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.
“Rally round the steering wheel boys”
by Regis Boff
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 into castration.