I woke up the other morning to the sound of cows. No, I’m quite serious. It was somewhat muffled here in the truck, but I could hear it none the less, and couldn’t quite figure out what it was in my half asleep state. I opened the curtains and here’s what I saw parked just off the nose of the truck.
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Well okay, my alarm clock sounded slightly bovine that morning, I suppose. I think I finally figured out why cattle trucks are usually the best looking and best decorated trucks on the road. It’s to make up for the smell.
It reminds me of a story I’ve never related here. I was coming up out of the Philadelphia area one night, and happened to be on the Pennsylvania Turnpike. I was coming up on the end of my hours for the day and pulled into a rest area at King of Prussia. Some of you will be familiar with the place. When I pulled in, there were three spaces and being a lazy lout that I am, I took the middle one.
I immediately got in the bunk and went to sleep. 20 minutes later, there was a roar of engine outside my driver side windows. I looked out and a truck had pulled up next to me with one of those old style Carrier refrigeration units. Old timers will recognize that those things are probably the loudest refrigeration units on the planet, those early models. Those things could wake the dead, and this was nearly that. I shrugged my shoulders, closed the window and went back to bed. I figured what the heck, I still had to other windows on the other side of the truck.
About a half hour later I think, I awoke to a stench in my truck. It was enough to curl and straighten your nose hair. It was unbelievable. It was bad enough in fact that I actually lifted my blanket and looked under it to make sure that I hadn’t had an accident in my sleep. At that point, I heard hooves on metal and realized what had happened. A cattle truck had pulled up next to me.
It was probably extra legal, but I jump back in the driver’s seat and drove down the road perhaps a half a mile to a little pull off and spent the rest of the night there, figuring I was never going to get any sleep between those two noise makers and the smell maker of course. Part of life on the road I guess.
Other matters…
I’ve been watching with a high degree of interest, the high degree of press coverage lately of Hillary Clinton’s misdeeds. The transition has been amazing.
For years we couldn’t get depressed even look at Hillary Clinton, (and now that Benghazi is out of the way she thinks) the press can’t seem to leave each little misdeed alone. It’s almost as if she’s trying to set up a target rich field.
Well, she certainly succeeded in doing that, but it seems to me she’s also digging herself a deeper hole. As of this point I doubt she’ll be able to extricate herself from the hole she’s managed to dig.
Thing is, she keeps day going, she keeps digging. The woman is a political train wreck these days . The press conference yesterday, in which she promised an open relationship with the press? Of course after the speech, she refused to take any questions.
Obviously, it depends on how we parse the phrase “open relationship”.
If this is the best the Democrats have to offer… And frankly, at the moment I have no reason to doubt that, this election cycle is going to be a cakewalk for the GOP assuming they actually have the testicular fortitude to nominate an actual conservative.
Speaking of that, the bed wetting over Ted Cruz is reaching unbelievable [2] proportions.
Whatever else can be said about him, this must be said however, that the speech he gave Monday was from the heart. If you didn’t see it, you wouldn’t understand the comments, or maybe you would. he didn’t need a teleprompter.
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This was not oratory written by people who specialize in it. Ted Cruz can be accused in this case of doing nothing but speaking directly from the heart. This guy believes every word he said. Now, if you want to disagree with what he says, have at it. But compared his ability to relate his thoughts to the current occupant of the White House.
I know the shooting in San Jose, and as usual the gun control at the concer what in their pants over it. But this has nothing to do with gun control. California in general and San Jose in particular is among the most heavily gun control States in the country. Additional laws wouldn’t solve the problem. This is an aberration, not the norm.
Down the road I go. See you tomorrow.