Eagle Entrees

There is a school of thought that labels some people “ducks” – waddling through life, oblivious to most reasoning, not difficult to manipulate for greedy gain. But the truth is most of the so-called “drivers” aka “eagles” are still pussies, only pussies hiding it better.

They are the bigger prizes, the ones with the stiff backs and all of the answers, shuffling amid technological clutter and textbook suggestions for higher intelligence. Put them on the spot and challenge their skills, and they’ll quake stuttering excuses. They’re good to go when someone is so obviously inferior, but they’re still a carnivore’s entrée – more fat to the muscle. Almost everyone is steak tartare disguised as filet mignon, a garnish away from cubed and diced for devouring.