The Idiot Driver? Tis I — Oct. 28, 2021


👇🏻 What’s Below 👇🏻
🚦 Red Means Stop 
💉 Vaccination Ethics 
✍️ The Many Voices in My Head 


I’m convinced that people in every state think their state’s drivers are the worst, and never do they count themselves among them. I learned to operate a motor vehicle in New York, whose drivers have a particularly bad reputation, but I found those in my college home of Iowa to be far worse. At least in New York all drivers were predictably aggressive. In Iowa, you never knew what the hell you were going to get.

Missourah drivers are what they are — no worse or better than anywhere else I’ve been, though I do think we have a perplexing relationship with rain whilst behind the wheel.

I pride myself on bumping up the average driving ability wherever I’ve hung my hat. But today? Today I was the “asshole” in the “Would you look at what that asshole just did!”

I was stopped at a red light after going to a morning chiropractor appointment. The light turned green, and I proceeded into the intersection, only to see the guy coming the other way start to make his left turn directly in front of me. I honked. And then — the nerve of that guy — he honked back while making a hand gesture and completing his turn.

Then I looked up.

My light was red.

Yes, I was that guy who gets fooled by the green arrow for the lane next to him, the doofus who can’t see that bright shining red thing still glowing directly overhead.

Not one of my prouder moments.


People around me have been getting knocked out by a resurgence of Covid for about a month-and-a-half now. Co-workers. Acquaintances. Distant family.

Being technically classified immunocompromised and having received my second Pfizer shot way back in early February, I knew I was eligible for the booster. I just hadn’t gotten around to it.

Today I got around it, ripping a needle right out of the hand of a doctor who was about to inject it into some Third World dope’s arm.

Jokes aside (and if you don’t realize that’s a joke, email me and let’s get to know each other better), I do feel somewhat bad that I’m now three vaccines to the plus side and many people where My Favorite African resides still are unprotected. I rationalize it that, after what Longhaul Covid did to me this year, it would probably be a good thing to drink my healing potion now rather than again tempt the wizardry that is that spikey little bastard. That, and the belief that we can send all those doses meant for the idiots who refuse to be vaccinated to someone who actually understands the concept of community.

Speaking of which …


In Other Writing …

Perhaps I was a tad harsh when I suggested back in July that the unvaccinated should jump off a bridge. After all, there are less painful ways to end your threat to humanity. I remain utterly confounded by those without medical issues or religious objections (and the latter still doesn’t sit well with me) who see things like this

… and refuse to take their shot like the 12-year-old who went before me today — with only one very loud almost-curse word when needle penetrated skin that made his mother, me and an assembly of about 10 others in the Walgreens pharmacy area laugh out loud.

The fact is, these dolts still are a threat to me and my family, if not to our health then to the economy that provides the job that allows me to feed, clothe and house us. My personal belief is our American society is teetering on the brink, and it’s not going to take a very big shove to topple us over. That the final push could come from Uncle Bucky sitting on the porch with his banjo in the shade of his stars-and-bars and “Trump 2024” flags flapping in the fall breeze makes me shake my head.

Thus, may I show you the way to the bridge?


The ‘What Did You Say?’ of the Day?

‘What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.’

My man Kurt Vonnegut

I’m thinking of taking a break from the writing for this website to focus on a few book ideas and short stories I’ve got percolating. The first draft of one book is written and in need of a thorough overhaul. I actually hand-wrote (suck it Shakespeare) the first chapter of what I think is a short story yesterday in a flurry of inspiration. I’ve got the framework of some crazy sci-fi thing in my head and on various pieces of paper. Other things are in my brain and heart that need to get out.

I find it weird that I am a writer without a genre. I guess maybe I’m still trying to find my true voice. Or maybe, as this website might suggest, I am a man with many voices inside me screaming for attention.


Today’s Reasons to Keep Living

  1. Boy The Younger has his final cross-country meet of the season Saturday.
  2. Wifey Poo has foot surgery next week and needs Her Man to step up. Plus, I’m hoping to get some great “just coming out of surgery” funny moments on camera.
  3. Fall weather. God, I love it.

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