick Haywood admitted to having children, not to experience the unparalleled bond between a parent and child as he shepherds his progeny through the perils of life, but to have someone he can crush without mercy in a match of Super Smash Bros....

[howardvacation]

So, the trip home continues. So far, it's been an interesting voyage back to the 716. Here are some highlights:

Flight from Hawaii to LA was diverted due to a blizzard in LA. So, yeah. That happened.

Flight back from Hawaii to LA also had a crazy lady on it who argued with the flight attendants the whole flight. I renamed her "Sky Karen"

Sky Karen decided to cry out that her children were "stranded with a stranger who could molest them at any moment!"

After much caterwauling, we learned that her kids were sitting behind her... In coach.

So, she left her kids sitting with a stranger in coach so she could sit in first class and guzzle Mai Tai after Mai Tai. MOTHER OF THE YEAR!

Here is an artist's rendering of this fine specimen of collagen injections and booze:

Next; our flight lands at the wrong Ontario. (Apparently, there are enough Canadians lost in California that they made a new Ontario near Rancho Cucamonga. )

So, we are shuffled off the plane after 1-2 hours waiting for staff to arrive to open a gate. So much fun.

It's 2:39AM local time.

I drop my ID somewhere on the plane. Yay.

We get a hotel room at the Best Western and crash. (Personally, i think there are likely better westerns out there somewhere, but i didn't argue the matter much. )

Did I mention that it's 40° F and raining like a bastard. Yeah. That happened.

Next... We find out that Chicken Bus (Southwest) wants to offer us a nice flight home sometime in the year 2926.

Chris books us new flights as the kind souls at Hawaiian Airlines call and inform us that they have my ID. They offer to mail it to Buffalo, assuming i can walk home and get it there, since YOU CANT FLY WITHOUT I.D.!!!

Next... We go back to the ONT airport and a nice 599 year old security guard breaks ever possible rule and get me my ID. That guy is awesome. (I hope he lives at least 3 or 4 more years. )

I do my "i got my ID back" luggage spin...

NEXT... We take an Uber to LAX with a cool Chinese dude who drives Uber in a Mercedes Benz that costs more than my house. Huzzah!

Here's a crap photo of the LAX sign. I swear I'm not drunk yet. (Also a problem)

Current situation: We are checked in at LAX

We will fly to Tampa. Wait 3 hours, the fly to NJ and wait like 4 hours, then fly home.

So, we booze.

Meanwhile, Mr Duck gets and extended holiday at his kennel: Something tells me he is ok with that.

Whew.

The saga continues…

[thinktank909]

I am NOT smiling with Cargile

As a local activist who was a county party committee member due to running in the past for State Senate in our shared district, I wanted to make sure that my vapid Congresswoman Norma Torres (D-Pomona) had a challenger. I signed the petition for Mike Cargile to become candidate for Congress in his first run in 2020 not knowing how much of a loose cannon he is. I was one of his nomination signers during that run not knowing that he was outside the establishment where he would later gain national attention for having his endorsement yanked by the state party.

I thought it was unjust for him to have his endorsement yanked by the state party in the first place because he symbolized the base of the party. However his social media was the bane with individuals such as Jessica Patterson, the two term chair of the state party where she felt he was a liability to our statewide ticket. They were afraid of his viewpoints would be smeared to the other nominees like Jay Olbernolte and Mike Garcia. He fairly won the primary and I felt the first yanking of his endorsement was just a way to weaken him in the general election and she wanted to decrease the number of potential delegates he may earn in the year ahead.

I can agree that the state and county parties are not representative of the grassroots, but the fatal flaw of Cargile and his friends is the lack of inclusion. I noticed that when the meetings in Rancho Cucamonga were held in a church that has doctrine beliefs that were not inclusive to non-straight people, which was a sign that perhaps I was wasting my time associating with Cargile and his friends even before his diatribe before the second time his endorsement got yanked. I defended him the first time, but I was about to defend him a second time until he wrote his diatribe before the hearing to yank his endorsement, using the party’s first transgender delegate Regina Roberts of San Diego County as a wedge issue saying that transgenderism is a perversion of truth, yes you can disagree with leftist LGBT people like the health official in the Surgeon Generals office Rachel Levine, but Regina believes in many issues that most Republicans could agree and support on such as the second amendment.

Not all of us in the LGBT community agree that smutty graphic novels belong in our public K-12 school libraries or public libraries in the children or teenager department. Not all of us in the LGBT community agree that teenage girls should get their breasts lobbed off at the age of 15. Not all LGBT people believe that we should let kids see drag performers do sexually explicit content no matter if it’s a monologue or a dance routine. Painting people like Regina Roberts in a broad brush is very irresponsible.

Mike wants to run for Congress for a third round, but before that could happen he wants to run for State Party chair. The job pays a decent wage and I can agree that he can motivate the Republican voters better. However the problem I see, is he wants to shoe horn the political culture of Oklahoma and Idaho into California. I agree that there are systematic failures in the California Republican Party. We have done a horrible job in statewide elections since 2006, we have done a horrible job in voter registration, a horrible job in getting candidates elected into the state legislature and a horrible job in places such as San Diego County where NO Republican is representing the San Diego city council, the majority of the Board of Supervisors has been lost since 2018.

I am worried that if Cargile had a prayer of winning, that he would want to get rid of the Log Cabin Republicans charter, the platform plank I helped put in with Reagan’s son-in-law will be yanked and all the clauses with animus to LGBT people will return. Cargile and his friends will basically tell someone like me that they are not wanted in the party, but political parties are operated like an orchestra where its not just one element that drives its success. I seriously do believe in the mantra that “Inclusion Wins”, if we want to reach out to young and highly educated voters in places such as CD-27, CD-41, CD-47 and CD-49 we have to bring the inclusion of Jessica Patterson and the reformer attitude of Mike Cargile.

Unfortunately, you cannot separate the best elements from both leading candidates for Chairman in the election in March 2023. We must choose Rob Bernowsky our 2022 Secretary of State nominee for chairman. Sadly, the California Republican Party is a trainwreck and the casting office should have delivered us someone more worthy to be elected chair of the state party like Harmeet Dillon.

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Kidd Buu

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