Conning Hood

Now that yet another film about Robin Hood (will it ever end?)is about to hit the silver screen I feel something pulling at my blog-strings and it needs to be splashed over this smaller screen.
I have never subscribed to all that 'rob from the rich, give to the poor' malarkey which the Hood tales are intent on spouting. It reeks of a thief having some kind of heart, yet at the very core of 'thiefdom', dwelling in its inner mechanics, the heart is merciless (in the ribcage of a thief).
You see to me, the main ingredient in the 'soul recipe' for cooking up a bandit is GREED, and as long as GREED has a hand in the proceeedings then any notion of a 'thief with a heart' flies out the castle window. Even if one were to argue that Hood and his merry men (its all sounding increasingly iffy) had made enough loot to be able to share the spoils with the poor, their very natures would forbid them.
I know im waxing way too seriously about what should be a happy tale about jolly highway men striking a blow for the poor and put-upon people, but I don't care. If Robin Hood ever really lived in his cosy tree house in Sherwood forest then the laws of banditry dictate that he (along with his merry men)was a cad who never threw a shilling to the poor.