We Truck Louisville

Prologue WE TRUCK, LOUISVILLE Bonnie was driving along I-64, back to home, when the construction work started to seriously slow down the trip with the stopped jumble of cars. She pulled off on the next exit so that she could drive the back roads through the farm country. Most individuals would be afraid of this at night. The area was isolated and full of wolves. In the winter, the wolves would come closer, drawn to the bright lights in the areas where the people lived. Night jogging in eastern Kentucky cities was not popular because the wolves could just walk through the towns. She spotted lights just up ahead. Turning off her headlights, she drove slowly to a pull-off spot. She walked gingerly to see what was happening. Many people were gagged and tied as captives on the ground. A small group of other individuals were stepping on the throats of the captives and using a foot to hold the heads of the captives steady so that they could brand an "L" on their frightened faces. Bonnie could guess that the "L" was for Louisville, where the great Mafia takeover had pushed the landowners off of their property and had impoverished thousands of homeowners. The "L" would be seen by nobody else because the bodies would disappear. Those were the soon-to-be-dead picks from Louisville. The invaders, the illegal narcotics dealers who had trained at drug meets to learn how to rob, swindle, and to murder. She did not turn into a pillar of salt because she had watched those picks being destroyed, like a modern day genocide of the Biblical Sodom and Gomorrah culture. Quietly, she walked back to her car. The police had put in the drugs and had given the Mafia complete control of each company in Kentucky. The cops wanted everybody to join the pick so that they would have to pay the dope protection money. Then the picks were treated like ground hamburger. The police would lock up who they wanted and torture who they wanted. Many people had just joined the pick to be safe, but the gang lifestyle was only an endless cycle of abuse. A no-win situation with a gang of thieves. A society would only improve with people advancing to a better way of life, if there were helpful individuals in a nurturing environment without thieves. Her life and her people had been ruined by the dope gangs. The truckers had yelled in protest of the Mafia takeover when they had driven through Louisville, Kentucky. The drivers had changed their routes so that they could drive through the city and scream, "We truck, Louisville." They wanted the city streets to run red with the blood of the drug dealing invaders. She took a sip of buttermilk, ate a bite of catfish with cornbread, and then drove on. Bonnie was cold in the freezing weather and wanted to get home to Carl Silas and warmth.