What stellar Star readers I have, wise in their judgment, appreciative of detail and always alert to the possibility of giggles. As I wrote, I stabbed at the raccoon, which didn’t even arouse his attention. Ronny Raccoon was out to get me. I always write sincerely, no matter how impossible my opinion might appear to reader sectors, but I now realize Ronny didn’t even think I was alive. What worries me is the list of things I don’t write about lest I offend groups of people who define themselves by what offends them.

Source: thestar January 28, 2020 22:30 UTC