JOHN WAYNE

The internet is like a Wild West saloon full of scalawags and two bit hustlers. We need a John Wayne to saunter through the swinging doors, gulp a swig of whiskey at the bar, then swivel and throw a mean cross to the jaw of the first scoundrel who tries to accost him. A bone jarring barroom brawl ensues as the whole bunch of varmints descend on him. The badly beat-up coyotes end up eating dust on the street in front of the saloon after being thrown out by the seat of their pants one by one. This is the cue for Ricky Nelson to strum his guitar and croon, " Rio Bravo "