I was sitting at a long stop light yesterday, thinking about what I would do to keep busy during retirement, minding my own business and patiently waiting for one of the few traffic lights to turn green, even though there was no on-coming traffic.

            An old Nissan full of bearded, young, loud Islamic extremists shouting Anti-American slogans, with a half-burned American Flag duct-taped on the trunk of their car, and a "Remember 9-11" slogan spray painted on the side, stopped next to me.

            Suddenly they yelled, "Allah Akbar!  Praise Allah!  Death to America!" and took off before the light changed.  Out of nowhere an 18-wheeler truck came speeding through the intersection and ran directly over their car, crushing it completely and killing everyone in it.

            For several minutes I sat in my car thinking to myself, "Man . . .that could have been me!”

            So today, bright and early, I went out and got a job as a truck driver.