Heroes? Bah, who needs 'em!

A reader calling him or herself Jolly Roger (nice name) wrote this comment to a way-back post about Mr. Taylor Armerding and firefighters and heroes:

How do you do ... a hero.

Lance? Sword, nunchucks?? Gamma-ray laser taser gloves in sky blue???

“GIVE ME BACK MY PANCREAS!”- Agent X

So what’s the f**king point of heroes, no really? Don’t they just act all morally highbrow saving virtues and looking like dicks albeit better dressed dicks than us? But still dicks though, bequeathed with amour* or a good seamstress. Showing us up to be A typical inept-lings while they swan in (most times un-asked) and mute whatever quite entertaining cataclysm that was descending down your road while stealing whichever apparently distressed maiden is hanging about the place.

Based on that alone, they should not be encouraged, moreover culled. Alas 21st century heroism isn’t so slice and die. Everyone can be a sort of hero, so sit down Fatwoman and Widerman and lets get cracking....

(more on this person's blog, here)

Everyone needs a hero. We aspire to be admired by those around us. Problem is, it's a purely subjective analysis.

Personally, I like Dudley Do-Right as a hero. He's an "inept-ling," right?

I think we can all agree that Dudley Do-Right is a genuine hero, of the 'everyman's' variety.

* I think s/he means "armour," unless the implication is that the person is bequeathed with love, French-style.