I Shall Return!

Ok, fine, so maybe you won this battle. You had a better showing than I thought. Congratulations, you know what that means? You've just given me new motivation to stay alive longer. Why? So I can taste the sweetness of victory when I finally crush you.

So, I'm taking off to Florida right now. Screw it, you can have the San Antonio Summer. I don't need this city. The golf courses here suck anyway.

But before you start slapping yourselves on the back, realize this: my spies tell me there will something HUGE coming up in the Fall. And when I get confirmation of the next event, I'll be back in a hearbeat with a new prosthetic hip and ready to kick all your lazy asses up and down the street. Laugh it up while you can slackers because it won't last long.

I shall return!

yours truly,

Colonel D. Williams (Ret.)

Congratulations! You've Accomplished Nothing!

Ok, so you had a decent turnout for the Summit, well not as big as 1947, but it was ok. And you're probably patting yourselves on the back thinking you've got me licked. Hardly. Whenever you're cruising down the road, I'll be behind you in my electric wheelchair waiting to put my cane in your spokes. Whenever you lock your bike outside a bar, I'll be there in my van crushing it underneath my hydraulic wheelchair lift. And when you're in the ditch eating dirt, I'll be there laughing.

That's right, you have not seen the last of Colonel D. Williams (Ret.)!