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Of course they will! When confronted with a chance to humiliate or otherwise make fun of a woman -- while in the company of his equally pea-brained co-workers -- a man will always fall on the side of pubescent idiocy.

Late yesterday afternoon, I was on my daily trail run. Part of the trail is part of OUC's [Orlando Utilities Commission] utility access for power lines and their maintenance. It's private property, however it resides inside the Hal Scott nature preserve. We're allowed access to it and the many hiking trails therein on foot. We have to climb through, under or over a gate on a bridge that blocks vehicle access to the trails, and we manage to do that with no issues. Like I said, I do it every day.

Occasionally, I will encounter an OUC vehicle out there doing routine maintenance or repairs of the power lines. Yesterday, I encountered three of them. My run is a little over 1 mile uphill on a dirt utility trail and then I turn around and run just over 1.5 miles back [I walk the extra .5 at the beginning to warm up]. On my way out, it was clouding up pretty good. I had a light rain pelting me from behind all the way up. It helped to cool the temps down, so I really didn't mind.

At the turnaround point, I did my turn and saw a wall of water headed toward me about 3/4 of a mile down the trail. That meant I was going to have to run right into it. I continued on my way, still not in the downpour, but heading toward it. I could see two sets of headlights deep in the rain, heading my way. I prepared myself to move off the trail while running so the OUC vehicles could stay on the trail and not get mired in anything off trail that they couldn't see [like armadillo holes or wash-outs].

The large trucks still moved off to the side a bit for me as well, and I waved at the drivers and passengers as they went by. They nodded or smiled and went on their way. As I made my way further into the pouring rain, I could see another set of headlight coming and they were moving much faster than first two sets did.

This truck was barreling toward me. I moved off the trail like I had for the previous 2 trucks. This truck made no effort to move at all and in fact sped up as it approached me. With the trail starting to fill with water, this caused a 5 foot wall of water to shoot out away from the truck on either side. So the asshole driving this truck was purposely trying to completely soak me with muddy water instead of slowing down and moving aside slightly so as to ensure I'd not be soaked or run over.

I moved just far enough off the trail to avoid the wall of muddy water and continued running. I could hear hoots and laughter as the truck loaded with asinine idiots roared by, shooting water everywhere. I looked after they passed and could see them looking out the windows at me. I hopped back onto the muddy trail, not missing a beat and flipped them the biggest bird with my right hand, all the while still running.

I don't think I'll ever understand the mentality of men like these. These are the types of guys who stick fire crackers up cats' butts and who paint the shells of box turtles. They're the guys who kick their dogs and who beat their wives. They do it to impress their buddies and to make themselves feel superior.

How hard would it have been to slow down, move over and do the right thing instead of trying to cover me with mud? Not that hard at all for a person with a modicum of empathy. But I guess empathy is a pretty difficult concept for a group of men who never developed emotionally past the age of 12.

Thanks, assholes. My run was really helping to up my mood yesterday. Now all I can think of is what giant wank stains you are. I worry for the unfortunate women who find themselves as your mates and for your offspring; I really do.

And to think I was surprised to find that over half the Americans who took a poll think torture is justified to thwart terrorism. I bet those assclown dudebros in the OUC vehicle would say, "fuck yeah, America"!