Remember the Idaho man who got sweet payback against a couple that left dog shit on his lawn a couple months ago? He's nabbed himself another piece of vigilante justice, this time against the KKK, earning the deserved title "King of Revenge."
Here's the story, in baldandoldinIdaho's own words, of how his beautiful resort town became plagued by Aryan white supremacists.
Five or six of them decide that what really needed to be protested was a Mexican food truck on one of the major routes here in town. They don their robes and pointy caps, black instead of white for some reason, and gather between the truck and the street with their signs and witty protest chants, probably related to stealing our jobs or some such crap. Now my mother was Hispanic which means, well, I am too so I feel a certain protective connection with them plus who doesn't love Mexican food truck burritos.
Nobody. The answer is nobody in their right mind doesn't love Mexican food truck burritos.
This is where our narrator makes a really great case for investing in a Chevy Suburban with over size tires.
I'm heading along, opposite side of the road, when I spot them. Fate was on my side as it had just gotten warm enough to melt the significant amount of snow that we had into a combination of freezing water and slush that filled both curbs on the road. I lay on the horn as I'm approaching them, they probably thought it was in support of their righteous cause because all of them turn towards the road to wave to me. Oh but no this wasn't support, this was my clever ploy to get them all facing the road. A slight veer to the right, about six inches from the curb, a little gas and game over.
The results were more than I could have hoped for. It looked like something out of a cartoon. The slush and water arched over the curb in a solid sheet like some sort of justice tsunami and hit all of them right at face level. I can't emphasize how much water we are talking about here either. I chose the word tsunami for a reason. Pointy hats were blown off, robes were soaked, idiots had had their monthly bath and I had a stupidly huge grin on my face.
Well according to the truck owner as we spoke later that day the protest was over after a lot of swearing, some crying and multiple threats. The owner knew my truck, had seen the entire thing and the rest of their season my money was no good there. It only made the burritos that more delicious.
Hats off to you, King of Revenge. Literally.