Extended Hands

There are certain rules that apply to trucking. I don't mean the ones that the government allows the Department of Transportation to rape us with on a daily basis. I'm talking about natural physical laws that rule over all of us. One of these rules basically states that an object - in this case, a truck - requires a constant energy source in order to continue its inertia. That's right, fuel. This is where truck stops come in.

Most truck stops are now owned by corporate companies. Your Flying J's, Petros and Pilots. There are many varieties but most of the amenities and, yes, the problems, are the same. Truck stops usually have a restaurant, showers, laundry facilities and a convenience store. The problems with these are usually minimal. The problems I'm referring to usually are the human type; the ones that roam the parking lot.

Though they vary slightly, these people usually come in four main groups: people who steal, people who sell items, people who sell ass and people who beg.

Now, I hate the people who steal. That's a given. There's nothing worse than sitting in Dallas all day due to lack of loads and you have to sit with your curtains drawn so that some thug won't jump up on your running boards and take a peek as to what electronic goodies you might possess. Then he waits until dark and for you to go take a shit or grab some food and breaks your window and takes all of your shit. These guys should be eviscerated with rusty butter knives in the parking lot and be left for dead.

On to the others. I have no problem with people selling stuff, even though it's usually stolen goods. This might seem strange since I dislike the ones who steal; but if it's not stolen from anybody in the parking lot, it's okay by me. I may or may not have bought some pirated video or stolen pornography. I never buy electronics, though. Usually you get a camera box with a brick in it.

I also have no problem with prostitution. Why shouldn't you be able to charge someone for the same thing that you can legally give away for free? I've never used these services, but I still think that they should be there for those who do.

Now, clearly, the worst of these groups is the final one: the beggar. Nothing makes me angrier than to be accosted by people in need. Yes, I'm an asshole; we've already established that fact. I look at the world in the most natural way a human being can: there are the weak, there are the strong. By supporting the weak you are inherently going against nature. Why? Let's take a look.

The whole god question aside, I think that we can all agree on one point: there are rules to this planet and the universe in which it resides. There are no consequences for breaking these rules because it is impossible to break them. Nature wields an iron fist on this planet in order for the rules to remain in affect.

Here's a bit of useless trivia for you: If you broke down the entire population of the planet earth into 100 people representing everyone, 50 would be male, 50 would be female. Why? Because nature likes it that way. Nature has an order for these people, too. Why do Africans die at an alarming rate while Americans continue to thrive? Because, to Nature, Africans are more expendable. They're easy targets to control population levels. They certainly aren't offering anything to the world, despite what bleeding hearts may tell you.

Nature has to kill people. It does it in order to better care for the ones that mean something. The strong must go on. The weak must be extinguished. One is there to define the other. When an entire level of weakness is eradicated, the next level up becomes the weak. It's all very simple.

So, therefore, by supporting the weak you are actually going against Nature's plan. If you hand a bum a dollar and he lives another day because of it, you've just given Nature the finger. And if you give a bum a dollar and then he eats a cheeseburger and, having sated his appetite, then rapes a woman to relieve himself of another urge, you've really told Nature to go fuck herself. That woman now has to live with being raped; or she may kill herself before she can find a way to save humankind from its own blunders. Way to go, stupid.

So the next time some doe-eyed fuck starts to tell you his sob story and asks for money or food or a ride, walk away. Say no. Not only will you keep your money in your pocket but you'll also get a smile from Mother Nature; she's got plans for that bum.