Druck Hunter?

Does anybody else listen to this story about John Edward’s love child and feel like they are reading a Dick Tracey novel?

The mistress’s name was ‘Druck’ (duck). She has changed it to ‘Hunter’. Her best friend (who is all over the news talking about the affair) is named ‘Pigeon’.

And of course, Edwards, being a Democrat politician, qualifies as a horn dog…

Stupidity

Stupidity: v 1) The act of an insurance company denying to pay for a chiropractor visit, even though that visit would help their client get better and cost them less money in the long run.

Small Things

We always say to thank God for the small things. I’m thanking him for about 12 inches.

Wednesday I was crossing a major divided 4 lane highway at a red light. As I entered the intersection I saw a car coming from my left very fast. I got enough of a look to call him doing at least 50 but I would say at least 60 MPH. I stomped the gas but he caught me right behind the door. I had just enough time to think, “Oh crap, did I run that light?” But as I looked up the lights were green.

I saw them two more times as the truck went around. Blessedly most of the momentum went into spinning my truck instead of crushing and flipping it. I was headed East. On the North-bound side of the the 4-lane there are two straight lanes and a turning lane. A lane width of checkered asphalt separates the turning lane. I ended up in this checkered “land” facing south without hitting any of the cars that were going north. Not sure how I did that, I was just holding on.

There were two cars sitting in the turning lane and 6 going straight. Everybody drove off. One of the cars going straight was sitting right beside me. The lady looked me right in the eye (and I’m sure I looked like Casper) and just drove away. I was kinda miffed at the time; I’m right pissed off now. The traffic report gave no fault because no witnesses could prove which one of us ran the red light. The fact that I remember everything and could tell the trooper about the cars driving off meant just as little as the other guy being knocked out and asking me what happened. I guess when he said the light was green, that held equal weight.

Whatever. I was in a work truck, so workman’s comp is taking care of my x-rays and Physical Therapy. Speaking of which, I have discovered a new level of hell: the bureaucrat level. If you have never had to go though a workman’s comp claim, trust me, it’s almost better to die in the accident.

Anyway, I’m OK. Truck’s dead. I’m driving a wore-out ashtray on loan from the Hatchery. Life goes on.

Addendum:

I got a chance to go back to the scene. I approached the light from the same direction as the guy that hit me. I will agree with several of the locals; you really do not have a good look at the light. It seems to pop out from behind a small hill. If it’s red you’d need to be on the breaks before you ever see the light.

The light turned yellow just as I was pulling into the turning lane, so I stopped. I had been setting at the red light for a good 3 to 5 seconds when an 18 wheeler ran though the red light just as the guy had done with me. All I could think was “thank you, Lord, it was the Grande Prix and not the 18-wheeler that hit me.”

I think that Freight-shaker woulda shook me up.

Yet Another Reason: Bumper Stickers

Yet another reason that I could never be elected President (or any other high office).

If I were President, I would put one of those “Drill Here, Drill Now, Pay Less” bumper stickers on the back of Air Force One.

Come to think of it I would probably put one of those “Annoy a Liberal” stickers on the back of the Presidential Limo too.