Which is probably why I’m mediocre at best with three tennis balls, and failing miserably with blog juggling lately.
I meant to post about this the other day, and in fact thought I had. Obviously, I was wrong.
Tom Joaquin posts a very telling comparison between Karl Rove and Arthur Schlesinger, Jr., President John F. Kennedy’s analogous special assistant. Schlesinger died February 28, 2007, and Tom’s side by side comparison is a rather fitting tribute to him, and a brutal indictment of Rove.
Arthur Schlesinger, Jr., historian, author and special assistant to President John F. Kennedy died February 28, 2007.
Presidential special assistants fill a unique role in an administration. Presidents choose individuals they believe have the experience, abilities and wisdom necessary to provide guidance during difficult times. A special assistant must share the presidents’ values and his vision for America.
The following is a short comparison of Arthur Schlesinger, Jr., special assistant to President John F. Kennedy, with Karl Rove, special assistant to President George W. Bush. I hope that viewing this comparison is as enlightening for you as writing it was for me.
The chart that follows is indeed enlightening. It is a prime example of the priorities of His Holiness The Glorified House Plant.
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UDreamOfJanie 
Janie,
Take it from me–my redhead learned to juggle just two balls and I was very impressed.
A very tidy summation that Tom put up. Thanks for the link. As for the juggling, anyone can do it–45 minutes or less. I’m available for lessons.
I’m Ok with three tennis balls. Beyond that, I’ll have to take you up on your offer. I’ve always wanted to progress a bit in that arena.
And yes, Tom really does clear away the crap and get right down to it, doesn’t he?
JB:
Start by switching from tennis balls to baseballs (or lacrosse balls ideally). Tennis balls are too light to feel naturalwhen ctching them. They tend to bounce out of a hand rather than settled down in them.
Of course baseballs must be cleared with the owner of the house….
The writer of the previous comment would like to apologize for the spectacular level of typos in such a hort comment. Also for the hideous verb tense disagreement.
…and for the sentence fragment in the comment apologizing for the first comment.
A Møøse once bit my sister …
No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by Svenge – her brother-in-law – an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian møvies: “The Høt Hands of an Oslo Dentist”, “Fillings of Passion”, “The Huge Mølars of Horst Nordfink”.
We apologise for the fault in the
subtitles. Those responsible have been
sacked.
Mynd you, møøse bites Kan be pretty nasti…
We apologise again for the fault in the subtitles. Those responsible for sacking the people who have just been sacked have been sacked.
Møøse trained by TUTTE HERMSGERVORDENBROTBORDA
Special Møøse Effects OLAF PROT
Møøse Costumes SIGGI CHURCHILL
Møøse Choreographed by HORST PROT III
Miss Taylor’s Møøses by HENGST DOUGLAS-HOME
Møøse trained to mix
concrete and sign com-
plicated insurance
forms by JURGEN WIGG
Møøses’ noses wiped by BJORN IRKESTOM-SLATER WALKER
Large møøse on the left
half side of the screen
in the third scene from
the end, given a thorough
grounding in Latin,
French and “O” Level
Geography by BO BENN
Suggestive poses for the
Møøse suggested by VIC ROTTER
Antler-care by LIV THATCHER
The directors of the firm hired to
continue the credits after the other
people had been sacked, wish it to
be known that they have just been
sacked.
Nerd.
I suppose it wouldn’t improve your assessment of me to mention that I’m currently watching Close Encounters of the Third Kind, would it?
🙂
What if we begin the next bit with the Dead Parrot sketch? Or the argument clinic, or the Upper Class Twit of the Year? Is there a MP sketch about fundies? If not, perhaps you’d write one? 😉
When nerds try to hide amoung a group of real people you can easily find them by saying “We are the knights who say…”
Eveyone who says “Ni!” is a nerd.
Or “Woof” (Ask Lou about that one Janie, it was before your time…)
Maybe by her 21st b-day we’ll have Janie juggling shrubberies 🙂
What about “etti etti ptang, zoop, wong patooi”?
I would also like to take this moment to mention that although my name is spelt “Blipey”, it is pronounced “Kingly ruler of men” (read: Throatwobbler Mangrove).
Watab uncha gee kswea r.
🙂