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.

Month: November, 2018

Poem: Hear Me

The waters hear my questions
Then rush back to the sea.
Its answers came back as splashes
Rudely covering me.

Poets, not accusers should be anonymous.

The fearing of the unalterable.

We have been inventing conventions to deal with ourselves in the natural world all along. Christianity, like all other human religions, was conscripted to counter our own cruelty and our loneliness.
Climate change religions are forming all around us. We have moved on from trying to understand the unknowable to the fearing of the unalterable.

Satchels of Silence

Men carry silence
in satchels
filled with oaths,
weaved loosely
from malice and murder.

The Courage of the empty room

Facebook has furnished me with something I never managed to accumulate in life after college, a robust reserve of casual friends. I was on the move most of my life. I made only “best friends”. I even today have a good number of them. They come and go but I can’t fill a room with them on a rainy day if I get lonely. Facebook fills that room for me.
It doesn’t take great courage to be the fool if you have an audience. It does however if you don’t. I am aware I appear foolish. It’s my strength that I can do it in an empty room.
I have done a lot of deep sea fishing. The idea of casting lines into vast emptiness appeals to me. It comes from taking a lot of LSD.
So I am grateful to FaceBook for helping me on this.

And I don’t care

Why is it so important that I am on board with this climate change shit? Why am I integral to your feelings of wellness?
Sometimes I feel like the starter pistol at the beginning of everyone else’s race.
Get on with it or shut up. No one is ever going to protect you all your life.
Stand up for yourselves. Stop waiting for everyone else to change
because they won’t and you will spend your whole life waiting on me.
And I don’t care.

Trump and Me

Donald Trump and I are much alike.
First of all, we are both happy to not worry ourselves sick about the high school popularity contests of life that take up so much time. The best revenge is living well.
We both have wives who are smarter than us and children who are morality tales when compared to us. I have a dog he does not. He has the cabinet.
We both have snobby “Holier than Thou” educations. These educations can become dangerously hollow without real-world experience. We both have that in spades.
We are not blind to suffering. But unlike the people who want to keep certain races as economic “pets”, we are certain everyone is equipped to make their way without state pensions and crutches. The real racists in this country are found in clumps of sad people of all races who have been made to believe they can’t succeed until everyone else changes their attitude about them. They and their children are doomed.
We are not ashamed of ourselves or our country. We have lived exciting lives. We know evil exists and it does not reside exclusively in either political party.
We know that the first principle of negotiation is to win and that there is nothing wrong in that unless you are uncomfortable about who you are. And we aren’t.
We know our nation is very important to the future of Mankind. That socialism is for insects and fascism comes from the seizure of the media not guns.
We are not certain if we will run again. It is a lot of work. The Democrats will have two years to figure what they are talking about. We could pull the old switcharoo and run as a Democrat just to drive everyone over a psychotic cliff but that, though fun, may not satisfy us.
The greatest dilemmas come from the inferior lifestyle of the Presidency. The hotels are second class and we think we have run the hooker program to its logical end.


On balance, our country’s media and its un-lanced boil that we call today’s has not contributed to our Nation’s welfare in any discernible way in the past decade. It is consumerized, politicized, and deeply committed to drawing our attention to the little hatreds that exist in all human beings while ignoring what is so stellar about us.

Die Fighting

by Regis Boff

If I even mention guns in my house, my wife looks at me like I am a baboon lighting my farts with a space heater.

Many people want to pass legislation banning guns. I have been searching for a likeness that might expose my gut feelings on this.

I believe that a woman has the absolute right to choose whether or not she has a baby, no exceptions. If I were a woman and legislation was passed forbidding me to abort, there would be no peace in the land. Keep in mind, I lived through the female fight to gain this freedom. It will never be taken away by Republicans because women will say no. Women would lay down theirs lives for this right. I have seen it.

I am a man, and I have absolute rights too. I listened to reports of how these people in Paris were shot one by one while they waited. It would have bothered me that I could not fight back in my last minutes. If my family were laying next to me waiting to die it would have hurt even more.

Nothing the Democrats could argue would have been consoling at that moment. I would wish for a gun.

I am a man. I would need to fight back. Like a woman who demands to control the life that is inside her, a man needs to be able to resist the evil that is outside him.

No woman should be forced to have a child.

No man should be made helpless to defend one.

Even mirrors bow to them

I think memories must wait impatiently
in lines
to be called up.
Until the last.
After all, we dream to the very end.
And things then get crowded.
There must is a special place
for the dreams of young girls though,
for even the mirrors bow to them.

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