***uckers

 

Risk

***uckers

Spud and the Big Guy

By Stephen L. Wilmeth

 

            Growing up my mom and dad always told us if you can’t say something nice don’t say anything at all (so) here’s what I have to say about Joe Biden … poor Joe Biden, bless his heart.

                                                                               ~ Kay Ivey, Governor of Alabama

            As always, Charlie was on time.

Those Harrell trucks came idling up through the washboard and the dust of the county road as if they had practiced this routine many times. The calves got loaded with little fanfare and were headed south to the freeway by 2:30 on their way to full feed bunks and good water in Clovis. Over the next six hours, I heard from Charlie at least three times. We had a calf we had pulled early due the condition of his mother, that kept getting down in the truck. Charlie was worried and wanted me in the loop.

The operative word was conscientious.

Risk

How many of you have been witnessing trucks headed west loaded with beehives?

They are all headed to California to participate in an annual story of success or failure. Almond bloom is forthcoming, and pollination is key to the ability of that state’s growers to produce, harvest, process, and get this coming year’s crop out to the world. The magic day of about February 16 is when almonds there (at least south of Madera) are starting to reach full bloom. Bees must be present at that time to assure pollination. Up to 2,000,000 hives must be being transported and staged for this all important ritual.

The logistics are immense.

Trucks are vital to get this done and the net covered tractor trailer rigs now being witnessed in huge numbers are on the clock. The process cannot be accomplished without those carriers, without those drivers, and without all the infrastructure that makes it all possible.

Every one of them shares a link to the brotherhood of fellow truckers that makes this country work. You can bet the world, too, that those truckers will not have to go very deep into their ranks to know drivers sitting on those icy streets and highways leading into Ottawa, Canada in protest to the vaccine mandates that have been imposed by these two governments.

It is interesting watching this. From the heartland the freighters are being cheered. From the liberal, secular luxury boxes, they are being denigrated.  They are characterized as ruffians, rednecks, and domestic terrorists.

For Heaven’s sake, they are even bringing their loud trucks and kielbasa grills right into the midst of governance.

Spud and the Big Guy

Justin (the little potato, aka, Spud) Trudeau is the poster child of political aristocracy. The elder son of the union of Pierre Trudeau and one of his wives, Margaret Sinclair, Spud is the second youngest prime minister in Canada’s history. He has literally been in or around the state house since he was born (his father was prime minister at the time of his birth). That makes him only the second child to be born to a sitting prime minister, and the first Canadian to be the child or other relative of a previous holder of the post. Following his second college degree in 1998, he taught school for a couple of years only to relocate back to Montreal in 2002. That was the only time he held a job that didn’t qualify as appointed chairs and directorships of non-profits, party posts, and NGO’s. As for a real job, he certainly had no experience driving a truck in Canadian winters, but he has been photographed wearing what could have been a 1997 era cowboy hat.

He is a highest order progressive.

His counterpart south of the border entered the chambers of the U.S, Senate in 1973 when Spud was two years old. The Big Guy, as referenced by his son Hunter, was ensconced there until he became vice president in 2009 through 2017 culminating a span of 44 years without ever signing the front side of a payroll check. Claiming to have a zero net worth on the day he left the office of vice president, records show he was worth at least $9,000,000 four years later and unemployed. In January 2021, he took the oath of office becoming what the archives refer to as the 46^th president of the United States.

The Big Guy rode the rough stock events this week.

There is no need to rehash the cataclysms under his seance, but it is interesting to observe the comments leaking from various talking heads as he shuffles and mumbles his way through dull edged explanations.

One observation suggested he was either a liar without remorse, a compulsive liar with no control over it, or someone in serious mental decline who can’t remember six months ago.

After another handicapped Lester Holt badminton match with him, another commentator wrote that he was barely there, he (Biden) confuses Ukraine for Iraq and Afghanistan. Soon, he will confuse whatever location in his head for Canada.

Of course, Spud could completely misunderstand that while joyously thinking The Big Guy is just trying to help him besmirch these native born ***uckers as domestic terrorists. Both leaders have no clue. Little do they realize what is at stake with these folks who have chosen to defend our freedom. These are the citizens who actually keep the pantries, the warehouses, and the fuel tanks of our countries stocked and filled. They are the ones putting their freedom, their careers, and their safety at risk in their stance to put an end to this outrageous hoax.

The truth is … Spud and the Big Guy are neither smart nor rational enough to realize these patriots have them by their vaxxed knackers if they elect to tighten the vise.

 

Stephen L. Wilmeth is a rancher from southern New Mexico. “In yet another Chinese involvement, the back story Little Potato Trudeau is revealed. If you are interested in it, Google it.”