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Premium Member Whatever Happened To All Those Cab Drivers With Phd's

Whatever happened to all those cab drivers 
  in Madison, Wisconsin with PhD's back in the 1970's?

How are all the college kids doing who cut off a finger or toe
  in order to avoid get drafted for the War in Vietnam?

How many domestic terrorists with blood on their hands
  are leading respectable lives with forged identities? 
    Bernadine Dohrn, 'College Professor' - ex-Leader of 
      the 'Weather Underground'... Do you sleep at night?

Whatever became of all those long-hairs in the pictures
  at Woodstock Music Festival in New York in 1969?

How about all those backpackers searching for Truth, who dived
  deep into cults like Hari Krishna and the Moonies?
    Wuddya say, Ginni Thomas?

Where have all the flowers gone? ... They've gone the way of
  ANTIFA, of BLM, of Seattle, WA, of Portland, OR, of all the
   'Sanctuary Cities' and George-Soros backed Prosecuting Attorneys
     who refuse to prosecute, of CRT, of the 1619 Project, of endless
      COVID lockdowns, of 'The Squad' and of 'wokeness'

But if you ask me, if America could survive the Cuban Missile Crisis,
Castro, Mao, Watergate, Sadam Hussein, Monica Lewinsky, Bin-Laden, 
9/11, the Dotcom Bust, the ENRON and Arthur Anderson scandals, 
the Great Recession, the Real Estate bubble, and Donald Trump and 
Hilary Clinton, then I guess we can survive about anything


Premium Member Taxi Cab Driver

T   Tips are adding up fast
A   And you can see the meter rolling hard
X   'Xasperating to watch your hard earn money being spent
I    It might be better to not see how many accidents you have almost had

C   Cabbie drives wrecklessly, through two inch spaces,
A   Afraid for your life, you clutch the door, and the seat ahead of you
B   But you are not there yet, and you are in New York City

D   Deliberate attempts to kill you have not been successful yet
R   Racing heart, you dare not look away, from your final destination
I    In the throes of scary, you are terrified you are going to be smashed up
V   Vigorous driving, fast paced, then slamming on the brakes, wham. Whip.
E    Enthusiastic smiles from the man who has your life in his hands.
R    Relieved you have arrived in one piece, deciding never again.
Form: Acrostic

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