I think I saw a terrorist !

[Hog's Gone Fishin]

As I was driving home from Arkansas going down I-40 just west of Oklahoma City I was passing a semi truck. I looked over into the cab and the driver was wearing a turbine and had a big beard. Taliban clone. Ok, this may not raise too many red flags but what I saw next did. As I pulled ahead I kept looking at him and he glanced over at me. I looked into his eyes and what I saw was horrific. He had an angry look. A mindless look . A look that he was on a mission and the mission was to destroy me, my family and all of the free world .

A feeling came over me that I cannot explain. I felt helpless but felt if I didn't do something I may feel guilty the rest of my life for not intervening. What did he have in his truck I thought to my self and where was he going with it. What should I do. I must doing something to head this off. Thoughts raced through my mind.

OK, I have a pretty big truck, I could run him off the road , No, that would endanger my family. I could follow him into the next truck stop and offer him a bacon sandwich, if he accepts I know he's OK. So, I rolled down my window and yelled at him, "Where ya headed". He yelled back "Denver". So I just gave him the thumbs up and drove on in.

Was that profiling ?

[acesn8s]

Originally Posted by Hog Farmer

As I was driving home from Arkansas going down I-40 just west of Oklahoma City I was passing a semi truck. I looked over into the cab and the driver was wearing a turbine and had a big beard. Taliban clone. Ok, this may not raise too many red flags but what I saw next did. As I pulled ahead I kept looking at him and he glanced over at me. I looked into his eyes and what I saw was horrific. He had an angry look. A mindless look . A look that he was on a mission and the mission was to destroy me, my family and all of the free world .

A feeling came over me that I cannot explain. I felt helpless but felt if I didn't do something I may feel guilty the rest of my life for not intervening. What did he have in his truck I thought to my self and where was he going with it. What should I do. I must doing something to head this off. Thoughts raced through my mind.

OK, I have a pretty big truck, I could run him off the road , No, that would endanger my family. I could follow him into the next truck stop and offer him a bacon sandwich, if he accepts I know he's OK. So, I rolled down my window and yelled at him, "Where ya headed". He yelled back "Denver". So I just gave him the thumbs up and drove on in.

Was that profiling ?

Sounds like a taxi cab driver hauling a bunch of Mexicans, group rate style.