Clumping people by sun sign, denial and projection!

Someone or a few someones said no one ever says anything good about Cancer, so here goes:

First, cooking is power. I can cook, by God. That means I can eat anything I am in the mood for and I don’t have to rely on anyone and yet you call Cancer “dependent”. What about all you people sitting around waiting (hoping) to be cooked for, hmm…?

Never mind, Cancer rules babies. What is a bigger deal than a baby, huh? Your sex life? Your friends? The dream you had last night? BABIES, people. BAY-BEEs are pretty damned hard to beat.

And what about your mother? Still laboring under the misconception she has nothing to do with you? You came out her body for Godsakes, so give me a break! You can’t hate Cancer, you can only be a fool.

“If the Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy,” and don’t you forget it!

When I think of Leo the firs thing I think of is hair so on that note:

Moon Maintenance Plan: Hair Secrets From The Heavens by Susan Larsen

And I just want to point out that Alfred Hitchcock was a Leo and how dramatic was he? And how confident! Theater, man. What would we do without it?

And what about “The Greatest Show On Earth!” Too much ego in that you think?

How about we all go PC and call our productions “Good Show But No Better Than Yours!” It’s ludicrous. The sun SHINES in Leo.

For that matter the Sun itself is Leo ruled and no one is going to be around for long if that thing burns out.

I cringe at the idea of a world devoid of Leo energy. That girl in the gym who works out in full makeup, dripping in gold jewelry and drapes her jacket onto the crosstrainer next to her as a if were the cape of a queen? What is that if not entertainment for Godsakes?

Without ego there would be no entertainment.