Monday, August 21, 2017

The Theory


      You're surrounded by a pack of wolves in the forest. They're hungry, and you look like a lamb chop to them. You have a gun. It's a six-shooter. You count the wolves, there's more than six. What do you do?
      You figure out what wolf is the alpha and put a bullet in him. With any luck the surviving wolves will scatter and run away without a leader. Unless the alpha female steps up. Then the theory is in flux.
      A group of drunk guys at a bar start picking on you because you look funny. You can't help the way you look, but that's how it goes. There's four of them. You're not much of a fighter. You tried talking your way out of it, but they persist. What should you do?
      You go after the guy with biggest mouth. The guy who's doing the talking. Rather then fighting four guys, single one out, the leader. And when the leader goes down so does the group, so the theory states.
      This theory can be applied to dogs, not cats, bossy people you know, bossy people you don't know, retired Marine sergeants, certain bus drivers, a fair amount of chefs, model train engineers, circus clowns with attitudes, girlfriends named Johnny, boyfriends named Jill and U.S. Presidents born in Queens.
      I learned the theory from two different drunks on two different occasions. I'm thinking there's something to it. Give it a try and let me know how it works.
   
   
      

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