The U.S. trucking business is bleedin’ drivers, and it ain’t no mystery why. We got a mess right here in this country where what’s fine in your home state can get you fired by Uncle Sam. Folks are legalizin’ that marijuana left and right, but the federal government. The one that gives out them CDLs still treats marijuana like the devil’s lettuce. That head-buttin’ between state and federal law is the biggest darn reason our trucker pool is dryin’ up, causin’ a big ol’ hole in our supply chain.







Decades after his most potent works were written, the words of Gil Scott-Heron feel less like historical artifacts and more like dispatches from a future he had already foreseen. The “Winter in America” he sang about in 1974—a season of political disillusionment, racial tension, and national malaise—has returned with a vengeance, manifesting in the polarized and profoundly disquieting landscape of the present day. To read his poetry and listen to his music in 2025 is to confront a sobering reality: the struggles he chronicled have not been overcome, but rather have morphed and intensified, finding a chilling new echo in the political climate of the second Trump presidency. 



“Old pirates, yes, they rob I; Sold I to the merchant ships, Minutes after they took IFrom the bottomless pit. But my hand was made strong By the hand of the all mighty. We forward in generationTriumphantly.Won’t you help me sing
“Like the pine trees lining the winding road I’ve got a name I’ve got a name Like the singing bird and the croaking toad I’ve got a name I’ve got a name And I carry it with me like my daddy did But I’m living the dream that he kept hid Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won’t pass me by Like the North wind whistling down the sky I’ve got a song I’ve got a song Like the whip-poor-will and the babies cryingI’ve got a song I’ve got a song And I 












Measure Your Anti-Semitic Accusations About Student Protesters In America Because 








