Lemme get a pair of waders, because this is DEEP.
But to address a point made by someone who can actually think, I have no desire to "grind the country to a halt." When I drive around here and there, I see trucks all the time. Almost all of them drive at (or, quite commonly, over) the posted speed limits. That is true even when I am driving on a highway that has only one lane in each direction (e.g., most of California Highway 12 between Rio Vista and Lodi).
How many are running 60MPH up, say, The Grapevine? Or any other long grade? Trucks lose speed, sometimes lots of speed, on grades. It's simple physics.
Almost the only trucks that impede the flow of traffic are dilapidated rust-buckets like Jarlaxle's "work truck". And even then, only when they are driven by people like Jarlaxle who are convinced that no one else matters.
My work truck runs highway speeds (governed at 65) easily...like any truck, it loses speed on grades when loaded, and like all medium-duties, it accelerates ponderously. It takes something in the range of a quarter mile to reach highway speeds from a stop.
Of course, all long-haul deliveries should be done by rail, not by truck.
Impractical in many cases...and many deliveries ARE done by rail.
But that would interfere with Jarlaxle's having anonymous sex with other truckers at rest stops. And considering that that is his only sexual outlet, that would be a bad thing: He would take the next step in his moral devolution and become a sexually sadistic serial killer.
Gratuitous personal attack serving no purpose save to illustrate Ange's damaged mind.
Jarlaxle epitomizes the total absence of morality
This is REALLY getting deep. Let me switch the hip waders for a set of chest-high waders.
He has no empathy. Hence his publicly stated position that if he were to encounter someone lying on the sidewalk beaten, bleeding, and desperate for help, he would simply walk on by; and to him, that would be the right thing to do.
I have damned little empathy for most people. I will call 911, anything more simply is not worth the risk.
But Jarlaxle is a different kettle of fish. When we deal with him, we are not dealing with immorality -- a moral sense gone completely haywire -- but with amorality. When we deal with Jarlaxle, we are not dealing with a misguided or defective (or whatever) moral sense; we are dealing with the complete absence of any moral sense at all.
Projection. Seek professional help.
If we ever read about Jarlaxle in the national newspapers, it will probably be because he has kidnapped, raped, tortured, and murdered a host of young women (or young men or boys or girls or little old nuns or wherever his depraved tastes may take him). And when he is asked why he did it, his only answer will be, delivered with a pseudo-superior smirk, that he felt like it.
Something you want to confess to, Ange? Seek professional help.
I may be crazy, but Jarlaxle is dangerous. Were I his neighbor, I would be building an electric fence
Were you my neighbor, I'd probably be calling a realtor. Well...that, or cutting firewood with a chainsaw, cutting my lawn, running my weed-wacker & leaf blower, and tuning my Gremlin with the header caps off at about 7:30am.
dales wrote:Oh boy
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Yeah, pretty much.
Treat Gaza like Carthage.