Discouraging Words About Jon Ruf

Jon Ruf knew it was all comin’ down. The sky, chicken little put it best, was falling. Jon Ruf went to work in the train yard everyday.  He told anyone who would listen that it was all comin’ down.  Nobody listened.  If not for Mr. The Teeth, the collection of ultrauniversal particles from a distant galaxy, Jon Ruf would have expired like the two percent milk he shared his dumpster with.  Mr. The Teeth picked up the pieces, so Jon Ruf could drop them.  Jon’s songs, poetry, and video excursions continue to ruin it for everybody.  Along with his co-conspirator and ultraplanetary adversary Mr. The Teeth Jon Ruf reaches children in every dimension.  He has wroked with luminaries Jason Rosencrantz, Mr. Sandwhiches, The Lady Tigra, Jimmy Carter, and The Tuffingtons.  His live shows are angry sores on the blistered feet of this ailing being we call a country, or as Jon prefers, cuntry. As the immortal Carl Sagan once put it, “Jon Ruf? I’ll never get that guy.”