I write this every morning to do three things. The first is, to just practice writing, period. The more you practice at something, the better you get at it. The second is to practice writing jokes, the kind of topical things that are a staple of certain kinds of programs. The third is to just focus that time I spend reading the news in the morning, so that I don’t let the news take over my life the rest of the day.

Basically, every day, somewhere, I read about something horrific. I usually focus it down to the stuff that’s terrible, but not too horrific, because that’s just not the kind of jokes I like to make. I’m not the one trying to figure out, “How do you make a really good joke about that rape trial?” I’m not judging the people who figure that out or laugh at that stuff, either. Just, this is me writing in the morning, and maybe I’ll go there one of these days, but if I have my druthers, I never will.

I do want to get solid at this, though, a bit of fluff to help some people giggle a bit. Maybe even turn these into a podcast. We’ll see.

But, I read the news today and just. Man. 22 people, a lot of them kids, killed in a bombing at an Arianna Grande concert in Manchester, England. 59 people hurt. There really isn’t more to it than that. The bomber is dead. Some guy has been arrested. None of the stories I read could say clearly, “This many people died in the bombing, this many people were hurt from the stampede of frightened people fleeing the stadium.” There’s no motive, yet, either, as I’m writing this.

That doesn’t stop people from being people, though. Stuff like this, people feel afraid. And then they react as they do, and look for blame, for motive, and invent both if neither is obvious, and then roll their eyes at the people who don’t agree, and that fear gives way to angry reactions, because that feels good and you can get it out more quickly than fear.

The only thing I know is that, for me at least, I don’t want to be glib. Memes and the typical reactions that people have all feel glib to me.

Instead, I’ll offer you a suggestion. Watch this video. But, take this kid’s words to heart, and think beyond St. Louis. And if your reaction is, “Well, tell this to the terrorists!” or “This is what we get for bombing the world!” or something in between … you have a point. But maybe, listen to what the kid is saying again. If you were in front of a scared kid, what would you say right now? What would you do? Would you yell and scream? Would you lie to him and tell him everything is going to be okay, just because? Would you promise to do more?

What would you say? Let it sink in, really think about it. And then think, how could I help him?

ST.LOUIS. ST LOUIS STLOUIS PSA PSA ..My Son has A message for St Louis before bed… Our kids are tired!! wake up people.. Lil J had me in tears.. I can’t fail him !! At Six years old !!!


Have you done your part today? If not, take a moment to decide what to do, how you can help, and pitch in! Maybe pitching in for you means telling me I’m dumb, go for it! Whatever it is, make your time count!