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.
How I helped the Donald
by Regis Boff
President Trump hasn’t called me for a while. He explained he needed a solid head around what gift to bring to his Summit with Vladimir Putin coming up in July. He knows I would thoughtfully weigh Chief inquisitor Mueller’s feelings about too much chumminess with Putin against an appearance of cheapness. I offered that he should keep it simple, like a couple of large breasted whores /strippers. Curious, I asked him about his first instincts. ” Chicago” was all he said.