There should be a team of lawyers standing by for any of your actions in mind. e.g.:
AMENDED COMPLAINT
Plaintiffs Shaw Suburban Media Group, Inc. and Bill Page, by their attorneys, for their
complaint against defendants, Chief Justice Robert R. Thomas, Justice Charles E. Freeman,
Justice Thomas R. Fitzgerald, Justice Thomas L. Kilbride, Justice Rita B. Garman, Justice Lloyd
A. Karmeier, Justice Anne M. Burke, Justice Thomas E. Hoffman, Justice Sheila M. O’Brien,
Justice Robert Cahill, and Judge Donald J. O’Brien, Jr., allege as follows:
Case No. 07-CV-03289
Steven P. Mandell
Stephen J. Rosenfeld
Steven L. Baron
Brendan J. Healey
MANDELL MENKES LLC
333 West Wacker Drive, Suite 300
Chicago, Illinois 60606
312-251-1000
Bruce W. Sanford (admitted pro hac vice)
Lee T. Ellis, Jr. (admitted pro hac vice)
Bruce D. Brown (admitted pro hac vice)
Laurie A. Babinski (admitted pro hac vice)
BAKER & HOSTETLER LLP
1050 Connecticut Ave. NW, Suite 1100
Washington, D.C. 20036
202-861-1500
A taxi driver can run for the Mayor too!
Wow. MIKE FOULKS, you're all over the place in the post responding to Mr. Nathan. Here is a map of your meandering murmurings and mindless musings:
1. The subject was “ATTACK” not” CARELESSNESS.”
2. DIGRESSION about some CLIENT RELATIONSHIP.
3. PERMISSION granted to convey something regarding an unspecified event.
4. ADMISSION of awareness of a word that means NOT REGULATED OR SANCTIONED BY LAW.
5. A WARNING to be cautious with respect to REALITY.
6. REFUTATION of being a TROUBLEMAKER.
7. CLAIM of capability to wield ACTUALITY and other unspecified ARMS.
8. CONFESSION that the writer imitates an attorney who is known for his western apparel.
9. ACKNOWLEDGMENT that the writer’s behavior is a FAÇADE, that is, one of his many unspecified FALSEHOODS.
10. CLAIMS to be able to identify BOO-BOOS in EVALUATIONS made by others.
11. ASSERTION that the writer’s life EXPEREINCE is a basis for his PREDOMINANT POSITION in an IMAGINARY socio-cultural hierarchy.
12. A LOGICAL FALLACY that the writer won the election because he took part in election campaign, not because of the duration of the campaign.
13. Another A LOGICAL FALLACY - suggestion that the writer is privy to a belief and this belief is based on incorrect evidence.
14. Statement of partial ELECTION RESULTS.
15. TRICK SPOT QUIZ regarding statistical information that has never been made public.
16. NAME CALLING based ALLEGED IGNORANCE of undisclosed statistical information that has never been made public.
17. INAPPROPRIATE use of Deity.
18. EGOTISTICAL BOASTING about imagined popularity among taxicab drivers, based on less than 10% of the popularity contest voters and a statistically insignificant percent of the taxicab driver population.
19. ADMISSION OF IGNORANCE of one of the most renouned taxi worker organizers in the world and leader of a world-wide movement of taxi worker rights organizers.
20. DISPLAY OF LAZINESS or INEPTITUDE in the performance of simple research functions.
21. ACKNOWLEDGEMENT of current means of income.
22. DIVERTSION from the issue of MOTIVES to a FALSE issue of a mental process.
23. A question based on a FALSE CONCLUDSION that the other party has taking actions in order to vilify certain drivers.
24. A REVELATION that the writer may seek legal counsel from actual attorneys instead of taxicab drivers.
25. Another FALSE CONCLUSION that a biting wit or use of irony, or mockery is evidence that the other party believes that taxicab drivers lack capacity to perform unspecified acts.
26. BAD-MOUTHING via a FALSE ASSERTION that the other party’s true identity has been revealed, when it was not hidden in the first place.
27. THREAT to take legal action for unspecified reasons or cause.
28. BRAVADO BOASTING and IMPLIED THREAT of physical harm.
29. FALSE QUOTE from an imaginary record.
30. Unsound OPINION that has no basis in the facts or MATTERS OF LAW.
31. VILIFICATION of the Howard brothers by tactless and irrelevant association.
32. CLOSING with NAME CALLING.
Well, at least you're keeping score, but in the future it would be nice if you included the original message so others could judge for themselves. Or, you could post your identity 'cause 'The Analyst' carries no weight of credibility. (Not yet, anyhow.)
Mr. Nathan is all over the place...I'm just following and confronting him until he finds himself in a dark alley.
I hope this is EDU-TAINING!
-Mike Foulks
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Wow. MIKE FOULKS, you're all over the place in the post responding to Mr. Nathan. Here is a map of your meandering murmurings and mindless musings:
1. The subject was “ATTACK” not” CARELESSNESS.”
2. DIGRESSION about some CLIENT RELATIONSHIP.
3. PERMISSION granted to convey something regarding an unspecified event.
4. ADMISSION of awareness of a word that means NOT REGULATED OR SANCTIONED BY LAW.
5. A WARNING to be cautious with respect to REALITY.
6. REFUTATION of being a TROUBLEMAKER.
7. CLAIM of capability to wield ACTUALITY and other unspecified ARMS.
8. CONFESSION that the writer imitates an attorney who is known for his western apparel.
9. ACKNOWLEDGMENT that the writer’s behavior is a FAÇADE, that is, one of his many unspecified FALSEHOODS.
10. CLAIMS to be able to identify BOO-BOOS in EVALUATIONS made by others.
11. ASSERTION that the writer’s life EXPEREINCE is a basis for his PREDOMINANT POSITION in an IMAGINARY socio-cultural hierarchy.
12. A LOGICAL FALLACY that the writer won the election because he took part in election campaign, not because of the duration of the campaign.
13. Another A LOGICAL FALLACY - suggestion that the writer is privy to a belief and this belief is based on incorrect evidence.
14. Statement of partial ELECTION RESULTS.
15. TRICK SPOT QUIZ regarding statistical information that has never been made public.
16. NAME CALLING based ALLEGED IGNORANCE of undisclosed statistical information that has never been made public.
17. INAPPROPRIATE use of Deity.
18. EGOTISTICAL BOASTING about imagined popularity among taxicab drivers, based on less than 10% of the popularity contest voters and a statistically insignificant percent of the taxicab driver population.
19. ADMISSION OF IGNORANCE of one of the most renouned taxi worker organizers in the world and leader of a world-wide movement of taxi worker rights organizers.
20. DISPLAY OF LAZINESS or INEPTITUDE in the performance of simple research functions.
21. ACKNOWLEDGEMENT of current means of income.
22. DIVERTSION from the issue of MOTIVES to a FALSE issue of a mental process.
23. A question based on a FALSE CONCLUDSION that the other party has taking actions in order to vilify certain drivers.
24. A REVELATION that the writer may seek legal counsel from actual attorneys instead of taxicab drivers.
25. Another FALSE CONCLUSION that a biting wit or use of irony, or mockery is evidence that the other party believes that taxicab drivers lack capacity to perform unspecified acts.
26. BAD-MOUTHING via a FALSE ASSERTION that the other party’s true identity has been revealed, when it was not hidden in the first place.
27. THREAT to take legal action for unspecified reasons or cause.
28. BRAVADO BOASTING and IMPLIED THREAT of physical harm.
29. FALSE QUOTE from an imaginary record.
30. Unsound OPINION that has no basis in the facts or MATTERS OF LAW.
31. VILIFICATION of the Howard brothers by tactless and irrelevant association.
32. CLOSING with NAME CALLING.
Oh ye of little faith!
Art though the High and Exalted Grand Poobah of those who shall be annointed to go forth in the Cloak of Credibility?
It fiteth thee not.
Perhaps thou judgeth too much and thinketh too little.
Thy total score: 0.
Logical argument: 0.
Rhetorical argument: 0.
Content to Context Ration: .00001.
Fluffery and Puffery Index: -32.
Self-serving Trash Talk Score: 100%.
Threaten not, lest others findeth thy own self stripped of thy baleful boasting and thy braggart's barking.
Beg not for what is not thine.
Call not others what thou art.
Look not into mirrors lest thou see thy worst enemy.
Judge not, lest ye be judged.
Boast not about thy STATISTICALLY INSIGNIFICANT "vote" lest others see how STATISTICALLY INSIGNIFICANTLY small thou art.
For it is thy own mouth that runneth over that shall reveal to all that thou art naught but INSIGNIFICANTLY SMALL of mind.
Thy true-believer (12) Apostles:
Saint Presumption
Saint Assumption
Saint Conjecture
Saint Supposition
Saint Presupposition
Saint Guess
Saint Cheek
Saint Audacity
Saint Nerve
Saint Gall
Saint Impudence
Saint Effrontery
(The aNaLySt)
Ye have little faith.
I claim no more and no less than what I have. This discerns me from the 'pretenders' before me. Poke fun with your own imagination, but clear your head before you open your eyes.
Maybe you were expecting Jesus? I'm not Jesus. I'm just a guy.
My scorecard reads: CCO...52+!
How many do we need to be 'SIGNIFICANT' exactly, and what would that 'SIGNIFICANCE' be?
How was I 'bragging'?
My initial judgement of the 'Analyst'...he thinks too much about insignificant things.
-Mike Foulks
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Oh ye of little faith!
Art though the High and Exalted Grand Poobah of those who shall be annointed to go forth in the Cloak of Credibility?
It fiteth thee not.
Perhaps thou judgeth too much and thinketh too little.
Thy total score: 0.
Logical argument: 0.
Rhetorical argument: 0.
Content to Context Ration: .00001.
Fluffery and Puffery Index: -32.
Self-serving Trash Talk Score: 100%.
Threaten not, lest others findeth thy own self stripped of thy baleful boasting and thy braggart's barking.
Beg not for what is not thine.
Call not others what thou art.
Look not into mirrors lest thou see thy worst enemy.
Judge not, lest ye be judged.
Boast not about thy STATISTICALLY INSIGNIFICANT "vote" lest others see how STATISTICALLY INSIGNIFICANTLY small thou art.
For it is thy own mouth that runneth over that shall reveal to all that thou art naught but INSIGNIFICANTLY SMALL of mind.
Thy true-believer (12) Apostles:
Saint Presumption
Saint Assumption
Saint Conjecture
Saint Supposition
Saint Presupposition
Saint Guess
Saint Cheek
Saint Audacity
Saint Nerve
Saint Gall
Saint Impudence
Saint Effrontery
(The aNaLySt)
Five lessons to make you think about the way we treat people.
1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.
During my second month of college, our professor
gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student
and had breezed through the questions until I read
the last one:
'What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?'
Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the
cleaning woman several times. She was tall,
dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name?
I handed in my paper, leaving the last question
blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if
the last question would count toward our quiz grade.
'Absolutely,' said the professor. 'In your careers,
you will meet many people. All are significant. They
deserve your attention and care, even if all you do
is smile and say 'hello.'
I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her
name was Dorothy.
2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain
One night, at 11:3 0 p.m., an older African American
woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway
trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had
broken down and she desperately needed a ride.
Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.
A young white man stopped to help her, generally
unheard of in those conflict-filled 60s.. The man
took her to safety, helped her get assistance and
put her into a taxicab.
She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his
address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a
knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a
giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A
special note was attached..
It read:
'Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway
the other night. The rain drenched not only my
clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along.
Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying
husband's bedside just before he passed away... God
bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving
others.'
Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.
3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve.
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less,
a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and
sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.
'How much is an ice cream sundae?' he asked.
'Fifty cents,' replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and
studied the coins in it.
'Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?' he inquired.
By now more people were waiting for a table and the
waitress was growing impatient.
'Thirty-five cents,' she brusquely replied.
The little boy again counted his coins.
'I'll have the plain ice cream,' he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on
the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice
cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress
came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the
table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish,
were two nickels and five pennies..
You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had
to have enough left to leave her a tip.
4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a
roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if
anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the
king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by
and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the
King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did
anything about getting the stone out of the way.
Then a peasant came along carrying a load of
vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the
peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the
stone to the side of the road. After much pushing
and straining, he finally succeeded. After the
peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed
a purse lying in the road where the boulder had
been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note
from the King indicating that the gold was for the
person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The
peasant learned what many of us never understand!
Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.
5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...
Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a
hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who
was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only
chance of recovery appeared to be a blood
transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had
miraculously survived the same disease and had
developed the antibodies needed to combat the
illness.. The doctor explained the situation to her
little brother, and asked the little boy if he would
be willing to give his blood to his sister.
I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a
deep breath and saying, 'Yes I'll do it if it will
save her.' As the transfusion progressed, he lay in
bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did,
seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his
face grew pale and his smile faded.
He looked up at the doctor and asked with a
trembling voice, 'Will I start to die right away'.
Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the
doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his
sister all of his blood in order to save her.
Now you have 2 choices.
1. Delete this email, or
2. Forward it to people you care about.
I hope that you will choose No. 2
'Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like you do when nobody's watching.'
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Ye have little faith.
I claim no more and no less than what I have. This discerns me from the 'pretenders' before me. Poke fun with your own imagination, but clear your head before you open your eyes.
Maybe you were expecting Jesus? I'm not Jesus. I'm just a guy.
My scorecard reads: CCO...52+!
How many do we need to be 'SIGNIFICANT' exactly, and what would that 'SIGNIFICANCE' be?
How was I 'bragging'?
My initial judgement of the 'Analyst'...he thinks too much about insignificant things.
-Mike Foulks
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Oh ye of little faith!
Art though the High and Exalted Grand Poobah of those who shall be annointed to go forth in the Cloak of Credibility?
It fiteth thee not.
Perhaps thou judgeth too much and thinketh too little.
Thy total score: 0.
Logical argument: 0.
Rhetorical argument: 0.
Content to Context Ration: .00001.
Fluffery and Puffery Index: -32.
Self-serving Trash Talk Score: 100%.
Threaten not, lest others findeth thy own self stripped of thy baleful boasting and thy braggart's barking.
Beg not for what is not thine.
Call not others what thou art.
Look not into mirrors lest thou see thy worst enemy.
Judge not, lest ye be judged.
Boast not about thy STATISTICALLY INSIGNIFICANT "vote" lest others see how STATISTICALLY INSIGNIFICANTLY small thou art.
For it is thy own mouth that runneth over that shall reveal to all that thou art naught but INSIGNIFICANTLY SMALL of mind.
Thy true-believer (12) Apostles:
Saint Presumption
Saint Assumption
Saint Conjecture
Saint Supposition
Saint Presupposition
Saint Guess
Saint Cheek
Saint Audacity
Saint Nerve
Saint Gall
Saint Impudence
Saint Effrontery
(The aNaLySt)
Treblani is not a math wiz. Get a calculator because you may be miscalculating yourself out a lot of tip money.
Wrong math: .0052 or a hair above 1 tenth of one percent.
Right math: .0052 or a hair above ½ (one half)of one percent.
"Statistically insignificant" is relative. If you needed plutonium for some reason, for example, the material would not be very pure or useful, a far cry from yellow cake (level of purity).
On the other hand, ½ percent of potassium nitrate in an explosive mix of carbon and sulfur is extremely significant:
Historically, nitre-beds were prepared by mixing manure with either mortar or wood ashes, common earth and organic materials such as straw to give porosity to a compost pile typically 1.5 meters high by 2 meters wide by 5 metres long.
The heap was usually under a cover from the rain, kept moist with urine, turned often to accelerate the decomposition and leached with water after approximately one year.
The liquid containing various nitrates was then converted with wood ashes to potassium nitrates, crystallized and refined for use in gunpowder.
Ka-Boom!
Mr. Mad Scientist,
Thanks for correcting Treblani's math.
Can I safely believe, considering your work, that a few ounces of plutonium has a potential kinetic energy far greater than a heap of gunpowder?
I have a theory...the anticipated escalation in the price of gasoline is directly proportional to the probable participation of cabdrivers in CCO (in the absence of a fare increase, of course).
Could you explain 'critical mass' to the masses (and the asses), Doctor?
-Mike Foulks
P.S. Nucleus would be a great word-of-the-day!
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Treblani is not a math wiz. Get a calculator because you may be miscalculating yourself out a lot of tip money.
Wrong math: .0052 or a hair above 1 tenth of one percent.
Right math: .0052 or a hair above ½ (one half)of one percent.
"Statistically insignificant" is relative. If you needed plutonium for some reason, for example, the material would not be very pure or useful, a far cry from yellow cake (level of purity).
On the other hand, ½ percent of potassium nitrate in an explosive mix of carbon and sulfur is extremely significant:
Historically, nitre-beds were prepared by mixing manure with either mortar or wood ashes, common earth and organic materials such as straw to give porosity to a compost pile typically 1.5 meters high by 2 meters wide by 5 metres long.
The heap was usually under a cover from the rain, kept moist with urine, turned often to accelerate the decomposition and leached with water after approximately one year.
The liquid containing various nitrates was then converted with wood ashes to potassium nitrates, crystallized and refined for use in gunpowder.
Ka-Boom!
Mr. Etsnie,
Your math is wrong, but I am more interested in what your point is.
Are you implying that I am using the 52 cabdrivers who are currently Registered-Members of the CCO to be significant enough to represent all of the ~10,000 cabdrivers?
Because I'm certainly not, and I never have. And I will never claim to represent more or less than the Registered-Members (R-Ms) of the CCO.
Are you laboring under the misconception that the 52 cabdrivers represent the entire potential membership of the CCO, that what we have now is all we can get?
Because that is also an error.
Are you comparing the 51 drivers who made the choice to vote for any two cabdrivers to represent them in a large cabdriver organization with the several hundred that signed a 'vote of confidence' for the five, no four names supposedly constituting the AUPD?
Because those are apples and oranges.
And the feeble-minded lawyer Don Nathan who believes that these same hundreds of drivers would have 'turned out' to vote for Melissa Callahan is deluding himself. We cabdrivers know how notoriously low turnout for anything is.
Is anyone trying to have their cake and eat it too?
I am not in 'competition' with Melissa Callahan, and I never will be. Two cabdrivers wrote her name in and she has a Cabdriver-Representative (C-R) position in the Chicago Cabdriver Organization (CCO), and whether she chooses to participate in the CCO or not is entirely her decision.
I hope she participates in the CCO and contiues her work with the AUPD.
I again encourage anyone who likes her or what she is doing to do more than just talk. Join the AUPD and ask them about what YOU CAN DO to help the movement.
Or join the CCO. Or the MLTDA. Or the Taxi Brotherhood. Or the CPTDA (if you can find them...they're like the A-Team).
Until further notice, I will be at Kabob Corner, 760 W. Halsted, from 3pm to 7pm on Mondays and Tuesdays registering cabdrivers. To join the CCO, bring your licenses/tickets and a lease or proof that you own a medallion for photocopying. There is no membership fee.
If you want to become a Cabdriver-Representative (C-R), you can come speak with me about my appointing you to one of the empty positions.
The next regular CCO Election is scheduled for the third Wednesday in May 2008. I hope to have a great multiple of 51 voting then.
I will certainly have a lot more than 51 R-Ms long before the next CCO election.
What will you have?
I hope: a better attitude, or at least, a better calculator.
Most importantly...a fare increase!
-Mike Foulks, President, Chicago Cabdriver Organization (CCO)
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52 out of 10,000 = .0052 or a hair above 1 tenth of one percent.
That, sir, is as statistically insignificant as a half a grain of sand is to a beach.
THE ANALYST'S RULES:
THE ANALYST does not answer impertinent questions or requests from others who have proved beyond any doubt their abject inability to judge for themselves.
THE ANALYST knows the FUTURE and it is not about being "NICE."
THE ANALYST has no worldly concern of gain or loss, especially not of woolly thinking opines of the confused and vague who spit out their muddleheaded ideas as they occur in their addled little brains.
THE ANALYST may sit on you to demonstrate The Analyst's weight, if necessary.
THE ANALYST is (The Analyst's) identity.
Only the deluded and demented do not know THE ANALYST.
THE ANALYST knows little puppy dog's excuses for soiling itself.
THE ANALYST recommends little puppy dog stay out of alleys lest it get its widdle head bit off.
So you wanna know who or what The Analyst is.
The Analyst generally is a term for an individual or tool of whom or which the primary function is a deep examination of a specific, limited area and may mean:
* Accounting analyst, in business an individual who examines the financial statements of public companies.
* Business analyst, in business an employee who examines the needs and concerns of clients and stakeholders to determine where potential problems and opportunities lie, known also as a Business Systems Analyst.
* Color analyst, in sports broadcasting an individual who, as against a play-by-play announcer, provides analysis and commentary.
* Cost analyst, in business an employee who analyzes business operations to determine which courses of action are most efficacious.
* Financial analyst, in economics and finance an individual who analyzes securities and business equity.
* Industry analyst, in business and finance an individual who performs market research on segments of specific industries toward the identification of trends.
* Patent analyst, in the field of intellectual property an individual who performs patent and non-patent literature searches to determine the patentability of an invention.
* Psychoanalyst, in psychotherapy a practitioner who acts to elucidate connections in a patient's unconscious or subconscious mind.
* Public analyst, in the United Kingdom a duly qualified chemist appointed by a local authority.
* Systems Analyst or Information Analyst in computer science is an individual who analyzes technical design and functional design for development of new software.
* Web metrics Analyst, in webometrics an individual who examines trends and patterns in the use and expansion of the World Wide Web.
* An analyst in mathematics is an individual who focuses in the area of mathematical analysis.
THE ANALYST is all of the above and more.
The Analyst, subtitled A DISCOURSE Addressed to an Infidel Mathematician, is a book published by George Berkeley in 1734. The "infidel mathematician" is believed to have been Edmond Halley or Sir Isaac Newton. In the latter case, no reply would have been possible, as Newton died in 1727.
The Analyst was a direct attack on the foundations and principles of the calculus, specifically on Newton's notion of fluxions and on Leibniz's notion of infinitesimal change. Berkeley sought to defend religion by showing that the calculus, which grounded religion's new rival, natural philosophy (the predecessor of today's physics), led to paradox and absurdity.
Most frequently quoted passage:
And what are these Fluxions? The Velocities of evanescent Increments? And what are these same evanescent Increments? They are neither finite Quantities nor Quantities infinitely small, nor yet nothing. May we not call them the Ghosts of departed Quantities?
A more modern paraphrase:
What are these "instantaneous" rates of change? The ratios of vanishing increments? And what are these "vanishing" Increments? They are neither finite quantities nor "infinitesimal" quantities, nor yet nothing. May we not call them the ghosts of departed quantities?
Nothing much came of Berkeley's criticisms in the 18th century, if only because Berkeley was neither mathematician nor natural philosopher. But beginning around 1830, first in the hands of Augustin Cauchy, later in those of Bernhard Riemann, and Karl Weierstrass, the derivative and integral were redefined using a rigorously defined new concept, that of limit. But only in 1966, with the publication of Abraham Robinson's book Non-standard Analysis, was the object of Berkeley's strongest ridicule, Leibniz's intuitive notion of the infinitesimal, made fully rigorous, thus showing another way of overcoming the difficulties which Berkeley pointed out in Newton's approach.
So you're just a free-floating electron being bumped and bashed about by the woof and warp of the universe, buffeted to and fro by outside forces beyond your ken or control....
You're just reactin' to the action? what a lame excuse for an excuse. Sounds like lack of free will problem to me.
And hwo do expect will believe that? People who do not believe in Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny will find it hard to swallow your story.
Children who still believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny probably have enough life experience to conclude that you're just a creepy guy (who likes to use big words to either confuse or belittle them) in a costume called 'CPTDA'. It resembles a chicken-suit to me, and if you ever speak your words aloud, all I might hear is 'cluck-cluck-cluck'.
I am part of the dark matter which exists outside of this blog and your imagination which is gelling into a permanent, democratic, cabdriver organization. Too bad for you and your ilk, the 'blowhards'.
That object hurtling directly towards you is a meteor called the CCO, and it's large enough to destroy your little world. Too bad you're too underdeveloped and myopic to see it and get on board.
-Mike Foulks
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So you're just a free-floating electron being bumped and bashed about by the woof and warp of the universe, buffeted to and fro by outside forces beyond your ken or control....
You're just reactin' to the action? what a lame excuse for an excuse. Sounds like lack of free will problem to me.
And hwo do expect will believe that? People who do not believe in Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny will find it hard to swallow your story.
Mr. Foulks:
You sure are a tough guy - I'm easily double your age. You pick your enemies the same way Mussolini did. Don't forget - the Ethiopians almost beat him.
At this point in life, the only alley where I'd join you in a fight is in a civil action. The courts are designed to keep blood from running in the streets, and I prefer civilized fisticuffs where I have the clear advantage. I hung up my stars and bars forty years ago and haven't done a security job since my wife made me retire from such activities over thirty years ago.
Gee willikers, by my guess, you couldn't be much more than 30 given your recitation of your illustrious history licking the boots of Gerry Spence while sleeping under forspacious skies of Wyoming without a roof over your head.
But alas, there's nothing for us to litigate. You dislike me, and I don't give a diddly **** about you one way or the other. That's sure not enough to ground a cause of action. You have done me no civil wrong other than to say in print some things that only a low-life might say. I have said little of any substance about you other than for the fact that your veneers don't impress me or many others who have attended the University of Four Wheels.
Bottom line - you can go back to whatever makes you happy with my full respect and encouragement as long as you do it with the goal of making life better for my brothers and sisters behind the wheel. You can hate my 3/8 or whatever anyone as small as you would; it makes me no diffference what ethnic group you dislike. But I'll bet a few other drivers from various minorities will see through your bravado and recognize you for what you are - it won't win you support to be a hater of any ethnic group in a town like Chicago, not even 3/8.
When you try to insult a man for his ethnicity in Chicago, it just gets you dirty doing it.
I don't need capital letters for that messaage.
Replying to:
Well, at least you're keeping score, but in the future it would be nice if you included the original message so others could judge for themselves. Or, you could post your identity 'cause 'The Analyst' carries no weight of credibility. (Not yet, anyhow.)
Mr. Nathan is all over the place...I'm just following and confronting him until he finds himself in a dark alley.
I hope this is EDU-TAINING!
-Mike Foulks
Mr. Nathan,
There are good guys, bad guys, and tough guys. I can be any of the three.
You don't look 72 years old to me.
My declared enemies are those who neglect or abuse cabdrivers. Don't join them.
You don't want to fight me in a civil action any more than you can sustain the amount of pain I can gently apply to your body which can cause you to agree to anything. The courts can be a cause of blood running in the streets.
I put no value on your legal analysis, and urge others to do the same. Even 'low-life's like me are entitled to free expression. I'm not here to impress you or the other alumni of the UFW.
I don't need you permission to do anything, regardless of my intentions. I don't hate you, but I must admit that I have prejudices against every ethnic group, including my own. At least I don't pretend not to have them (or are in denial like so many).
I am also not afraid to discuss them or the basis for the hate or prejudice, so that all may understand it. You seem to be a Jew (3/8ths) who is quick to label others as Jew-haters, (or Nazis, or fascists, brownshirts, etc.) however you choose to apply it. Your sole basis for this defamation is my use of the word schmuck. If you want to relate the 3/8ths part, then let me upgrade you to 5/8ths schmuck and you can leave your Jewish ancestry out of it. I never meant to insult your ethnicity. It is your intelligence I intended to insult. Too bad you're too stupid to get it. Do you get it now, moron?
You are also not clever enough to play the Jew-hater card. Wasn't it you who used the word 'shibboleth' in an e-mail? I guess that establishes who introduced their Jewishness (3/8ths) as somehow relevant.
I can't use the word 'schmuck' without being a bigot?
Your insinuation that I've now committed some trangression that 'a few other drivers from various minorities will see through' again reflects your ignorance as to the political reality inside the 'cabdriver community'. I'm the minority, however you describe me, unless you describe me as a thoughtful, caring brother. You are a long-lost great-uncle who should stay as lost as you are now among us.
Telling lies about me to cabdrivers I may or may not know will at best bring a smirk to their face and at worst a punch in your nose. I recommend you call me names from the relative safety in front of your keyboard, but I sincerely ask you to stick to the truth. Better yet...
SHOO, FLY!
-Mike Foulks
P.S. Happy Hanukkah
P.P.S. Why don't you help FAMM bring their loved ones home for the Holidays a little sooner than scheduled? Try not to **** that up.
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Replying to:
Mr. Foulks:
You sure are a tough guy - I'm easily double your age. You pick your enemies the same way Mussolini did. Don't forget - the Ethiopians almost beat him.
At this point in life, the only alley where I'd join you in a fight is in a civil action. The courts are designed to keep blood from running in the streets, and I prefer civilized fisticuffs where I have the clear advantage. I hung up my stars and bars forty years ago and haven't done a security job since my wife made me retire from such activities over thirty years ago.
Gee willikers, by my guess, you couldn't be much more than 30 given your recitation of your illustrious history licking the boots of Gerry Spence while sleeping under forspacious skies of Wyoming without a roof over your head.
But alas, there's nothing for us to litigate. You dislike me, and I don't give a diddly **** about you one way or the other. That's sure not enough to ground a cause of action. You have done me no civil wrong other than to say in print some things that only a low-life might say. I have said little of any substance about you other than for the fact that your veneers don't impress me or many others who have attended the University of Four Wheels.
Bottom line - you can go back to whatever makes you happy with my full respect and encouragement as long as you do it with the goal of making life better for my brothers and sisters behind the wheel. You can hate my 3/8 or whatever anyone as small as you would; it makes me no diffference what ethnic group you dislike. But I'll bet a few other drivers from various minorities will see through your bravado and recognize you for what you are - it won't win you support to be a hater of any ethnic group in a town like Chicago, not even 3/8.
When you try to insult a man for his ethnicity in Chicago, it just gets you dirty doing it.
I don't need capital letters for that messaage.
Replying to:
Well, at least you're keeping score, but in the future it would be nice if you included the original message so others could judge for themselves. Or, you could post your identity 'cause 'The Analyst' carries no weight of credibility. (Not yet, anyhow.)
Mr. Nathan is all over the place...I'm just following and confronting him until he finds himself in a dark alley.
I hope this is EDU-TAINING!
-Mike Foulks
I'm not 72, I'm 86. Eating Kim Chee every day keeps me looking a bit the younger. Seriously, though, I'm more than a quarter of a century your senior.
You need to go back over who it was raising the ethnicity card, Mike. It sure wasn't me. The word "shibboleth" is an English word. English borrows from scores of other languages - it uses the best of so many that it has become something of a lingua franca throughout the civilized world.
Actually, "shibboleth" derives from The Bible: Judges 12:6, not that anyone cares necessarily.
"Schmuck" is now an English word as well. But men of good will don't refer to others as full or part schmuck unless they are trying to instigate a fight or foment hatred. No doubt your intention was to do both. It won't win you support or gain you friends who respect you to do that. It just marks you as trash.
My expectation is that you are capable of rising above that level. For the good of the unity of the taxi industry, you might think better of continuing a campaign of personal enmity.
It occurs to me while typing out these thoughts that virtually no one is going to bother reading them. Your rantings and my responses make no more noise than leaves falling from the trees.
The one thing for sure is that the more you insult me based on my ethnicity, the more you are going to attract the haters among the 13,500 drivers in Chicago - God knows there is a big share of them out there. Perhaps that's what you want to accomplish with your CCO. But men and women of good will and common decency - the overwhelming majority - will see right through a veneer of venom for what it is. They'll avoid you and, for that reason the CCO, like Bubonic Plague.
Too bad - your organization concept is an excellent one. That you would undermine it with ethnic hatred of any sort directly or indirectly is a pity. Your CCO ends up being the loser.
Think about it, young man.
Donald Nathan
PS: What's the psycho-babble about others being in denial about racial or ethnic hatred? Most of us mutts are in no position to flick anyone off on that basis. That probably includes you in spite of your evident enjoyment of ethnic insults.
PPS: Hitler put to death anyone with as little as 1/32 Jewish blood. What difference does it make if your enmity is baeed on 1/32, 3/8, 5/8 or whatever?
Happy holidays to you, whatever they are.
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REPLYING TO:
Mr. Nathan,
There are good guys, bad guys, and tough guys. I can be any of the three.
You don't look 72 years old to me.
My declared enemies are those who neglect or abuse cabdrivers. Don't join them.
You don't want to fight me in a civil action any more than you can sustain the amount of pain I can gently apply to your body which can cause you to agree to anything. The courts can be a cause of blood running in the streets.
I put no value on your legal analysis, and urge others to do the same. Even 'low-life's like me are entitled to free expression. I'm not here to impress you or the other alumni of the UFW.
I don't need you permission to do anything, regardless of my intentions. I don't hate you, but I must admit that I have prejudices against every ethnic group, including my own. At least I don't pretend not to have them (or are in denial like so many).
I am also not afraid to discuss them or the basis for the hate or prejudice, so that all may understand it. You seem to be a Jew (3/8ths) who is quick to label others as Jew-haters, (or Nazis, or fascists, brownshirts, etc.) however you choose to apply it. Your sole basis for this defamation is my use of the word schmuck. If you want to relate the 3/8ths part, then let me upgrade you to 5/8ths schmuck and you can leave your Jewish ancestry out of it. I never meant to insult your ethnicity. It is your intelligence I intended to insult. Too bad you're too stupid to get it. Do you get it now, moron?
You are also not clever enough to play the Jew-hater card. Wasn't it you who used the word 'shibboleth' in an e-mail? I guess that establishes who introduced their Jewishness (3/8ths) as somehow relevant.
I can't use the word 'schmuck' without being a bigot?
Your insinuation that I've now committed some trangression that 'a few other drivers from various minorities will see through' again reflects your ignorance as to the political reality inside the 'cabdriver community'. I'm the minority, however you describe me, unless you describe me as a thoughtful, caring brother. You are a long-lost great-uncle who should stay as lost as you are now among us.
Telling lies about me to cabdrivers I may or may not know will at best bring a smirk to their face and at worst a punch in your nose. I recommend you call me names from the relative safety in front of your keyboard, but I sincerely ask you to stick to the truth. Better yet...
-Mike Foulks
P.S. Happy Hanukkah
Mr. Nathan,
How would I know that you are 3/8ths Jewish if you didn't insist on making that known to me? I certainly don't care one way or the other.
You are undermining the CCO by claiming I have 'ethnic hatred', probably because your flattery was meant to ingratiate, but my integrity and intelligence disallows me to even consider associating with you.
Just to be clear...this would be the same if you were 0% or 100% Jewish. Keep on suggesting that I hate any particular group at your own risk. I am not above breaking your bones, no matter your age.
-Mike Foulks
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I'm not 72, I'm 86. Eating Kim Chee every day keeps me looking a bit the younger. Seriously, though, I'm more than a quarter of a century your senior.
You need to go back over who it was raising the ethnicity card, Mike. It sure wasn't me. The word "shibboleth" is an English word. English borrows from scores of other languages - it uses the best of so many that it has become something of a lingua franca throughout the civilized world.
Actually, "shibboleth" derives from The Bible: Judges 12:6, not that anyone cares necessarily.
"Schmuck" is now an English word as well. But men of good will don't refer to others as full or part schmuck unless they are trying to instigate a fight or foment hatred. No doubt your intention was to do both. It won't win you support or gain you friends who respect you to do that. It just marks you as trash.
My expectation is that you are capable of rising above that level. For the good of the unity of the taxi industry, you might think better of continuing a campaign of personal enmity.
It occurs to me while typing out these thoughts that virtually no one is going to bother reading them. Your rantings and my responses make no more noise than leaves falling from the trees.
The one thing for sure is that the more you insult me based on my ethnicity, the more you are going to attract the haters among the 13,500 drivers in Chicago - God knows there is a big share of them out there. Perhaps that's what you want to accomplish with your CCO. But men and women of good will and common decency - the overwhelming majority - will see right through a veneer of venom for what it is. They'll avoid you and, for that reason the CCO, like Bubonic Plague.
Too bad - your organization concept is an excellent one. That you would undermine it with ethnic hatred of any sort directly or indirectly is a pity. Your CCO ends up being the loser.
Think about it, young man.
Donald Nathan
PS: What's the psycho-babble about others being in denial about racial or ethnic hatred? Most of us mutts are in no position to flick anyone off on that basis. That probably includes you in spite of your evident enjoyment of ethnic insults.
PPS: Hitler put to death anyone with as little as 1/32 Jewish blood. What difference does it make if your enmity is baeed on 1/32, 3/8, 5/8 or whatever?
Happy holidays to you, whatever they are.
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REPLYING TO:
Mr. Nathan,
There are good guys, bad guys, and tough guys. I can be any of the three.
You don't look 72 years old to me.
My declared enemies are those who neglect or abuse cabdrivers. Don't join them.
You don't want to fight me in a civil action any more than you can sustain the amount of pain I can gently apply to your body which can cause you to agree to anything. The courts can be a cause of blood running in the streets.
I put no value on your legal analysis, and urge others to do the same. Even 'low-life's like me are entitled to free expression. I'm not here to impress you or the other alumni of the UFW.
I don't need you permission to do anything, regardless of my intentions. I don't hate you, but I must admit that I have prejudices against every ethnic group, including my own. At least I don't pretend not to have them (or are in denial like so many).
I am also not afraid to discuss them or the basis for the hate or prejudice, so that all may understand it. You seem to be a Jew (3/8ths) who is quick to label others as Jew-haters, (or Nazis, or fascists, brownshirts, etc.) however you choose to apply it. Your sole basis for this defamation is my use of the word schmuck. If you want to relate the 3/8ths part, then let me upgrade you to 5/8ths schmuck and you can leave your Jewish ancestry out of it. I never meant to insult your ethnicity. It is your intelligence I intended to insult. Too bad you're too stupid to get it. Do you get it now, moron?
You are also not clever enough to play the Jew-hater card. Wasn't it you who used the word 'shibboleth' in an e-mail? I guess that establishes who introduced their Jewishness (3/8ths) as somehow relevant.
I can't use the word 'schmuck' without being a bigot?
Your insinuation that I've now committed some trangression that 'a few other drivers from various minorities will see through' again reflects your ignorance as to the political reality inside the 'cabdriver community'. I'm the minority, however you describe me, unless you describe me as a thoughtful, caring brother. You are a long-lost great-uncle who should stay as lost as you are now among us.
Telling lies about me to cabdrivers I may or may not know will at best bring a smirk to their face and at worst a punch in your nose. I recommend you call me names from the relative safety in front of your keyboard, but I sincerely ask you to stick to the truth. Better yet...
-Mike Foulks
P.S. Happy Hanukkah
Hissssssssssss - Woof, Woof. I am not cowed by threats of physical violence you might direct at me.
Like all civilized people, I prefer vehemence to violence. If you are making a direct physical threat, it is only going to come back to haunt you.
It's like I said about bad karma - it comes back to bite you on the bottom.
Take a lesson from Yi Tang - read some of Thich Nhat Hanh. It might help when next you give testimony.
In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket.
Their father was gone.
The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two.
Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.
Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds.
He did man! age to l eave $15 a week to buy groceries.
Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either.
If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.
I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job.
The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town.
No luck.
The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job.
Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in t hat ha! d been c onverted to a truck stop.
It was called the Big Wheel.
An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids.
She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning.
She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.
I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people.
I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night.
She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep
This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.
That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.
When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night.
As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage.
The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.
One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires!
There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires.
Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ? I wondered.
I made a deal with the local service station.
In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office.
I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.
I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough.
Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids.
I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning.
Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe.
A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine.
The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.
When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes.
I quickly opened the driver's side door, ! crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat.
Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box.
Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10!
I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans.
Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes.
There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.
And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.
As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.
And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.
Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....
THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers to prayer:
1. "Yes!"
2. "Not yet."
3. "I have something better in mind."
God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar.
You maybe going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine.
My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless,
and I picked you.
Please pass this to at least four people you want to be blessed and a copy back to me.
This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards
Let's continue to pray for one another. Here is the prayer:....
Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power.
Amen.
I know I picked more than four, so can you
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Replying to:
Mr. Nathan,
There are good guys, bad guys, and tough guys. I can be any of the three.
You don't look 72 years old to me.
My declared enemies are those who neglect or abuse cabdrivers. Don't join them.
You don't want to fight me in a civil action any more than you can sustain the amount of pain I can gently apply to your body which can cause you to agree to anything. The courts can be a cause of blood running in the streets.
I put no value on your legal analysis, and urge others to do the same. Even 'low-life's like me are entitled to free expression. I'm not here to impress you or the other alumni of the UFW.
I don't need you permission to do anything, regardless of my intentions. I don't hate you, but I must admit that I have prejudices against every ethnic group, including my own. At least I don't pretend not to have them (or are in denial like so many).
I am also not afraid to discuss them or the basis for the hate or prejudice, so that all may understand it. You seem to be a Jew (3/8ths) who is quick to label others as Jew-haters, (or Nazis, or fascists, brownshirts, etc.) however you choose to apply it. Your sole basis for this defamation is my use of the word schmuck. If you want to relate the 3/8ths part, then let me upgrade you to 5/8ths schmuck and you can leave your Jewish ancestry out of it. I never meant to insult your ethnicity. It is your intelligence I intended to insult. Too bad you're too stupid to get it. Do you get it now, moron?
You are also not clever enough to play the Jew-hater card. Wasn't it you who used the word 'shibboleth' in an e-mail? I guess that establishes who introduced their Jewishness (3/8ths) as somehow relevant.
I can't use the word 'schmuck' without being a bigot?
Your insinuation that I've now committed some trangression that 'a few other drivers from various minorities will see through' again reflects your ignorance as to the political reality inside the 'cabdriver community'. I'm the minority, however you describe me, unless you describe me as a thoughtful, caring brother. You are a long-lost great-uncle who should stay as lost as you are now among us.
Telling lies about me to cabdrivers I may or may not know will at best bring a smirk to their face and at worst a punch in your nose. I recommend you call me names from the relative safety in front of your keyboard, but I sincerely ask you to stick to the truth. Better yet...
SHOO, FLY!
-Mike Foulks
P.S. Happy Hanukkah
P.P.S. Why don't you help FAMM bring their loved ones home for the Holidays a little sooner than scheduled? Try not to **** that up.
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Replying to:
Mr. Foulks:
You sure are a tough guy - I'm easily double your age. You pick your enemies the same way Mussolini did. Don't forget - the Ethiopians almost beat him.
At this point in life, the only alley where I'd join you in a fight is in a civil action. The courts are designed to keep blood from running in the streets, and I prefer civilized fisticuffs where I have the clear advantage. I hung up my stars and bars forty years ago and haven't done a security job since my wife made me retire from such activities over thirty years ago.
Gee willikers, by my guess, you couldn't be much more than 30 given your recitation of your illustrious history licking the boots of Gerry Spence while sleeping under forspacious skies of Wyoming without a roof over your head.
But alas, there's nothing for us to litigate. You dislike me, and I don't give a diddly **** about you one way or the other. That's sure not enough to ground a cause of action. You have done me no civil wrong other than to say in print some things that only a low-life might say. I have said little of any substance about you other than for the fact that your veneers don't impress me or many others who have attended the University of Four Wheels.
Bottom line - you can go back to whatever makes you happy with my full respect and encouragement as long as you do it with the goal of making life better for my brothers and sisters behind the wheel. You can hate my 3/8 or whatever anyone as small as you would; it makes me no diffference what ethnic group you dislike. But I'll bet a few other drivers from various minorities will see through your bravado and recognize you for what you are - it won't win you support to be a hater of any ethnic group in a town like Chicago, not even 3/8.
When you try to insult a man for his ethnicity in Chicago, it just gets you dirty doing it.
I don't need capital letters for that messaage.
Replying to:
Well, at least you're keeping score, but in the future it would be nice if you included the original message so others could judge for themselves. Or, you could post your identity 'cause 'The Analyst' carries no weight of credibility. (Not yet, anyhow.)
Mr. Nathan is all over the place...I'm just following and confronting him until he finds himself in a dark alley.
I hope this is EDU-TAINING!
-Mike Foulks
Yi,
Thanks for keeping us in your prayers. If there are those out there who do not fear the wrath of God for their misdeeds, then they can fear me, especially when their misdeeds directly affect me and my fellow cabdrivers.
I am not going to rely solely on divine intervention to improve our lot.
-Mike Foulks
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In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket.
Their father was gone.
The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two.
Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.
Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds.
He did man! age to l eave $15 a week to buy groceries.
Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either.
If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.
I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job.
The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town.
No luck.
The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job.
Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in t hat ha! d been c onverted to a truck stop.
It was called the Big Wheel.
An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids.
She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning.
She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.
I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people.
I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night.
She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep
This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.
That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.
When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night.
As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage.
The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.
One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires!
There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires.
Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ? I wondered.
I made a deal with the local service station.
In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office.
I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.
I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough.
Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids.
I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning.
Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe.
A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine.
The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.
When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes.
I quickly opened the driver's side door, ! crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat.
Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box.
Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10!
I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans.
Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes.
There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.
And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.
As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.
And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.
Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....
THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers to prayer:
1. "Yes!"
2. "Not yet."
3. "I have something better in mind."
God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar.
You maybe going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine.
My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless,
and I picked you.
Please pass this to at least four people you want to be blessed and a copy back to me.
This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards
Let's continue to pray for one another. Here is the prayer:....
Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power.
Amen.
I know I picked more than four, so can you
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Mr. Nathan,
There are good guys, bad guys, and tough guys. I can be any of the three.
You don't look 72 years old to me.
My declared enemies are those who neglect or abuse cabdrivers. Don't join them.
You don't want to fight me in a civil action any more than you can sustain the amount of pain I can gently apply to your body which can cause you to agree to anything. The courts can be a cause of blood running in the streets.
I put no value on your legal analysis, and urge others to do the same. Even 'low-life's like me are entitled to free expression. I'm not here to impress you or the other alumni of the UFW.
I don't need you permission to do anything, regardless of my intentions. I don't hate you, but I must admit that I have prejudices against every ethnic group, including my own. At least I don't pretend not to have them (or are in denial like so many).
I am also not afraid to discuss them or the basis for the hate or prejudice, so that all may understand it. You seem to be a Jew (3/8ths) who is quick to label others as Jew-haters, (or Nazis, or fascists, brownshirts, etc.) however you choose to apply it. Your sole basis for this defamation is my use of the word schmuck. If you want to relate the 3/8ths part, then let me upgrade you to 5/8ths schmuck and you can leave your Jewish ancestry out of it. I never meant to insult your ethnicity. It is your intelligence I intended to insult. Too bad you're too stupid to get it. Do you get it now, moron?
You are also not clever enough to play the Jew-hater card. Wasn't it you who used the word 'shibboleth' in an e-mail? I guess that establishes who introduced their Jewishness (3/8ths) as somehow relevant.
I can't use the word 'schmuck' without being a bigot?
Your insinuation that I've now committed some trangression that 'a few other drivers from various minorities will see through' again reflects your ignorance as to the political reality inside the 'cabdriver community'. I'm the minority, however you describe me, unless you describe me as a thoughtful, caring brother. You are a long-lost great-uncle who should stay as lost as you are now among us.
Telling lies about me to cabdrivers I may or may not know will at best bring a smirk to their face and at worst a punch in your nose. I recommend you call me names from the relative safety in front of your keyboard, but I sincerely ask you to stick to the truth. Better yet...
SHOO, FLY!
-Mike Foulks
P.S. Happy Hanukkah
P.P.S. Why don't you help FAMM bring their loved ones home for the Holidays a little sooner than scheduled? Try not to **** that up.
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Mr. Foulks:
You sure are a tough guy - I'm easily double your age. You pick your enemies the same way Mussolini did. Don't forget - the Ethiopians almost beat him.
At this point in life, the only alley where I'd join you in a fight is in a civil action. The courts are designed to keep blood from running in the streets, and I prefer civilized fisticuffs where I have the clear advantage. I hung up my stars and bars forty years ago and haven't done a security job since my wife made me retire from such activities over thirty years ago.
Gee willikers, by my guess, you couldn't be much more than 30 given your recitation of your illustrious history licking the boots of Gerry Spence while sleeping under forspacious skies of Wyoming without a roof over your head.
But alas, there's nothing for us to litigate. You dislike me, and I don't give a diddly **** about you one way or the other. That's sure not enough to ground a cause of action. You have done me no civil wrong other than to say in print some things that only a low-life might say. I have said little of any substance about you other than for the fact that your veneers don't impress me or many others who have attended the University of Four Wheels.
Bottom line - you can go back to whatever makes you happy with my full respect and encouragement as long as you do it with the goal of making life better for my brothers and sisters behind the wheel. You can hate my 3/8 or whatever anyone as small as you would; it makes me no diffference what ethnic group you dislike. But I'll bet a few other drivers from various minorities will see through your bravado and recognize you for what you are - it won't win you support to be a hater of any ethnic group in a town like Chicago, not even 3/8.
When you try to insult a man for his ethnicity in Chicago, it just gets you dirty doing it.
I don't need capital letters for that messaage.
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Well, at least you're keeping score, but in the future it would be nice if you included the original message so others could judge for themselves. Or, you could post your identity 'cause 'The Analyst' carries no weight of credibility. (Not yet, anyhow.)
Mr. Nathan is all over the place...I'm just following and confronting him until he finds himself in a dark alley.
I hope this is EDU-TAINING!
-Mike Foulks
Right on, Diane.
Truth has a way of winnowing out - in spite of the efforts of those who bellow out against it.
Keep in mind that those who organize fight together and win results. Those who don't just have to beg. Drivers united are heard. Those divided are the same as the homeless at the end of the freeway ramps.
That's the lesson from New York - their victory outweigh their defeats, and they command attention because of their numbers. The efforts of a few good men - and women like you - here in Chicago will win the ear of the Transportation Committee sooner rather than never.
You don't have to be an "insider" to know which way the wind is blowing. But you sure are an "insider", and your posting is one that needs to be noted by the bellowing enemies.
