A old timer told me how he turned tables on a ww2 military training exercise in the artic.
He was the fox, and he tied and droped a rope in to the deep end of a ravine.
Left a big trail leading down into the ravine. He climbed out on the rope. and pulled the rope up.
the Hounds (hunters) got trapped into the ravine.
He proceeded to taunt and drop snowballs on the hunting party.
The comic scenario above only works if you turn the tables on the hunting party.
With the total economic meltdown, people around me getting laid off (I'll likely be gone in the next round of RIFs), and they're gearing up to take away our pensions, yes, Scott, you nailed that one.
I hadn't thought of the island scenario, though. Might be worth looking into. How much would Dogbert charge to hook me up with a nearsighted billionaire? My other retirement plan was to shoot a couple of politicians, which I figure would be a win-win: the state would have to support me and give me free medical care for the rest of my life AND there would be two less politicians in the world.
Sounds like IBM's recent Salary discussion where we were told we were valuable and that they wanted to have wages that were competitive to retain employees BUT decided not to give raises to anyone except executives again. Maybe next year.....oh wait.