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.
More’s the Pity
by Regis Boff
I am warming to this inrush of Mexican and Central Americans into the US. It doesn’t faze me in the least. Real Americans are slowly evolving into a newer species which can no longer physically handle manual labor anyway. So let them have at it, I say.
What does unnerve me however is our loss of colonizing gumption. There was a time, not too long ago when these countries to our South would have just been taken over with a sixgun and a few horse striding Texas Rangers. More’s the pity.