In the ever-expanding list of White Male Rage Stuff, we add … “rolling coal.” (More)

“Why don’t you go live in Sweden and get the heck out of our country?”

Thus wrote Corey Blue to a state legislator who proposed a bill to explicitly ban “rolling coal”:

But to diesel owners like Corey Blue of Roanoke, Ill., the very efforts to ban coal rolling represent the worst of government overreach and environmental activism. “Your bill will not stop us!” Mr. Blue wrote to Will Guzzardi, a state representative who has proposed a $5,000 fine on anyone who removes or alters emissions equipment.

“Why don’t you go live in Sweden and get the heck out of our country,” Mr. Blue wrote.” I will continue to roll coal anytime I feel like and fog your stupid eco-cars.”

In case you haven’t seen it, “rolling coal” means tinkering with a diesel engine’s exhaust system to make the biggest possible billows of choking black smoke. The practice began with tractor pull contests, where the modifications added power. But the common road truck retooling does nothing to increase performance and merely wastes fuel. It’s just a way of blowing smoke in other people’s faces.

“People recognize the stupidity of the whole thing”

And while Vice’s Grace Wyler seems to think it’s just good fun, she quotes a diesel industry spokesman who is not amused:

“The diesel industry has spent the last decade investing billions of dollars in developing new technology to reduce emissions, so as you might expect, the practice is somewhat disturbing, and it’s certainly not mainstream,” said Allen Schaeffer, executive director of the Diesel Technology Forum, a nonprofit industry group. Rolling coal, he added, has been around for a long time among truck enthusiasts, mostly without incident.

“It’s great that people love diesel,” Schaeffer said, “but what we’re seeing here is the practice of emitting smoke to offend people. That’s not a representative sample. So now folks with pickup trucks are stepping up. People recognize the stupidity of the whole thing.”

Add “gratuitous rudeness” to “stupidity” and I think that sums it up nicely.

“The proper role of government is to defend my rights and privileges against people like them

Enter Vox’s David Roberts, who thinks Corey Blue’s angry screed crystalizes today’s Republican Party:

Entire dissertations could be written about rolling coal. Even more than Trump’s ascension, it seems to perfectly capture a moment in time, an inarticulate yawp of protest from angry white men. They feel disdained and overlooked and they will blow thick black smoke in your face until you pay attention.
The core of the ethnonationalist perspective is that a country’s constituent groups and demographics are locked in a zero-sum struggle for resources. Any government intervention that favors one group disfavors the others. Government and other institutions are either with you or against you.

What FOX and talk radio have been teaching the right for decades is that native-born, working- and middle-class whites are locked in a zero-sum struggle with rising Others – minorities, immigrants, gays, coastal elitists, hippie environmentalists, etc. – and that the major institutions of the country have been coopted and are working on behalf of the Others.
From an ethnonationalist perspective, government overreach is when government tells people like me what to do. The proper role of government is to defend my rights and privileges against people like them.

After all, even the strictest libertarian acknowledges that the government has a policing role, to protect citizens from direct harm. What could be more direct harm than having unfiltered diesel smoke blown in your face?

But to Corey Blue of Roanoke, Illinois, the government is not protecting anybody – it’s targeting people like him, punishing him on behalf of the liberals, dope smokers, and heathens who prefer “eco-cars.”

Blowing toxic black smoke into the air “anytime I feel like” is his way of showing that it’s still his America, that he can still do what he wants and doesn’t have to follow a bunch of namby-pamby rules imposed by liberal bureaucrats. He and other coal rollers may dress this sentiment up in the language of small government, but what they’re expressing is a long, long way from conservative economic philosophy.

Like wails about “political correctness,” cries to protect “rolling coal” are merely a claimed right to gratuitously insult and intimidate Others without any limits or consequences.

“He’s the World’s Biggest A–hole”

Which brings me to this brilliant 1993 parody by comic Denis Leary:

For those who can’t watch videos, here are the lyrics:

Folks, I’d like to sing a song about the American Dream
About me, about you
About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests
About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts
Maybe below the cockles,
Maybe in the sub cockle area,
Maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys,
Maybe even in the colon, we don’t know

I’m just a regular Joe, with a regular job
I’m your average white, suburbanite slob
I like football and porno and books about war
I got an average house, with a nice hardwood floor
My wife and my job, my kids and my car
My feet on my table, and a Cuban cigar

But sometimes that just ain’t enough to keep a man like me interested
(Oh no, no way, uh uh)
No I gotta go out and have fun at someone else’s expense
(Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I drive really slow in the ultra fast lane
While people behind me are going insane

I’m an asshole (he’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole (he’s an asshole, such an asshole)

I use public toilets and I piss on the seat
I walk around in the summer time saying “how about this heat?”

I’m an asshole (he’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole (he’s the world’s biggest asshole)

Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces
While handicapped people make handicapped faces

I’m an asshole (he’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole (he’s a real fucking asshole)

Maybe I shouldn’t be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe they’re right when they tell me I’m wrong…

I’m an asshole (he’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole (he’s the world’s biggest asshole)

You know what I’m gonna do?
I’m gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado convertible
Hot pink, with whale skin hubcaps
And all leather cow interior
And big brown baby seal eyes for head lights (yeah)
And I’m gonna drive in that baby at 115 miles per hour
Gettin’ 1 mile per gallon,
Sucking down Quarter Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonald’s
In the old fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers
And when I’m done sucking down those greaseball burgers
I’m gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag
And then I’m gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side
And there ain’t a goddamn thing anybody can do about it
You know why, because we’ve got the bomb, that’s why
Two words, nuclear fucking weapons, OK?
Russia, Germany, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want
They can have a big democracy cakewalk
Right through the middle of Tiananmen Square
And it won’t make a lick of difference
Because we’ve got the bombs, OK?
John Wayne’s not dead, he’s frozen
And as soon as we find a cure for cancer
We’re gonna thaw out the Duke and he’s gonna be pretty pissed off
You know why
Have you ever taken a cold shower?
Well multiply that by 15 million times
That’s how pissed off the Duke’s gonna be!
I’m gonna get the Duke, and John Cassavetes
And Lee Marvin, and Sam Peckinpah, and a case of whiskey
And drive down to Texas and

(Hey! You know, you really are an asshole!)
Why don’t you just shut up and sing the song, pal?
I’m an asshole (he’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole (he’s the world’s biggest asshole)


I’m an asshole and I’m proud of it

Leary wrote it as a parody, but it could be Donald Trump’s campaign theme song….


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