Hi again readers.
One of the things I like least about Christmas is the fact it brings out so much dialogue about how we ought to devote ourselves to making it better for those less fortunate than ourselves. Got an email just a minute ago someone posted somewhere talking about it again.
I agree entirely with the sentiment, but it’s a killer for a man [the only one] such as myself. I’m the most fortunate man on the planet.
So how the hell am I supposed to go about doing it?
Everyone on the planet is less fortunate than me. Should I start by figuring out a way to make life better for wossname, Donald Trump? The Dallas Cowboys and those who watch them? The American Association of Non-RV Owners? The Federation of Human Beings Alienated From Cats?
I ain’t giving what few cats I have left to someone, no matter how unfortunate they might be. Okay, I’m a stingyguts, but there you are.
I’m at a complete loss here, and the guilt is overwhelming.
Old Jules – Headed for the finish line