THE F.Y. ATTITUDE

THE F**K YOU ATTITUDE:

There certainly are a lot of poddy-mouth Democrat/Homosexuals these days.

But, all they seem to be able to say is -- “F**k You!”

Everyone else is ragging on their nasty asses, for being so vile and deceiving and twisted -- and the comments are truly insightful and even ingenious -- but all the Homosexual/Democrats can say in return is -- “F**k You!”

The reason why I mention this, is because I just went through Chicago again, where any and every political commentary is expressed on the CB radio channels; by the truckers on the main Interstate highways.

Two years ago the Homosexual/Democrats were trying to fill the CB airwaves with their God Worship of ’HObama the Magnificent Pervert’, along with their insistence that the Human Species was going to die in 2009.

Now, instead of spitting out their customary “We better than You” propaganda, and their “We sure-fire Superior to You All!” bulls**t ...

now all that those stupid liars can say is -- “F**k You!”

I watch, you know.

I watch who is saying what.

Two years ago the Democrat/Homosexuals were riding high in their bubbles of lies, and saying “We knows everything!”

Now, they are slumped down in their seats or draped over their steering wheels -- only able to occasionally key the microphone to say “F**k You!” with dreary voices.

Meanwhile, the CB airwaves are filled with constant derisions of them, for their lies and their nasty crimes against Humanity.

To me, it is a clear indication that America is still alive, and refuses to die under a mountain of Democrap.

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It reminds me of a true story. A few winters ago I was driving west on I90 leaving Chicago in the late afternoon. My destination that day was Northern Wisconsin, and to get there I had to drive on I90 west to I39, and then go north.

However, it was snowing heavily and the CB traffic going east was full of warnings that there was an Ice Storm of major proportions between me and Rockford (where I90 and I39 cross).

This became more and more apparent the further west I went. Most trucks bailed out at the Marengo exit, but I kept trying to get to I39. I made it to the last tollbooth, and kept going. What few trucks were still traveling westbound, dropped out at the toll station.

Now, I was definitely all alone with no other vehicles going westbound other than me -- and I drove into a WhiteOut. Matters got very dicey, very fast. The tires could not hold traction, and the rig kept wanting to slide. When that happens you have to go slower, and I was already going 40 miles an hour.

I proceeded along at 30 mph, but a wind started to hit me head-on. It was full of ice, and now I was accelerating and then decelerating back and forth to keep the tires breaking through the ice. Fortunately I had a heavy load, or I would have stopped at Marengo with everyone else.

Through the winds of ice there suddenly appeared the last Oasis, spanning the entire highway. I was almost too late, but I managed to get off the Interstate and up the ramp into the Oasis. As I expected, every parking space was occupied by a truck of some description. But, there was just enough room to park parallel behind all of them. As long as no one tried to back out, I would be okay.

To be sure I told all of the drivers, whom I was parked behind, that I was there. Everyone was in their Truck/Igloo Mode of Operations. That is where you keep the engine running, because the Auxiliary Power Unit cannot provide enough heat to defeat the Ice Storm. The truck and trailer becomes layered with a thick blanket of clear ice, which weighs down the suspensions. Your truck becomes your icebound igloo.

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At such times, you fight your way into the Oasis to use the restroom, buy enough food and drinks for two days, and carry it all back to your Igloo/Truck. Then you have to chop away the ice with your knife, which you must be sure to take with you, so the door will open again. Once inside, be sure to leave two small openings using the windows or vents, so air can flow through the truck. These you keep open with your knife.

Then you adjust the inside temperature, keep your CB on (19) and wait, or sleep. By now, you have told the company about the delay, so the Receiver knows too. There is nothing more to do after that except sit out the storm; which will keep you notified of its own progress as it rocks your truck from side to side, and wakes you up with fierce sounds in the night of ice battles all around you.

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In the morning, the storm was gone. The ice was not gone, it covered everything. The temperatures had stayed below freezing, so a layer of ice still covered us all.

Now, is community time. Everyone is awake, and no one can go anywhere -- so we all socialize in the Oasis or in front of our trucks --where we stand in our Arctic Gear and talk about what, where, when and how we are going.

To make a long story shorter, by 1100 the ice was off the highway enough (thanks to snowplows), that a few of us tried to get further north, myself included.

We got as far as the Illinois/Wisconsin border, and it was very tough going. Just north of the border (on I39) there is a big Rest Area on the northbound side. All of us pulled into there.

The truck parking line at that rest area is situated so you can get about thirty big rigs to park next to each other. They are lined up such that, once parked, they all face the opposite side of the Interstate. Which gives them an excellent view of the building on our side, and the stretch of highway going southbound.

I got out to see what was in the building, and took one of my cameras with me. We all knew that the road northbound was closed due to ice, but the southbound side did have some occasional traffic on it, including trucks. That happens often. One side of an Interstate can be closed while the other side is left open -- usually because of what the winds did with the snow and ice.

After I checked out the building, I went outside and stood in the snow looking at the southbound side of I39. Between myself and that side was a wide median of thick grass, now covered by six feet of now.

Suddenly on the southbound side, there appeared a white colored eighteen-wheeler, going too fast and out of control. It appeared from behind some trees that obscured the view further north, and it was sliding almost sideways on the southbound ice.

Apparently, the driver quickly deduced that the only way to keep from jack-knifing the truck and flipping over, was to get straight again and let the snow stop him.

That would have worked, but once he was straight again (and in control again) the entire rig would be entering the median filled with deep snow. Once straight, if he had let off the brakes and accelerator he would have plowed into the median and come to a stop -- what is called a ‘Soft Landing’. That would have been good. There would have been little (or minimal) damage to the tractor, and maybe no damage to the trailer and cargo.

This began to happen. The driver, who could be seen clearly by all of us, got the wheels lined up again just as the steer tires entered the median -- and then everything went wrong. Then, he went insane and voted Democrap.

With blinding stupidity, only possible by Voter/Followers of Political Establishments, he tried to cross the median and reach our side of the highway. He put the truck into four-wheel drive (‘CLANK!’) and floored the engine!

Like the famous white whale Moby Dick, the entire rig dove off the Interstate into the pool of snow separating the opposing lanes. A huge billowing cloud of snow and ice burst outwards in all directions, and somewhere inside could be heard the screams of a red-lined diesel engine, and the whines of spinning truck tires.

And then, all was quiet. I remember turning around quickly and looking back at the line of trucks on my side, all of which had a front row view of this spectacle. Every driver was sitting stone still in his seat, staring in disbelief at the sight, which was now a falling cascade of snow. I could hear the snow and ice, falling back onto the Earth, but there was no other sound at all.

Slowly, as the snow settled, there emerged the vision of a long white truck and trailer buried up to the floorboards in the snow and ice, halfway across the median.

I do not want to mention which nationwide trucking company that semi-rig belonged to, but let us say that their drivers are renown (by all other truckers) for being neither Smart nor SWIFT on the road!

And now, the fun part began.

Ever since that day, I have always likened the scene to that of the Crows and Baby Dumbo. There was Dumbo (a White Whale in this case) all broken down and helpless -- and on the other side of the road sat thirty Big Black Crows sitting on a white picket fence.

Doing justice to Trucking in America, they gave that idiot ‘Trucker’s Hell!’

For an hour solid, and with great joy and mirth and merriment, they tore that sucker apart on the CB radio -- which the fool had let them know he was on, by a pitiful call for assistance.

I mean they disemboweled that baboon, dissected his lineage, degraded his ancestors and disgraced his future, before he even had a chance to think he might still have one.

It was brutal, and it was hilarious!

And time and time again, the idiot kept adding fuel to the flames by saying in a doleful voice “F**k You!” over the CB. Or, his Chicago variation of “F**k Yous Guys.”

I took some pictures of it, and then went back to my truck, knowing that there was going to be a great Comedy Hour about this.

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Now, all of the once blabbering and triumphant Democrat/Homosexuals are in their ‘We Ain’t Stupid -- We’s Obnoxious!’ mode. And, their one response to everyone’s criticisms is the same old -- “F**k You!” and “F**k Yous Guys.”

Do you know what that means?

Do you realize what that says?

Answer: They are so abysmally stupid, pretentious, blindly arrogant, and ego-sick ... they will do this (or something worse) all over again !!!!

If given the chance !!!!

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Markel Peters
http://www.voices-of-iowa.blogspot.com