It's a cry heard 'round the world, and particularly from those those gazing in wonder (and envy and even fear, too) at the distant frontier. Go forth, young man. Seek thy fortune. Go web, go web!
And just as in days gone by, when the cry was "Go West, young man!" instead, the internet frontier is a dangerous place fraught with great risks -- but also the potential for great reward!
I don't call it the Wild, Wild Web for nuthin'!
So many brave hearts have ventured forth. But considerably fewer still have lived to tell the tale. The path is a dangerous one, full of rough roads and falling rocks, deadly predators and bandits, countless false trails and uncharted territories to befuddle and betray the unwise.
In other words, you can get your head handed to you -- and not just by Injuns (i.e., the brutal and merciless competition out there). And it won't be on a silver platter, either.
Sometimes -- heck, let's talk straight here, kemosabe -- most times you need a trusty, grizzled old trailblazer to set you right.
And that's where I come in.
I've been doin' this a long time. I've seen the ugly fate that so often befalls the unwise and the unwary. Please, friend, don't run the risks of going Web, whether you be young man or old, or even one of the fairer sex withal, without a trusty, expert field guide who knows the lay of the land, and can help you avoid the dangers and reach safety!
I waiting for you, at the trail head... all you gotta do is whistle me up, partner.
Yee-haw! Let's ride!