My new best friend, Paul Carpenter, hates truckers. We may have to break up.
Salena Laterra, of The Daily Rant, sent me a link to an article Mr. Carpenter wrote this past weekend. According to his article, the trucking industry should be forced to make things safer. He also stated that fuel taxes weren’t fair and truckers should pay 9,600 times more for tax per gallon than the general public. Mr. Carpenter obviously makes a ton of money, because I’m wondering how this idiot thinks anyone is going to be able to afford to eat when a company has to pay more than the goods are worth to get them to the consumers. I can assure you if the Waltons don’t stand to bank on a item sold on the shelves of Walmart, it won’t be readily available.
This is nothing new for Carpenter. He’s actually a very accomplished man, and served this country in the Air Force until 1965, when he was honorably discharged and went to work in the nuclear power field, where he had an unfortunate accident and his brain was irradiated by an evil trucker. That’s probably not accurate, but I lost interest in his story way back at 1965, so I was forced to do something to keep you reading.
Anyway, Carpenter isn’t anything new and his game is pretty stale. He riles people up to improve his Google Anaylitic numbers every couple of months, and then spends his time bitching about everything from people who don’t want school uniforms to tattoos. He and I are actually a lot alike, except I don’t hate truckers. He calls himself a Libertarian, and if I were going to associate myself with any political vermin, it would probably be them. He likes to bitch and moan a lot, and well, so do I. You can see how we would hit it off.
Here’s where we differ.
I would never in a million years use the tragedy of a lost human life to improve my numbers. I wouldn’t consider using phrases like, “Murphy burned to death or choked to death from smoke,” for the simple shock value. We all saw the pictures, Carpenter, we know how the guy died and it was awful and those phrases were unnecessary and gratuitous.
When my daughter was seven years old, her biological father was killed in a tragic car wreck. He ran his car off into a swamp and drowned. It was bad enough telling my child that her dad was dead, but when she got a copy of the newspaper that had his obituary in it, a hack like Carpenter had written an article about her father’s accident and used the same, awful, gratuitous language about how he likely suffered and drowned alone in a dark swamp. I had no idea the article was in the paper, and when my kid found the article and read it, it destroyed her world. Mr. Murphy had a family, and his family doesn’t need to relive the pain he endured for someone’s ratings numbers, or anything else, for that matter.
I fully intended to dissect his article and insert the pertinent information he neglected to mention. As a matter of fact, I spent the last two days collecting information to educate Mr. Carpenter with. When I sat down to do a final edit of this article I realized that Carpenter knows all these statistics, and he’s known them since he started his war with the industry years ago. He simply doesn’t care to produce viable, unbiased statistics. He uses all the same websites I used to gather this info. I will say that legalinfo.com is a pretty poor source for unbiased information, unless you or someone you loved have been injured in a trucking accident. I stick with the more reliable sites, like, oh, I don’t know, the US Department of Labor, which listed the median income of a truck driver to be $38,200.00 a year. And yes, at $38k a year, I can imagine a lot of people would squeal if you tried to cut their pay. It’s barely a living wage anymore.
I’ve done exactly what Mr. Carpenter wants by mentioning him and giving him attention. I realize this, and I will say this is the one and only time he will get a post dedicated to him because I’m going to do what we all should do and forget he ever existed. The government he appeals to for copious regulation on anything and everything is ignoring him, we should too. He has nothing to offer but negativity, and frankly, I got enough of that swirling around without his help.
So this is goodbye, Paul. I’d love to say I’ll miss you, but I won’t. Bless your heart.