From an independent source:

Foulks writes: "...I will make war with and destroy anyone or anything...."

Independent source responds:

Do you have a gun, knife, bow and arrows,
grenades or sword or any type of ordinance? Better get at least one of each, General Custer, to protect yourself from those who might take your words to heart.

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My comment: Better check your Criminal Code and Homeland Security laws, pal.

You may be treading on dangerous ground here, on what may be construed as "making statements or distributing information or materials that may be harmful to the United States and/or its citizens" -- serious enough to get you "room" at Gitmo for some serious Q & A sessions....

Hurry, there is still time to get in before they shut it down, or try maybe Abu Grab.

Oh, don't take my word for it. Call Homeland Security for starters.

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Foulks writes: "Please make complete lists of 'the insincere of heart' by name and a clear chart for us of their 'lying', trickery, twisting of facts and misleading their followers."

Independent source responds:

Tell the Gauleiter (Foulks) to get his own list. (Foulks) seemed to be able to pick his friends and enemies without help before, what's his problem now?

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My comment: Blind leading the blind. Welcome to lemming land. Watch out for cliffs, crevasses and deep drops in the terrain.

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No dazzling brilliance or blinding feces from the male bovine species intended!

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Rhetorical Safety Rule: If anyone is dazzled or blinded by my comments, get some cheap sunglasses.
Also, keep plenty of toilet paper handy so you don't have to step in it.

And that's my line anyway from a response to (Ali) Enger's diatribe a while back. Make up your own lines!

It's OK to "reflect" back commentary, but this is just ripping it off -- no fare!

You walked with Anarchists?

I am amazed. I am surprised two anarchists could get together for anything.

That's a good one.

Here's one I heard way back from my old dayman:

How many cabbies does it take to change a light bulb?

One. If two or more tied, it would be still be dark in here.

Can't they get spell checking to work on these blog-a-sites or whatever they call this virtual wailing walls?

Anyway I blew the punchline in my previous post;

Corrected jocularity is as follows:

How many cabbies does it take to change a light bulb?

One. If two or more TRIED, it would still be dark in here.

Attention all readers...

The War of Words between Wolf and Mike Foulks has been postponed for better use of my time. This lull is definitely temporary. It will continue above with a new post I might call 'The Battle of Bull Run III'.

-MIKE FOULKS

I am a peace-nik.

You are confusing my "rabble-rousing" writing personna with the real me.

I don't fight and I don't war.

The weak resort to war. The truly strong make peace.

Nuff said.

Wolf

Over?

Did he say over?

Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?

It's not over until WE say it's over.

Now come on, who's with me?

Das ist "over easy" like eggs und bratwurst?

Being German, I'm sure it was our far-eastern Japanese "cousins" at Pearl Harbor.

You may also recall that they got nuked for their Sunday morning surprise, which led to their unconditional surrender and the forced sushi-ing of Godzilla, who was then eaten raw, rolled up in sea weed.

The Deutsche Wehrmacht und Luftwaffe was still pretty busy maiming and killing everything that moved in Europe.

I'm just a post-war Marshal Plan baby who was sent here to help re-populate the Americas with new Germans.

The rumor that my family and I are illegal aliens who snuck in on a shipment of 1956 Volkswagons is subject to admanat denial and 5th amendment protection.

According to Charles "Casey" Stengel, "It's not over until the fat lady sings."

Ja. Der Krieg ist fertig mein junger Herr.

Here's the new Godzilla movie...

In a desperate attempt to squeeze any economy out of whatever oil is left, all EPA regulations for the BP refinery in Indiana are lifted, and a shuttered nuclear plant in Zion is restarted to provide that much more electricity. The cribs out on Lake Michigan are joined by oil- and gas-drilling platforms.

At a Public Hearing for a Meter Increase, a handful of taxicab drivers (we still haven't organized by 2012, 2016, or 2020, whenever this takes place) and a Transportation Committee hearing still chaired by Tom Allen is interrupted with a shake. Godzilla is approaching!

In his path towards the massive, and last, bee colony in the region (atop City Hall), Godzilla crushes: 1) The Olympics (the javelin athletes attempt to spear him), 2) The Capone Memorial Casino at McCormick Place, (the winning bettors still demand payment), and 3) Soldier Field, (but his footprint actually fits inside the Old Soldier Field perimeter which remains intact).

He stops for a drink of Buckingham Fountain but becomes distracted by all the kids running around from the Pritzker Children's Museum and then becomes mesemerized with the reflection from the Bean, which he eats. Looking for dessert, he heads towards the Honeypot of the City Hall/County Building, crushing Macy's but not the Clock.

As he starts to grab for the Honeycomb, still-Commissioner Reyes takes advantage of the confusion and alarm by saying that the "San Francisco Model" shows that the taxi business actually improves after an earthquake and her office has wisely put off any recent meter increase request in a well-calculated anticipation of this long-awaited disturbance in the Mew Madrid fault line.

She quickly says, "We are not recommending a meter increase at this time," when the roof is tore open, and Godzilla, now agitated by the Bees who are stinging and stinging his face, breathes fire into the Chambers. In pain, he falls to the ground, and a gazillion yellow cabs crash into him. Annoyed, he starts picking them up and throwing them into the Sears Tower, Trump Internationale, and the John Hancock Building. The Calatrava Spire is unaffected.

At this point, the Department of Homeland Security Air Defense Wing lifts of from the Jesse Jackson Memorial Airport in Peotone...

...Ted Budzynski and Steve Wiedersberg are at the controls...

-MIKE FOULKS

And then Mothra and Gamera, returning from successful Monster Union Organizing drives in another part of the galaxy arrive and emboldened by their success ....

...get utterly destroyed by Godzilla, who is really Mayor Daley in a costume. And by the way, Ms. Reyes is no fire-breathing dragon. "Ca-." "Ca-." "Cas-" "cashless-cabs."

It was Hiz Ahna, Da Mare all along?

At first I suspected John R Partee Cab in that monster suit.

Give me plastic e-commerce debit/credit e-transactions.

Who needs cash? Dirty. Germy. Do you know why they call "filthy lucre?"

They say used TP is cleaner than money.

But let me raise my prices to cover the cost, like any real bee's knees.

I need a Sapporo.

Now do like George says -- keep it professional.

Special (really) thanks Geo for the e-space to this!

The road to truth and understanding begins with a journey inward, a self-examination.

The only "mistake" you made is thinking your actions and reactions are or were mistakes.

Otherwise, you wrote up a really nice, if not a bit self-serving, confessional.

If you can lose the losers and liars, the con-men and cheats that seem to be infesting practically every aspect of the taxicab industry, you may yet accomplish your goals and ambitions.

Also, if you would just stop parroting some of these people's BS, think things through and act on your own volition and creative decisions, the drivers will follow you, no matter where you lead them.

And, please, no more lame excuses like "something came up" or "I was busy." If you're going to be at the front to lead, then do so, be their, jump on every email as if it meant life or death, because it does. Don't ever let up, keep the pressure (on the City) on high.

We are all depending on you, Ms. Callahan, to succeed where most have failed.

Peace, Love, and Good Luck,

Wolf