Graffiti alá commode. The only more fitting place for this artist is inside the museum.

I assume “gank” (or is it “gauk”?) is slang for “clueless,” as in, “that punk is so gank he’s an idiot.” This little pissant has urinated all over the neighborhood; I’m sure the other dawgs are impressed.

Yes, I appreciate the irony of a blogger castigating anyone for self-centeredness. And, in fact, I have seen grafitti I regarded as great public art. Not to equate them, but I’d love to see more murals (and less advertising) in public places.

I also appreciate the potential impact of a single utterance or gesture. Brevity may be the soul of wit.

But a signature calls for something before it, something worthy of claim. You might point me to John Hancock, but his signature became iconic because of what it was attached to, much as gank’s mighty work fits its place. One Kilroy was enough, thank you.

Of course, the graffitist is just a child overwhelmed with the chemicals of adult-becoming, a little werewolf who will, perhaps, do worse before the prickly fog of adolescence subsides in a decade. mjh