Apparently there is some kind of rally in Michigan (saw on MSNBC) within the past hour.
It showed that people were protesting having to stay inside their homes.
It sounds like it had been previously agreed to that they would stay in their cars and drive around the block in the proximity of some federal building or something, and beep their car horns in protest. OK, fine. No problem.
There was a reporter on the street covering the event, and he was wearing a mask. Some of the protesters went rogue, and were walking on the street, not wearing masks. You could see the reporter doing some moves to avoid these people who were walking by him.
You could see a couple of young men, without masks, approaching the reporter from behind. When they reached him, one of the men put his face about 6 inches from the reporter's ear, waved a small Trump flag (maybe 6 x 9 inches) near the reporter's head, and yell "WOOOOOOOOO!" into the reporter's ear.
These are the people who are going to get everyone killed. The reporter would have had every right to go all Hammer Time on that fucking idiot.
Seeing this happen, as well as some other improbable events that happened to me all at once this morning finally caused me to snap. I calmly put on my shoes, walked into my garage, and beat the holy fuck out of my Rubbermaid garbage can that goes out to the curb every week. I destroyed it. I wailed on it for about 5 minutes. It is not usable now. Neither are my hands. I am on a blood thinner, and they're still bleeding.
Damn stupid thing to do, but boy, did it make me feel 100% better.
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I have had run-ins with undesirables trying to stop me and I just look at them and grab the next higher gear and let them know that I will drive right through them. It usually clears the path. If they think you're not gonna stop, they'll move, right quick too.
Good for you!
It's just as entertaining from the driver's seat/rear view mirrors as it is in a well scripted movie watching them fling themselves into the ditch or whatever is on the side of the road.
I always made like I was packing firepower too, even though I never did. I was taught early on that making like "I'll mess you up if you get stupid" is the way to go, appearances speak loudly in some places. And of course, weighing somewhere in the neighborhood of 80,000lbs helps.
twin sticks a lot, manual transmission, and when in "deep under" you can push a house over on it's side like a bulldozer. That way you don't do as much damage to your rig while moving the blockade out of the way. I had a good 15+ years of road warrior and I am sure I have seen 90% of all there is to see from trucking strikes, hijackings, and human blockades. I even "lost" an idiot trying to harass me, he was on a motorcycle... how do you lose a whole semi when you're on a motorcycle? That's how bright that bulb was. Fun times.
First job, getting large old grain elevator, feedmill, back in compliance with CCC regs. Did get to visit regional chief of compliance office--Kansas City--not fun. Had to win back almost all customers after they'd been chased away due to nonpayment for grain, etc. MAJOR lawsuits--finally settled--all debts paid with interest--mill back into compliance and technically back into black b4 moving on to greener pastures--Old cattle feed bunk--300 ft long--poured in place--one piece--damn solid--in wrong place as we didn't use that yard anymore--couldn't move. When things got too frustrating would stay after work and use sledgehammer on it --a little at a time. Not bad therapy as long as no one could hear cussing. Go ahead--laugh--but after a year I finally had that sucker out of there.
I think there are a fair variety of these available.
