Good Friday, Good Trucker

Written by Joseph A Olson PE on April 10, 2020. Posted in Current News

Good Friday in 2014 began with excitement for my two granddaughters, my very pregnant daughter and myself, with an early morning rendezvous and tour of several picturesque central Texas towns.

It was late afternoon when we entered a construction zone on a major freeway.  This section of highway had been under construction for years, with a very poor traffic management plan and multiple fatalities.  As the roadway narrowed to two lanes, with 3 ft high concrete temporary barriers on each side, I cautioned my daughter, “This is very dangerous area, keep extra distance from the car in front of us”

Within seconds there was a loud crash of metal and a small economy car slid past us on top of the concrete barrier, with sparks flying.  We got past the construction zone and pulled off on the shoulder.  An eighteen wheeler, towing a trailer with a large diesel backhoe and diesel skid-steer pulled off on the inside median.

I was one of the first to the accident scene.  The left rear trunk and fender had been pushed up to the driver’s seat, and there were two foot high flames pouring from the trunk floor.  There was a line of spilt diesel fuel a foot wide, from the burning wreck to a giant puddle under the parked truck and trailer.

The truck driver came running up with a 20 pound portable fire extinguisher and gave a fruitless 20 second burst at the flames.  By this time, the eastbound traffic behind us was gridlocked, the west bound slowed to 10 mph by rubber-neckers. It was obvious that rescue vehicles were not going to arrive on time.

The wrecked car was in the outer lane, the inner lane was strewn with debris from the two other cars that were rear ended in the collision.  Those two cars had pulled off next to my daughter’s car, leaving a possible exit for the gridlocked east bound traffic.

I looked to the east and saw dozens of truckers, and I knew that the DOT required each to carry a portable fire extinguisher.  I kicked the debris out of way to clear a lane, grabbed the empty fire extinguisher from the offending trucker.

I held the fire extinguisher up and waved eastbound traffic forward, holding the empty extinguisher up.  For every dozen passenger cars that drove past, there was an eighteen wheeler that stopped, gave me an extinguisher and blocked traffic, while I pushed the spray nozzle into the holes in the trunk, directly foam at the burning gas tank.  After a half dozen donations from truckers, a SUV pulling a boat westbound, stopped on the median and offered his boats extinguisher.

I had a line of a dozen empty extinguishers along the traffic barrier, when the first Sheriff’s department vehicle arrived on the west side.  I told him of the situation and he gave me the two extinguishers from the back of his patrol car.  There was still a foot high trickle of flame still rising from the trunk.  I directed the nozzle, gave a brief burst and white smoke rose, and the flames were out.

All this time, other citizen rescue teams were prying uselessly on the jammed doors, trying to free the mother and young daughter still trapped inside.  Confident that the fire would not restart, I asked the deputy if I could stop eastbound traffic, allowing the rescue teams to counter-flow from the now empty eastbound lane.

It had been 20 minutes from the 911 call to the first sheriff response.  Another few minutes passed, and the ambulance and EMT crews arrived.  Then fire trucks blocked off a section of freeway for a Life Flight helicopter to land.

When the jaws-of-life team arrived, I knew there was nothing more we could do at this time.  My daughter was eight months pregnant and very much in need of a restroom visit.  We gave our information to the DPS troopers and exited for the nearest grocery store.  Several local television stations interviewed my daughter.

The trucker was found to be going 70 mph in a 55 mph zone, while texting on his cell phone.  The mother and daughter had severe head injuries, and recovered, as much as one can from this type of event. The young boy on the driver side, rear seat never had a chance.

While a bad trucker caused this tragedy, no credit was ever given to the dozen good truckers, and truck company owners who donated the $25 fire extinguishers that spared a Good Friday inferno.  On Monday morning I called our local blabber mouth, radio talking head to thank these good truckers.  I was on hold for two hours before he disconnected me.

I had called this echo chamber station one time and disagreed with the host and was berated after I hung up, on one of many subjects that he is both opinionated and ignorant.

I had met with a half dozen Breitbart reporters over the years and contacted them, wanting to express gratitude for the good truckers.  Two reporters interviewed me for twenty minutes, but no video or written report was ever made.  This would likely have remained an untold story, except for the enormous sacrifice we are being forced to make for Good Friday 2020.  For us there is Crucifixion of our way of life, but no Resurrection in sight.

We are being told, by the most demonic forces on the planet that our current pandemic pandemonium is caused by a bowl of WuFlu bat stew.  We are being told by lying magic medicine men that quinine, a natural antiviral, used by native tribes for a millennium, and proven effective on hundreds of WuFlu victims, is a harmful toxin.  These same authority figures have claimed that mandatory for life, Carbon Dioxide is a toxin.

We are told by the Voodoo Vaccine crime syndicate that there can be NO return to normal until their expensive magic tincture has been forced on all humanity.  Even then, we will be forced into “social distance” self confinement.  We can only have virtual reality concerts, virtual reality nightclubs and virtual reality dancing.

I am not writing this for self aggrandizement. Knowing that I did all I could to save two lives is thanks enough for me.  I am writing to thank the good truckers who really saved those lives that day.

I am writing to the good truckers that are providing the food and supplies we need during this current time of preplanned crisis [1].  I am writing for all the world’s Christians who have suffer for so long, and are now denied this most sacred day.

I am writing to expose the governmental and institutional evil that for too long, we have allowed to metastasize into a malicious government that is, OF the psychopaths, BY the psychopaths and FOR the psychopaths.

We have a government that has lied to us about every war, about JFK, MLK, RFK, HIV, 9/11 [2] and now their own bio-weapon, WuFlu planned-demic [3].  It is time to resurrect our businesses, our social networks and our Constitution.  If we need to burn a few demons at the stake, I’m good with that.

[1] Rockefeller Pandemic Planning Conference,  Operation Dark Winter, 2001, Scenario for Future Technology, 2010,  Clade X Pandemic Exercise, 2018, Event 201, Oct 2019

[2] “Unequivocal 9/11 Nukes” at principia-australia.org

[3] “Pandemics Are PERSONAL” at principia-scientific.org

About the author: Joseph A Olson, PE is a retired Texan engineer and impassioned science writer with over 100 major civil engineering and climate-related articles to his name. He is a co-founder of the ‘Slayers’ group of climate skeptics, co-author of their book, Slaying the Sky Dragon: Death of the Greenhouse Gas Theory and co-founder of Principia Scientific International.

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