The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
Sympathy is our foulest trait
by Regis Boff
It takes gumption to show how happy you are. Standing toe to toe with some moaner who is demanding you feel wicked about the plight of some phantom sufferer, continents away and telling them to fuck off is a fantastic sensation.
I despise fake empathy. Most people don’t give a booger about the “convictions” they parade around with like dreary sermonizing, old drag queens.
American sympathy is our foulest trait. Our lives have become artificial performances put on day in and day out to verify our pointless compassions .
We have been made afraid to enjoy our lives.