I AM FLUFFY!

It struck me while eating lunch this afternoon that in many of my recent essays here I have been unkind (though not necessarily unjust) in my remarks about a number of people.

Jonathan.
Filippinas.
Cigar smokers.
Marinites.
Alabama.
Midwesterners of Dutch descent.
Midwesterners in general.
Pete Hoekstra.
Christians, Protestants, Calvinists.
Indian computer scammers.
E-commerce yuppies.
Coke fiends.
Lindsey Graham.
Sherlock Holmes.
Kate Sears.
Hong Kong rioters.
White people who sing.
Some pipe smokers.
Fujianese.
Kids.

Hippies, artistic types, spiritual people, wheat grass freaks, gluten-phobes, sages, shamans, psychics, crystal healers, eastern mysticism devotees, vegans, alternative medicine men or women, people who have had great epiphanies, or folks who write meaningful poetry, deadheads, potheads, white people with Chinese tattoos, anti-smoking nazis, anti-vaxxers.

Germans, Frenchmen, Dutch, Italians, Spaniards, Walloons, New Yorkers, Malays, Pakistanis, Turks, Russians, Scandinavians, Luxembourgers, Icelanders, English, Irish, Welsh, Scots, and Gujaratis.

And others.


What can I say? I've been grumpy and intolerant all my life, and if I have not mentioned you yet, I probably will.


On the other hand, I like puppies. And kitten. And raccoons.
That should count for something.
Penguins too.

Underneath my bitter and cynical veneer, I am actually all sweetness and light, and just filled with warm regard for my fellow man.

I also like long moonlight walks on the beach.
With my pet hyena.


Sorry.



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