Unnoticed in Clever Worlds

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.

Your average frightened woman

A human being is not particularly appealing in and of itself. It is mostly just holed expanses of skin with tufts of hair. In fact, beauty needs always to be interpreted by broad cultural orientations to achieve itself. I do not find Mongolian women attractive and, in fairness, one of them has ever hit on me in any bar either. It always, “just depends.”
Women toil at their appeal for vastly longer swatches of their day than men do. We depend principally on lack of odor and clean hair as our building blocks of presentation.
Women, conversely, tool themselves daily with Vietcong camouflages then still leave the house feeling less than they really are.
“Less than they really are,” that’s the key here.
Women are sensible so they can forgive men their appearance, understanding that husbands will eventually serve other purposes. Where they are unwise is that they never excuse themselves.
Women regularly carp about having to maintain their allure to keep a man attracted. This is because few women ever trust the love of a man.

Sorry to upset you

It has come to my attention that some of you resent my occasional reference to myself as a “Democrat” when I urge a particular perspective. I can “dig ” that, as we sometimes said in the sixties. Those who are angered by my trespass into their kingdoms fail to understand that to be called a Republican or a Democrat, in my world, is not so complimentary.

Dissatisfied Maniacs

I can’t say that I don’t feel safer because America has so many guns, because I do. This is not to say I don’t fear maniacs, armed and not, again because I do. I just fear madmen against whom I can’t defend myself still more.
We live in a time where one example seems enough to compel any argument to be settled on the spot. Such a society is ruled by a digest of lowest common denominators. Usually this yields a culture that produces clumps of dissatisfied maniacs who, by their homicidal urgencies, settle many people’s minds about guns.

for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. — Albert Camus

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In heaven, all the interesting people are missing. — Nietzsche

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