About a week ago a guy in sparkling clean 4WD F250 Superduty that featured stickers of a punisher skull, Black Rifle Coffee Co, something about liberal tears, and of course, Trump 24, and had never seen anything rougher than asphalt made a point to speed up when I was coming off the highway on-ramp in my Maverick, and gave me the finger when I merged in behind him.
I got a look at him, and his whole life revealed itself. This man is 5'9", overweight, divorced, and has a permanent cowlick from the strap of his CPAP. He's borderline diabetic, struggling with his blood pressure and drinks too much. His ex-wife hates him, his kids give him lip, his boss is riding his ass, and he spends 2 hours of his life every day in traffic at 11MPG creeping to and from his tract house where he lives alone in one distant suburb to his job in another suburb on the other side of town, where he works alone. He's 2 months behind on the truck payment about a year into a 7 year note, his ARM just went up, and he's currently a little light on cash because "a woman he met online" got him to buy her a plane ticket here but she didn't show because "she got sick" and now she's not returning his text messages. He's an old 45, going on 60, and he's got his nose pressed up against the glass of a good life that seems to available to everybody but him.
in other words, his problem is Joe Biden.