Swopa, with his drooping platitudes, generalizations and assorted other vacuities is like a magician who exclaims “voila!” with much self-assured bravado – yet nothing appears, no rabbit is pulled from his hat, nada, nil, zil, nihilo. He’s ever impressed with himself, yet others are ever and always bewildered as to why that is. A self-enamored, drooping lothario who seduces no one but himself. Mirror, mirror …