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.
Our own Demon
by Regis Boff
“La plus belle des ruses du diable est de vous persuader qu’il n’existe pas.”
(“The devil’s finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.”)”
― Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen 1857
I have been wondering this morning, in the very quietest part of my mind, if what Americans call “The free press” is just a trick as well. We have a media that grinds us daily into granulated hate. Yet if we scream at it, “you are evil,” it accuses us of assault and cowers like a damsel, to persuade us to forgive it.