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.
Whoopee, We’re All Going To Die!
by Regis Boff
Nothing is more riveting than the opportunity to die with everyone around you. War remains popular because of it’s morbid, but fuzzy fellowship. Bibles sell Doomsday, and we plan for them like parties.
We all prepared for death last night, believing that God had us pegged as snow cones.
Politicians get away with wars. God never tires of apocalypse, and weathermen escape because it might rain tomorrow.