Ok, I was having a laugh with the wife, reading all the fanboy posts, and we were jokingly ribbing each other. She said these guys are blindly following the brand, and I said yeah, these guys are like walking off cliffs saying “This is for you, GARYYYyyy....” complete with the reference to the scene from The Omen. Or “I’ll take a bullet for you Jack...” which is why I am posting this. She says I would take a bullet for a designer/programer before an owner/CEO. Probably right. What are your thoughts? Who would you take a bullet for? A favorite designer, programmer, artist, Gary? Jack?

Good question, heres your answer, You believe the shot will be fatal. This guy has pulled a .44 magnum out and is pointing it at them. This is a sacrifice. Pure and simple.

Ok, real answer there. Respect that.

Ok, even more honest... with qualifiers!! We should get Lyman a set of kevlar undies.

I have experience nursing an abdominal wound patient back to health from post op to followup office visit. Not a fun exprience. Ok, it was the wife and it was a tubal pregnancy... same misery for her, and I would never ever say more misery for me, nope, never say it.

So true, once a soldier, always a soldier.

Or A passive agressive enabler, making sure the shooter has a clear shot. But CEO’s usually dont need any help, they tend to do things that keep the crosshairs of decision firmly aimed at their own feet.

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So true, but I have met guys who have given more than you could ask tell me, in a certain situation, when others can and should step up, they step back, because to them, they have given enough already. At first I thought that was more than a bit cold, but if they ever tell you, and you may wish they never had, why- their point of view becomes crystal clear. I feel fortunate to have never had to give more than my time, my sweat, my hard work, and my good fortune while serving my fellow Americans, so my willingness to step up again is always there, as is my respects for those who have given more already.

This. In a nutshell. Too many who are clueless who don’t even know what “Step up” means, or even how to. While 20 people sit cowering in a janitor’s closet, worried they are going to be triggered and need a safe space, and not a one picks up the mop, breaks the handle, fashions it into a crude spear and heads out to face their destiny. When did we become such domesticated felines?

And sometimes there is no difference.

When I was in the Navy, heading out on weekend liberty to see my high school friend at college in St. Louis, three young men with a knife heard something similar to this from me in Chicago back in 1981 when they interupted my stroll from the train station to the bus terminal. They asked nicely for my wallet, it had my entire paycheck of $380 in cash in it, so I kindly refused, threw my sea bag to the ground in a huff and said “Well, it’s three on one, I’m not going to win, but I AM taking one of you with me, you just have to figure out between the three of you who that one of you is.” They then looked at each other, looked at my 6’4”, 225 pounds of woopass, and decided, yeah, he probably could, and took a rain check on mugging me that day. After they ran off, I picked up my sea bag, finished my stroll, sat down in the bus terminal, and tried to recover from the adrenaline OD as I waited for the midnight bus to St Louis. There is stupid, and there is brave, and sometimes, you can’t tell them apart.