Terrified of small mammals he can’t eat, rats in particular, Roger Stone admitted to me that it would be ‘borderline cannibalism’ should he consume one.
“It would be akin to eating a close relative. If I followed any sort of religion, I am sure that consuming these creatures would be high on the list of ‘though shalt nots’. But they do look delicious. Mouth-watering even.”
As ashamed as I am, I had to agree with him and can attest to his characterisation of rodents as mouth watering. Not to mention the joy a feline feels as we dismember them.
Not unlike the plans Roger has for democracy in America, given half a chance.
I asked about the tattoo of Dick Nixon he proudly sports on his back.
“Well it was a deal Dick and I made way back when. We decided that we should have reminders of each other. I should have known he’d back out at the last moment. We were in the tattoo parlour together when he told me that Pat would divorce him if he went ahead with this drunken promise to each other.
“Dicky was short on friends, as he was for most of his life, and figured he needed Pat. So he backed out at the last minute.
“I was pissed for about a week but I got over it.”
I then asked about the shape of his head. Something that had always bothered me. I had never seen a head so misshapen.
“Well cat, I had that done intentionally. I discovered that empathy, compassion, and common sense were controlled by one section of the brain. I was young. I didn’t think that I needed all that hassle - worrying and caring about others and all that. So I had that chunk of my brain removed.
“That decision has served me well over the years. Of course I’m friendless but I really don’t care. I was friendless and barely likeable before the lobotomy - so really it didn’t make much of a difference.”
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