It's an almost trite expression now, but still true. Blogs are, for the most part, a ghetto for nutballs.

But how else can I expect to persuade anyone that some of my views might be helpful to consider? Nobody would be doing themselves a favor by putting me on television or radio. Newspapers only reach boomers and older, magazines are dying, and the personal risks I would invite by becoming a politician and espousing uncommon beliefs are just foolish now that I've got a kid.

But then there's that ancient Plato quote:

"One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors."

But participation in politics doesn't require becoming a politician, so maybe there's hope for me yet. 

I once read that trying to publish poetry in America is like dropping a feather into the Grand Canyon and waiting to hear it hit bottom. If only I had those kinds of odds in this realm! Starting a blog today is like firing a grain of sand into a black hole and watching for a hypernova.

So I guess I'm a blogger now. Great.

Time to fire up my sand shooter, I suppose.