Truck-Driving & King David

   
   "Truck-Driving & King David"
   
   Being a voyager, or even worse--a freaking pilot of an automobile making the attempt to transcend an eighteen-wheeler is strictly intense; thus, get a muscle car, or pass with as much macho muster available; next, hug the outer, surrounding line, and be on your merry way.
   Or you can hug a truck.  Get behind the eighteen-wheeler and do the turtle dance of a mere seventy miles-per-hour; specifically, you'll make innocent and decent time.  But with navigation systems speaking robotically to us, doing all the thinking, shit--this is trans-humanism.  But what the freaking hell.  Plug it into the brain--in the next score of years; then:  downloading Ivy League Education, approximately twelve minute.  Moreover:  downloading Bush League Education, an estimated thirty seconds; plus, you get to drink and carnally engage sorority sisters in the virtual sludge match.  It's cool though.  
   We disintegrate our heroes--slay them actually; then, we build new models, yet your iPhone 5 still dreams lest you demolish its technological wizardry.
   But of King David--and a bard on the CB Radio would he be, back in the SMOKEY AND THE BANDIT days, outpacing a singular, monstrous gravity-sucking eighteen-wheeler with vociferous verse and the pure energy of a Holy Spirit, dictating:  (PSALMS 31:24)  "Be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the Lord."
   And I still wish Jack Burton was driving . . .