You’re in a crowded saloon. The biggest, baddest gunslinger is lounging at the bar, regaling his compatriots with stories of how big and bad he is, about his millions of followers and billions in revenue. Then the door swings open. Another gunslinger comes in. He starts handing out traffic, moving from table to table, complimenting each person, working the room like a professional politician. Then he reaches the biggest, baddest gunslinger. He sticks out his hand. The biggest, baddest gunslinger stares at him, then stands up and walks away. (That’s right – no gun violence in this blog!).