My son came home complaining about a bully in school. I told him
he'd have to fight him or solve the problem. "How do I solve the
problem?" He asked. Easy, give the drug dealer on the corner some
bad info, like how the bully is selling drugs on his turf. Poof--He was
dead within the week, and the problem went away. Chicago is now
a better place.

Now that's how to handle courage. The silent types are what
will kill you, not the breast beaters.

JB

Amazing, you have just confessed to a felony.

Dan, U. S. Air Force, retired