Biker Decapitated in Head-on Collision with Truck

Biker Decapitated in Head-on Collision with Truck

An accident involving a semi truck bearing the logo of Jorge e Mateus, and an 18 year old motorcyclist named José da Silva Vidal, left the latter dead and decapitated on the road at km 132 of BR-010, in the state of Maranhão, Brazil. The incident happened on Sunday January 22, 2017.

Jorge and Mateus, according to my understanding, are a duo of Brazilian entertainers and musicians. According to their official website, the duo had a show in Santarém, Pará, on Saturday January 21, and had a show scheduled for Sunday in Araguaína, Tocantins, where the truck involved in the accident was going.

The forensic expert said that the headless victim had no license, and is believed to have ridden the motorcycle drunk. He would have caused the accident by swerving into the oncoming lane, but still, latest updates from Brazil suggest that he driver of the truck, identified as Marcos Fabiano de Souza Silva, was charged with “wrongful death by motor vehicle“, pursuant to article 302 of the Brazilian Traffic Code (Law 9,503 / 1997).

Either I didn’t understand something correctly about this accident, or Brazil tends to charge survivors of accidents with wrongful deaths even if the accident was not their fault.

Check out Jorge & Mateus performing live in Brazil:

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94 thoughts on “Biker Decapitated in Head-on Collision with Truck”

      1. It ain’t NIRVANA. And it definitely ain’t groovy Grunge no matter the wanna-be singer has a lumberjack shirt on. It’s hard to believe those thousands of fans and cows could be so into such a lame tune to be fawning in the crowd and singing along…. (ie. the crowd must’ve known they were being taped.)

        I don’t know how the lyrics translate… maybe there is something in them for such zeal and passion, something powerful and mystical, or rebellious, or romantic… because it seems like the same monotonous lame chorus/riff over and over and over and over through the whole song…

        But my point, again, any man in any country wearing a lumber-jacket that colour NEEDS to have his truck crashed into and the riders decrapitated.

          1. When you go black, we don’t want you back.

            If they’r€ the warm-up act, the head-liners have a tough act to follow… the crowd is so into that song it must be their big hit… must be something about the lyrics… Google translate this.

            Interesting to see a “concert” vid in an alien tongue… don’t have a clue what is being sung but look at all the sheeple!! Sheeple sheeple everywhere…. someone build a Steeple. You can sense the brainwashing of the masses and the dumbing down of the sheeple by entertainment acts and MSM in our own language in whatever country by seeing the sheeple acting hypnotized and brainwashed in another language…

            Well, back to my Mozart… ta ta….

          2. Unfortunately, these types of band are highly popular in Brazil, specially with the dumb hoes, and as you’ve imagined, and since dumb hoes are the ones who listen to these songs, they are usually some shitty love song. Also, the songs don’t vary from one to the other much. But what can I say, these guys get good cash and probably some good pussy. As a curiosity this music style has its origins in the countryside, although nowadays many city dwellers listen to it.

          3. I got it polka dots keep you out of the stripes, kerchief?

            any sort of medicines or herbs to bring you on down to sleepytown? slippers?

          4. @undergroundweller. It don’t seem like the typical Brazilian rhythm with the bongos and cow bell that makes you wanna boogie, that Latin-American stuff that I dig…

            But this is only one song… maybe they got the cowbell and bongo drums in some other songs. Hell, ANY song with a cowbell rocks….

            If this is a love ballad, it must be romantic, didn’t see too many chicks with nose rings, piercings, tattoos, spiked hair and chains…

            They knew the words, must be a slut song, or an I-love-you song.

            The same can be said about Engish-speaking bands and their love ballads, absolute puke for decades now in either category… from what I hear over a radio once in a while when I need a good laugh…

          5. @despy
            Yes, polk-a-dots help k€€p me outta stripes, vertical and horizontal… inflicted or adorned…. their mellowing propensity indeed… and must k€€p someone outta the hospital.

            They say that a real man can wear polk-a-dots, but I’m not that much of a man, only my pj’s…

            And no, no herbs or medicinals in my cabinet to whisk me off to dreamland… I count sheep… polk-a-dotted sheep.

            But one thing, I tend to stay away from red polk-a-dots… the reminder of blood splatters can tend to give one insomnia- or worse… especially when the sheep turn to sheeple.

            (Good advice for other BG members that are into polk-a-dots.)

            And no, no slippers… I have flip-flops… blue polk-a-dots ones… makes me feel like a tough guy…

            I like how they make the little slap sound… v3ry threatening…

          6. I like that you count sheep, I do as well

            was chastised when I once relayed it to a friend, a so-called friend

            “didn’t think anyone -really- did that”

            no polka dots though, white fluff and a boundless leap over a rustic wooden fence, repeat ad infinum
            @williekforgottherest
            bREa5t

          7. @diespy I use an electric fence when it’s sheeple… I can’t get enough of that 50,000-Volt buzz… it’s like they don’t want me to sleep… they prefer to die… graveyard shift is the suicide for some…

        1. I agree with your comparison to grunge.
          I think its pretty cool how this music would suck balls in America but must be at the top of the charts here.
          I’ve got nothing bad to say about this music even if its not my taste but im sure if I lived here it would grow on me. Got to keep an open mind.

          1. Caribbean/ Latin American… something with tin pans, bongos, cow bell, tambourine… please, pretty please…

            @Stingray If you lived ther3 and it grew on you, you must work in a grocery store or something where th€y pump that crud all day…

            But N. America and Europe have their fair share of lame, or whate’€r, I can’t believe the absolute crap on radio when I scan the dials once in a while for a laugh… but with huge populations nowadays and social bredia it isn’t tough to find 1,000,000 sheeple to follow their schlock if they get bombarded young enough

          2. Latin American/ Caribbean… something with tin pans, bongos, cow bell, tambourine… please, pretty please…with a cherry on top…

            @Stingray If you lived ther3 and that music grew on you, you must work in a grocery store or something, where th€y pump that crud all day…

            But N. America and Europe have their fair share of lame, or whate’€r, just as bad or worse than this (though I’d like to know the English lyrics to really make this laugh complete), I can’t believe the absolute crap on radio when I scan the dials once in a while for a laugh… but with huge populations nowadays and social bredia it isn’t tough to find 1,000,000 sheeple to follow their schlock if they get bombarded by it young enough…

            Well, on a brighter note, if in Brazil and looking for a nice girl… you know, a NIC€ girl… needn’t look further than a gal whom listens to this band…

          3. @PIGgray. No, I didn’t see any crowd surfers… no mosh pit… looks like one girl threw her panties on stage, must’v3 been the hi-light of the show that night for the nice girls, or could be a towel…

        2. You wouldn’t believe if I told you that there are lots of “bands” like that in here. They are called something that would translate to English as “college country”. And it doesn’t matter the band or the song, all the lyrics are about the same thing. And that thing is not romance, it’s pretty much something like “I loved you but you cheated on me and now I’m depressed”. And the young teens love that crap. Man I hate this country.

          1. Tears in their beer… and the dog died and they got kicked by a bull… bringing the country into the city…. the singer is dressed like a hillbilly… singing the Brazilian version of Johnny Cash’s Ring Of Fire… but something tells me those fans in the crowd are too happy for the song to be a broken-hearted medley…

            But it looks they sing about what every generation in any language has over the decades… every generation is full of fuck-ups contaminating each other like pigs at the swill… crying the blues is cathartic…. helps ease the pain and lessen the sting… to be around amongst so many losers at love, all walking down Lonely Street.

            I don’t know the lyrics translated in Englush for this Brazilian hit, but it looks like a Get Lucky song, as compared to a heart-breaker…

          2. @Leavebrazil “They are called something that would translate to English as ‘College Country.'”

            College Honky-Tonk…

            That’s the Brazilian Honky-Tonk Man, tugging all those young heart-strings.

            College Country & Western… (??)

            They sing about their pick-up trucks in America, after milking the goats…

          1. @morbid
            It would be cool to hear our accent the way others who have accents to us hear our accent to them…

            I only know one fucking thing in Life… most normal/ natural Canadians and good %’age of Yanks in America speak ENGLISH properly ie. IN ACCORDANCE. WITH the “Pronunciation Key” in the front of every dictionary for every word A-Z. No other country or people or nation does… they all butcher the English language with their accents… my theory is, if they can’t speak English the way the dictionary dictates the words, then they are f’d-up in everythaaang…
            Actually everyone has an accent to us, because we speak perfect English… we may sound like we have an accent to them, but because our English is perfectly spoken it isn’t an accent. An “accent” means: “we’re fucktards who don’t know how to speak English properly.”

            Some of the Trinidadian gals speak perfect English, can make my heart melt at their perfection.

        3. You were right about the lyrics. Its just some insipid bullshit about love that you’d expect shallow sluts to listen to and cream their panties over. Its a song called Seu Astral in Portugese. English translation:

          I’m thinking of you alone
          I see pictures, pictures of us
          Eye to the mirror I feel my heart
          I hear the sound of your voice
          Telling me it’s supernatural
          This love out of the ordinary
          Telling me that I’m your astral
          That this love that is in me is so real
          I traveled in your eyes, in your smile
          In your secrets
          I discovered what it is to love
          By the touch of your kisses
          I traveled in your eyes, in your smile
          In your secrets
          I discovered what it is to love
          By the touch of your kisses
          I’m thinking of you alone
          I see pictures, pictures of us
          Eye to the mirror I feel my heart
          I hear the sound of your voice
          Telling me it’s supernatural
          This love out of the ordinary
          Telling me that I’m your astral
          That this love that is in me is so real
          I traveled in your eyes, in your smile
          In your secrets
          I discovered what it is to love
          By the touch of your kisses
          I traveled in your eyes, in your smile
          In your secrets
          I discovered what it is to love
          By the touch of your kisses
          I traveled in your eyes, in your smile
          In your secrets
          I discovered what it is to love
          By the touch of your kisses

          1. Yeah, he’s singing about Mary Jane…

            Columbian Red, Gold… they got the deal real down there… the real outdoor weed… not the pussy Canadian hydroponic poison BULLSHIT!!

            Like I said, if you’r3 looking for a nice girl… a REAL NICE girl… look no further in Brazil than a Chiquita who listens to this band… e’€n my heart is swooning by the lyrics, that romantic dawg…

    1. At 1:51 mark the singer in the vid points to his head and then holds 2 fingers out, like a peace sign, V for victory, but it seems more like he means 2… 2 heads are gonna roll…

      I don’t know what the lyric he is singing at that point… interesting to know…

        1. @felipe.s

          Brazilian Rock n’ Roll…

          I hate to think how many heads rolled today, but I think you could take that same pic 1oo times at 1oo cities, but none of the others could say they collided with real headbangers.

          They comin’ to your town
          They’ll help you party down…

          Their next concert will be special, @felipe.s.

    1. I first read this as Jorge Mateus being the victim

      ‘semi bearing the logo Jorge..’
      to me meant he was struck and all caught up in the grill of the truck

      could have worked till that dasilva

  1. The sudden decapitation probably means that the head survived long enough to experience life without a body. That’s one drunk mistake you can’t take back.

    But he deserved it, for driving drunk, so fuck him.

    1. The spoon was on the left side of the plate, where the fork was, the knife placed perfectly on the right, as the man in the fedora with 2 white feathers and a black one began eating his salad, kalamato olive first, while the hussy in the fox fur shawl sprinkled parmesan on hers across the tiny round table, as the cool autumn breeze played with her golden locks on the outdoor patio of McDonalds at 58th and Main. On the east corner, a man briskly jogged across the street, a can of fluorescent spray-paint in his hand, concealed in a tan coloured paper lunch bag.

      1. Thinking the shiny black olive pitted, chomping down tersely, the second bite chipped the molar, and both pit and jagged tooth chip entered the throat cavity as Mr. Cool in the fedora with a purple, green, orange and yellow band around it and 3 feathers lost his calm veneer and winced in pain.

        To make matters worse, as he began choking to dislodge the jagged chip and pit from his windpipe, the fog of fluorescent spray began to cover the fox fur shawl of his hoe, and turning their salads orange… yet unable to breathe, and with both fork and knife handy, Mr. Cool would take care of business first, before worrying about himself and getting Luscious to perform the Heimlich maneuver. They could always get a bite down the road later, but ain’t it a shame when a fool doesn’t know a real fox fur from a fake.

        But first and most importantly, they must get the flourescent paint off their skin. Turpentine would be suitable, and it just so happens they just painted the dog house…

        1. reminds of this past summer my uncle was in town
          and I was with my dad
          and his wife at a greek restaurant

          much to my horror
          my dad’s wife accepted
          the remainder of my uncle’s
          half-eaten salad (stay tuned)

          not soon after did she then
          remove from her mouth the olive pit my uncle had previously discarded into her secondhand salad

          so fucking gross! nearly lost my tzatziki

          anyhow as to Mr. Cool fedora or not,
          serves him right
          olive first? dining with the devil

          1. @delicious.

            Nice prank. The old olive pit in the salad trick…

            She was too polite to spit it out. That would’v3 been hilarious.

            Yes, ne’€r trust a jar of olives that says they’re all pitted, (ie. pit removed.) Don’t believ3 everything you read…

            Same with dates…

          2. @despeye

            Notice the Decapitated referencing I clandestinely used in my stunning salad story to refute @Gnats comments used in a feeble attempt to hav3 thus this Jorge & Meteus event upstage moi the great€vader… eat your words, you @Gnat

            “De”- Dude
            “Cap”- fedora
            “Pit”- of olive
            “Ated”- eaten

            Decapitated…
            Dude in the cap bit the pit of the black kalamato olive from the salad when he ate it…

            De-Cap-Pit-Ated.

            Th3 €nd.

  2. Am I missing something?? I read it 3 xs. The truck has the names of the two in the video. Is jose the biker one of the singers?? Cause that would suck!! Singer was killed by his own truck!! Please someone help ease my mind

  3. Fucks sake, even the authorities in that shite hole are beyond demented. A Da Silva pissed out of his head, riding like a cunt on a motorbike, hits the on coming truck head on, and the truck driver gets nicked !.
    You couldn’t make this shit up.

    1. I am no specialist in the laws here, but as a rule of thumb motorcyclists tend to get sympathy for they have less protection than a car or a truck (that’s the rationale). But motorcyclists often times act crazy speeding and cutting cars, so there’s a greater tolerance for them breaking the traffic laws despite they being the ones at higher risk. Anyway, I see no problem in the charge, as we don’t know if the guy was really drunk (they said supposedly), I see no problem in a fair trial with proofs presented, the toxicologic exam, to reach a verdict.

        1. Ya, that is another point that we may discuss, fair trials do happen, although, as one would expect, unfair trials tend to happen when someone powerful and with cash is involved in the case, but even though the guys above are famous, I don’t know if they have that much power, like, a case comes to mind of a Brazilian singer named Belo who was condemned for drug trafficking more than a decade ago, so sometimes the court works, now, the laws and sentences derived from them is another subject, like, we don’t have the death penalty and some sentences are quite lenient.

          1. I bet the tox report comes back with all manner of illicit shite in it. The guy is/was a Da Silva, aka thick as pig shit. Now in death he’s fucking trying to ruin two honest working bloke’s lives, with the help of the “authorities”, fucking joke that is.
            That country is one big fuck up, end of.

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