My blahg

This is my blog, blah, blah blah. I like to draw and write and take pictures, blah, blah, blah.

I make bad music and worse films. I could probably do better but why?

Sometimes I read your blogs, and sometimes I don’t. I don’t know why anyone reads anyone’s blahgs. I don’t even read mine. I hate my blahg. It is full of shit.

It would be better if the world didn’t suck but the world sucks so so does my blog, blah.



Sometimes when I write poems it is as if I am not actually writing them. Anyone else ever feel this?

I owe, Erik prince a public apology too

I slammed, Erik Prince as being an evil man. I was wrong. He was set up as a fall guy by the US State Dept. and others. Erik Prince is one of the good guys world.

Mr. Prince, I was wrong about you. If you read this, please accept this apology.


Jeff Strobbe

Why the conversion on, Erik Prince? He walked away. He didn’t run. There is a difference.

Erik Prince was trying to win. He wasn’t supposed to do that so the State Dept. turned on him. It is as simple as that.

Poetry month?

I never knew it was poetry month. I am not a poet, anymore.

Let’s see… Are roses still red? Violets blue? Here is an impromptu prose poem.

Roses are burnt orange because of gasoline being five hundred dollars a gallon and me being quite wealthy. It probably isn’t healthy burning roses with gasoline but I was cold. It is unseasonably warm here in Siberia. I have been exiled by the POTUS. He is Russian, POTUS. That stands for president of the us. I don’t know what that means. They only teach communism here in the states now. Charlie Brown is red and the sky is green and grass is blue but not in Kentucky.

Bonus? Bonus.