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.
by Regis Boff
I understand why some men would vote for Hillary Clinton. We are accustomed to making desperate blind drunk decisions on women before the bars close.
Women never base long or short term affection on sexual hysteria. This makes them more dependable than men. Even in the urgency of the bar’s “last call,” they will calmly counterfeit a romantic landscape that forgives the alleyway or the sleazy hotel where they wind up. They invent an excusable poetry to surround their poor decisions.
The poetry of Hillary is that Bill slept with her.