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: December, 2018

Only Luck is out of our control. 

“Without celebrity, Democracy cannot long survive”; Oscar Wilde.


“Rally round the steering wheel boys”

Autonomous driving cars are an affront to our manhood. No man or authentic woman should ever own one. If spotted on our consecrated highways they need to be nudged unceremoniously onto side roads that lead nowhere. They are a far-left Democrat brew for emasculation and represent the decades-long scheming of Barack Obama, James Taylor, and the stinky French. The route these horrid appliances take will lead us straight to castration.

God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant, and the cat. He has no real style, He just goes on trying other things. – Pablo Picasso

God built Death to keep us out.

If we are to be certain of one thing, the New Testament God is not easily offended.

Every morning posts I composed years ago show up for me to reshare on FaceBook. Many of the people who responded to them back then are now dead. I sense a screenplay coming on featuring these zombies.

Tangled up in Genitals

I have decided that only gay men can be genuinely kind and talented. Heterosexual men can be either one or the other, but never at the same time.
Young girls, face a clumsy period of uncertainty on this matter but with age, particularly if they have had more than two children or more than two husbands, they find lesbianism the obvious sensible choice.
Men seldom communicate with each other unless the subject is really big, like the universe or the Pittsburgh Steelers. Women never allow silence to invade their relationships with other women.
Women have no big themes. They are not philosophers. This fact has always confounded me because I know a very reasonable explanation is somehow hidden in it. It might be that women are by nature merely trivial but it is, however, certainly plausible that all philosophy is bullshit. This is just one of the open questions in my life.
The mind boggles.

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