It's the time of month that all (well, some...maybe) have been waiting for...Okay, perhaps no one has been waiting, but I must get through the entire calendar.
For new readers, with enough time to waste on this tosh, I will repeat the standard explanation of this post; others can push on to the main course.
Despite of my disdain for horoscopes, I do recognize the creative talent needed to write such nonsense. Several years ago, I received a copy of the definitivehoroscope. I think this was written by some clever New York advertising copywriter or team of writers. It is definitely irreverent and ironical, but does contain a glimmer of truth (whatever that is). Each should be able to recognize one or the other personal trait or something irritating in someone you know. Horoscopes and alchemy are similar: each "science" tries to produce something of value from nothing. Alchemy has been debunked, but horoscopes continue to thrive. A clever use of words can manipulate hopes and emotions of certain gullible people. (Where have we heard that before? It seems to be a common thread in thoughts about human beings.) Like robots, all humans are programmed to act in certain ways...which clever horoscope creators have picked up on.
You consider yourself a born leader. Others think you are a pussy. Most Leos are bullys. You are vain and cannot tolerate honest criticism. Your arrogance is disgusting. Leos are always thieving bastards.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.