It is as much about politics as it is not. I mock politicians as I mock my own stupidity or the dumbness of people I’ve met living in this country for over twenty years.
I was a professional journalist in D.C. for eight years. I had inhaled the odor long enough to run fast and far away from it, ditching my useless gas mask on the way. Call me a softie if you’d like to.
I started writing again after a ten year break. Initially, for my own consumption. Just to see if I could still do it. I am not a writer. Steinbeck, Faulkner, Sherwood Anderson, Hemingway, Scott Fitzgerald and Mark Twain are among the very few who can be called The Writers.
Moreover, I am not a journalist who wants to write a book in order to be called a writer. This has been very trendy in this country for a good number of years. Wish it were not the case.
My friends and acquaintances have asked me to send them the stories I have written, and I have reluctantly complied. Their response has been rather encouraging, thus I have decided to start this “one way street” blog. It is from me to you only, thus don’t look for a comment section.
I hope you will excuse me for not being interested in either your negative or positive observations. I am neither a stranger to critique, nor an enemy of compliments. BTDT. If you smile or laugh or get angry or consider me mad – – that’s all I ask for. If not, sorry to waste your time, and happy to see you go!