Holding out for a Hero

Where have all the good men gone

And where are all the gods?

Where's the street-wise Hercules

To fight the rising odds?

Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?

Late at night I toss and turn and dream
of what I need

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life *

... Sorry he ain't coming.  His back got put out picking up other peoples trash. His face got put out by Rollover.

I'd fly down from the Fortress of  Ineptitude myself if it could do any good but my super-powers are critically impaired in the presence of Brown Metabolite, which is locally abundant.
 
Sooner or later people are going to have to rat out their neighbours to get the guns off the streets, no ex-pat cop is going take a bullet for Cayman. At a maximum $1,000 reward from Crimestoppers no Caymanian is willing to be a Bulletstopper either.

Unless praying for a hero is the official gun crime strategy put some real money on the table - serious money signifies serious intent. How about $50,000 upwards?

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* Thanks Bonnie - I owe you a drink - bottle of gargle OK?