I WAS JUST AT THE GROCERY STORE HERE IN TOWN TALKING WITH STORE MANAGER, SHE IS AWARE OF THE VIRUS…. PSYOP
ANYWAY, SHE GOT A PHONE CALL FROM ONE OF THE FOOD DELIVERY TRUCK DRIVERS.
HE WAS CALLING HER TO GIVE A HEADS UP. HE STATED FOLLOWING INFO FROM RELIABLE SOURCE (I BELIEVE I OVER HEARD FROM SENATOR) NATIONAL SHUTDOWN OF EVERYTHING EXCEPT GROCERY STORES AND GAS STATIONS TO GO INTO EFFECT AT 3:30 PM TODAY
Undoutably, truck stops will remain open, drivers will have full amenities available., except sit down restaurants. They are going to take this all the way, there is something these monsters arent telling us, I can smell it
glad you got this Mark, I had sent to your phone as well…
funny, just before I went to the grocery store I was at gas station and filled up two 5 gallon gas cans
I’m 57 years old
My country has had me bail out corporations twice
I’ve watched towers fall, seen wars start and never end
Mass fake shootings but the real shootings don’t get press
A virus ( or scam ) threatens the globe and too many are worried about Co-pays , deductibles and mortgage payments
Am I still wrong for wanting a dam Revolution?
No baby you are not wrong. We will kill without mercy as many as we can because we must!
I grow weary with the bull$hit from the mafia corporation but my resolve is stronger with each and every lie they tell !!!!
Precisely
I like “Shit Fight”!
Tired of their shit, and ready to fight!
The truck drivers in the our community now become a valuable resource, do the right thing and stay on your toes, our people are depending on our valuable unique position to relay what we see out here, probably won’t be much, but more than anybody else.
Relay, everything you see and take pictures, dont be shy about it either.
Get the pictures to Henry and Laura as soon as possible, dont sit on anything long, God only knows what’s coming next.
I’ve already been assigned a new load. Oregon to Salt Lake, all seems normal as usual to me here, drivers are rolling, as we are the life line.
Drive safe, dont try and break any speed records, be smart, there is no hurry at this point, dont be a super trucker and show us how fast your trucks are either..
Slow the hell down…
How correct you are ! I am a tactic…..66 year old lady, pretty fit but I will bring out a few of my props…..cane, walker etc. you get what I’m saying 🙂
YEAH!!!
liberty tools mary
LOVE YOU TRUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey John
I know damn well your family is in good hands, I feel sorry for the poor slobs that try anything funny at or near your place man. LMAO!
BTW, I JUST CALL IT THE SHIT HOLE! LMAO… I WOULDNT WALK MY DOG IN NEWARK OR JERSEY CITY.
Damn good pizza though…
Alot of these new drivers out here like to haul ass, think they’re driving a ferrari, this worries me.
BUT YEAH, EYES AND EARS BROTHER!
Our people here rock man, proud as hell of every goddamned one of them. Hell, we’ve all known each other for friggen 10 years or more!
3:30 what time zone? Thanks mary. I was out when you called, just got in.
assuming central
I was just informed by a friend in DENTON, TX ‘shelter in place’ extended until MAY 20 for DALLAS, TX
https://www.dallasobserver.com/news/dallas-county-extends-coronavirus-shelter-in-place-11897139
If this “2020 vision” has shown anything, it is that McCarthy was on to something.
The communist in charge of this State has extended the cower in place till May the 4th, be with you.
At the store today, they have you line-up outside, so as not to exceed the maximum capacity of bodies/sq.ft. horseshit. The “social distancing” dots spraypainted on the pavement outside are red. I noticed that and said for everybody to hear, “They painted the dots Communist Red at least!” One guy gently chuckled.
We are screwed. They’re here.
I feel like one of the wild hogs in this story.
THE WILD AND FREE PIGS OF OKEFENOKEE SWAMP
Based on a telling by George Gordon
Some years ago, about 1900, an old trapper from North Dakota hitched up some horses to his Studebaker wagon, packed a few possessions — especially his traps — and drove south.
Several weeks later he stopped in a small town just north of the Okefenokee Swamp in Georgia.
It was a Saturday morning — a lazy day — when he walked into the general store. Sitting around the pot-bellied stove were seven or eight of the town’s local citizens.
The traveler spoke. “Gentlemen, could you direct me to the Okefenokee Swamp?”
Some of the old-timers looked at him like he was crazy.
“You must be a stranger in these parts,” they said.
“I am. I’m from North Dakota,” said the stranger.
“In the Okefenokee Swamp are thousands of wild hogs.” one old man explained. “A man who goes into the swamp by himself asks to die!”
He lifted up his leg. “I lost half my leg here, to the pigs of the swamp.”
Another old fellow said, “Look at the cuts on me; look at my arm bit off!”
“Those pigs have been free since the Revolution, eating snakes and rooting out roots and fending for themselves for over a hundred years. They’re wild and they’re dangerous. You can’t trap them. No man dare go into the swamp by himself.”
Every man nodded his head in agreement.
The old trapper said, “Thank you so much for the warning. Now could you direct me to the swamp?”
They said, “Well, yeah, it’s due south — straight down the road.”
But they begged the stranger not to go, because they knew he’d meet a terrible fate.
He said, “Sell me ten sacks of corn, and help me load it in the wagon.” And they did.
Then the old trapper bid them farewell and drove on down the road. The townsfolk thought they’d never see him again.
Two weeks later the man came back. He pulled up to the general store, got down off the wagon, walked in and bought ten more sacks of corn.
After loading it up he went back down the road toward the swamp.
Two weeks later he returned and again bought ten sacks of corn.
This went on for a month. And then two months, and three.
Every week or two the old trapper would come into town on a Saturday morning, load up ten sacks of corn, and drive off south into the swamp.
The stranger soon became a legend in the little village and the subject of much speculation. People wondered what kind of devil had possessed this man, that he could go into the Okefenokee by himself and not be consumed by the wild and free hogs.
One morning the man came into town as usual. Everyone thought he wanted more corn.
He got off the wagon and went into the store where the usual group of men were gathered around the stove. He took off his gloves.
“Gentlemen,” he said, “I need to hire about ten or fifteen wagons. I need twenty or thirty men.”
“I have six thousand hogs out in the swamp, penned up, and they’re all hungry. I’ve got to get them to market right away.”
“You’ve WHAT in the swamp?” asked the storekeeper, incredulously.
“I have six thousand hogs penned up. They haven’t eaten for two or three days, and they’ll starve if I don’t get back there to feed and take care of them.”
One of the old-timers said, “You mean you’ve captured the wild hogs of the Okefenokee?”
“That’s right.”
“How did you do that? What did you do?” the men urged, breathlessly.
One of them exclaimed, “But I lost my arm!”
“I lost my brother!” cried another.
“I lost my leg to those wild boars!” chimed a third.
The trapper said, “Well, the first week I went in there they were wild all right.”
“They hid in the undergrowth and wouldn’t come out. I dared not get off the wagon.”
“So I spread corn along behind the wagon. Every day I’d spread a sack of corn.”
“The old pigs would have nothing to do with it.”
“But the younger pigs decided that it was easier to eat free corn than it was to root out roots and catch snakes. So the very young began to eat the corn first.”
“I did this every day. Pretty soon, even the old pigs decided that it was easier to eat free corn.”
“After all, they were all free; they were not penned up. They could run off in any direction they wanted at any time.”
“The next thing was to get them used to eating in the same place all the time. So I selected a clearing, and I started putting the corn in the clearing.”
“At first they wouldn’t come to the clearing. It was too far. It was too open. It was a nuisance to them.”
“But the very young decided that it was easier to take the corn in the clearing than it was to root out roots and catch their own snakes. And not long thereafter, the older pigs also decided that it was easier to come to the clearing every day.”
“And so the pigs learned to come to the clearing every day to get their free corn.”
“They could still subsidize their diet with roots and snakes and whatever else they wanted. After all, they were all free. They could run in any direction at any time. There were no bounds upon them.”
“The next step was to get them used to fence posts.”
“So I put fence posts all the way around the clearing. I put them in the underbrush so that they wouldn’t get suspicious or upset.”
“After all, they were just sticks sticking up out of the ground, like the trees and the brush. The corn was there every day. It was easy to walk in between the posts, get the corn, and walk back out.”
“This went on for a week or two. Shortly they became very used to walking into the clearing, getting the free corn, and walking back out through the fence posts.”
“The next step was to put one rail down at the bottom. I also left a few openings, so that the older, fatter pigs could walk through the openings and the younger pigs could easily jump over just one rail.”
“After all, it was no real threat to their freedom or independence. They could always jump over the rail and flee in any direction at any time.”
“Now I decided that I wouldn’t feed them every day. I began to feed them every other day.”
“On the days I didn’t feed them the pigs still gathered in the clearing. They squealed, and they grunted, and they begged and pleaded with me to feed them.”
“But I only fed them every other day. And I put a second rail around the posts.”
“Now the pigs became more and more desperate for food. Because now they were no longer used to going out and digging their own roots and finding their own food. They now needed me. They needed my corn every other day.”
“So I trained them that I would feed them every day if they came in through a gate. And I put up a third rail around the fence.”
“But it was still no great threat to their freedom, because there were several gates and they could run in and out at will.”
“Finally I put up the fourth rail.”
“Then I closed all the gates but one, and I fed them very, very well.”
“Yesterday I closed the last gate. And today I need you to help me take these pigs to market.”
BAM!!!! that would have taken me 3 hours to type that out 🙂
Copy and paste, my fave.
Oh yeah, there is that 🙂
But first, will you join me in a game of this little piggy went to the market? 🙂
As long as I don’t have to stand in line on commie red dots at the market.
I’ve been standing inside alot of blue taped off boxes lately at truck stop counter areas, I gotta tell ya man, this shit sucks.
They use the color blue to not offend you. They got this shit figured down to the infinitum.
Hope your doing well.. house payments dont pay themselves..
My brother in Illinois said the Walmart in his area only allows so many inside the store at one time. When a customer exits the next person in line (waiting outside) may proceed to enter. My question: Why would anyone tolerate this? It’s not like it is the only store in town. But then these ARE the people under house arrest taking orders from their television.
“The communist in charge of this State has extended the cower in place till May the 4th, be with you.”
Many communists in many states have done the same, unlawfully and with the intent of sheltering the head communist, Donald J Trump, from the blatant violations of the absolute ratified law for the united States of the Americas, hence incarcerating hundreds of millions of American nationals without due process of the law.
See, this isn’t a democrat or republican thing, because these are only private secret societies. It is about committing the high crime of treason and sedition from the very top to the very bottom and pretending you are not a criminal that, considering the magnitude of your crime, demands the people’s militia actions against you to enforce the law.
That c-ksucker Trump that has five trademarks in communist China, which he could not have unless he was an international communist, is not one tiny bit different than any other f-king communist, right down to the filthy hippies in antifa, who do his bidding.
The story is okay, but a bit long winded. How to chum in wild hogs to catch them is certainly no secret and the procedure does not bedazzle me in any way.
Here is another way to catch wild hogs:
https://youtu.be/y0ss6gCPNs4
🙂
Makes me hungry!