I know this has nothing to do with tonight's blog, but this billboard exists, in Tucson, Arizona, right now
Sometimes I blog to make a point
sometimes I blog and smoke a joint
sometimes I blog and link a lot
sometimes my blog is not that hot
sometimes I blog to make a case
sometimes I blog to fill up space
sometimes I blog about my kids
and something funny that they did
sometimes I blog about a film I’ve seen
sometimes I write things that are mean
sometimes I blog about my day
when I don’t have too much else to say
500 words is quite enough
for almost all my bloggy stuff
short is good, succinct and nifty
but I try to hit at least 250
I write a lot of political crap
but that becomes a bit of a trap
Civilization is in the shitter
and blogging about it just makes me bitter
sometimes my rhetoric may be fiery
but at least I’m not blogging my fucking diary
the news, this week, hasn’t been much fun
I don’t want to talk any more about guns
I should blog more about beauty and art
more bloggers need to play that part
music and travel and poetry
to show my sensitivity
and less about the news, of course,
which you can get from other sources
the biggest news today, I guess
is Kelsey Grammer in a dress
which appeals to my sense of humor
even though it’s just a rumor
and that means I’m repeating gossip and such
but I don’t like Kelsey Grammer much
I always thought Frazier was kind of sad
except sometimes for the parts with his dad
and Cheers! started well, but then it went wrong
when they got rid of Shelly Long
Still, for a show about a bar
it spawned an awful lot of stars
and I don’t have much more to write
and so, for now, I’ll say good night
www.gurukalehuru.com 
OUTSTANDING!!! THANKS FOR THE LEVITY. IT’S BEEN BRUTAL TODAY.
I’m going to be the whiner and say, actually, the current status of journalism isn’t enough to challenge the barrage of lies and to illuminate the deprivation and manipulation of the masses.
If you were trying to chill, I’m sorry to ruin it for you.
I do think you are right about creating, doing art, making music, writing poetry, because these endeavors tend to be constructive and humanizing, they drive us toward compassion and connection and evolution.
(And we need to evolve)
He slogs through blogs a life gone to the dogs. Poetry sunshine budding tree goldmine. Fogs internal and external battling demons banal infernal. Doin’ the hope rope-a-dope losing scope and scale turning a minnow into a whale, winnowing sorrow from sheaves of joy, dancing in leaves, a rake-less boy. Hackneyed images he doth employ. ‘Doth’?! ‘Doth’!? Froth and moth, a well-intentioned Visigoth. Rare and spare and I don’t care there aren’t words that can repair certain actions and transactions, Baltic for Boardwalk? Iraq’s been a cakewalk. End this now for Carla and Coach, while Woody Bogarts the roach and Lillith vamps, a vixen beyond reproach.
Bob Dylan.
Keep it coming, Jeff
It’s a miracle this spherical globular globe hosts provosts and deans unseen separated by miles and styles umpteen refereeing no being not even seeing zones alone this magical digital linking machine no phones no cone no silence suffers no border buffers golfers are duffers and scratch and all between wordsmiths and readers winners loss leaders no matter this patter surely describes distance is meaningless to inimitable scribes.