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How Can You Say that the Car Service Driver Got What Was Coming to Him? [Fiction]

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I just do not believe my ears, but then as often as I do not believe my eyes, I am not surprised.

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The L— driver was wrong. He took a match to stick of dynamite and blames the dynamite when it blows up in his face.

The passenger who had asked to be taken to Mount Sinai Hospital in Queens was obviously in distress, was in no condition to be rational, was asking for the driver to drive faster, and then when the driver sarcastically says, “I can’t . . . Don’t you see the traffic,” the passenger then uses vulgar language to say the driver could move into the right lane, to which the driver then says, very dis-compassionately, “If you are going to be disrespectful, I’m going to pull over.”

Pull over!? What is the driver, twelve? That’s what you say to a man who is agitated and irrational because he is in pain and distress? Questions beget more questions; no one is innocent here.

The passenger’s condition should have been clear and would have been clear to any man with sensitivity for another human in distress; no matter how seemingly polite the driver was being (and I am not one who sees the driver as polite), he was disconnected from being humane, from being able to be bigger, only allowing himself to stand on the need for hyper-correcteness, born of his self-involvement? his self-aggrandizement? Perhaps from having been told too many times when he did not deserve to be told . . . you are special?

The man-child driver could not tolerate what the man was saying, which was what? You can pull into the fucking right lane. If the driver is so sensitive, suffering an emotional hemophilia inherited from a generational myopia born of a self-involvement, ripe with the DNA of solipsism and subjectivity qua subjectivity . . . I’m sick. I would have punched him, maybe more viciously than the passenger did, and I still think the passenger let the driver off the hook.

The driver got what was coming to him, some could say, would say if . . . might not say because they want to deny the legitimacy of violence. But perhaps the passenger could have waited until he got to the hospital then punched the driver in the face when he was looking because I still don’t like the piece of shit driver. Simple.

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This opinion here is misanthropic, perhaps, to some; but the driver was detached from human connection, and without compassion for a man obviously hurting, as anyone could see viewing the video. The driver was unable to weather from the passenger what any Man, if a man, should have been able to understand immediately . . . that the passenger’s distress and pain was great. How could he not have just cut the passenger some slack.

Yes, there are many things I could say about the driver that I learned on Brooklyn street corners, and just because we did not feast on each other and tear each other to shreds like rats in a box as some did in other neighborhoods does not mean I did not grow up on Brooklyn streets, does not mean I did not face one or two assholes with a gun or some other asshole with a knife, or some punk weasel piece of shit who should have had his teeth knocked out or his nose broken just to understand his mealy mouthed self-absorption should not be tolerated; yes I did smack the shit out of enough in my time in Brooklyn, with full respect for our diversity, a multicultural array of smack down of one or another assholes with a chip on his shoulder.

I would like to say that we should demand that Power let the People police themselves, but I do know where this could lead; yet I am unwilling to say that I know where it will lead. 

There are too many words from the street I could use for the L— driver, but he did get what was coming to him, as far as I am concerned. I think the passenger let him off the hook seeing that the driver was the one who was monstrously disrespectful . . . and that’s the kicker–I think the driver was disrespectful, first when he was sarcastic to the passenger, and then when he was all about himself in his pretend indignation by saying to man who needed to go to the hospital, I’ll pullover if you keep cursing.

“Fuck him! What an asshole, what a punk,” the brother of a friend of a friend said when I had told them the story . . . and politique does keep me from saying more.

Any of you who ever hung out on any city street corner knows exactly what he should be called, what he is, how little respect you should pay this whiny boy . . . I don’t know when emotional hemophilia became the default denotation for sensitive or for humane?

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Written by jvr

June 17, 2019 at 11:19 pm

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