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To those of you who are new to "the Pope" and the "AJATTWC", the following various posts are the official communications of yours truly, Pope John The Tall, or as I'm known in many circles, PJTT.

I aspired to the position of Pope of the AJATTWC several years ago, after the Roman Catholics elected Joseph Ratzinger, a German Cardinal, as their Pope; I figured if he could do it, so could I.

Despite what would seem to be a "religious" theme, I try not to play favorites: I'm satirical/irreverent about everything, in an attempt to give my readers a few yucks; that is the goal. If I haven't made you laugh, well, I tried, and I hope I'm given an "A" for the effort. (Or at least a really solid "C".)

I further hope that my faithful readers (all several of them) and any of you who wander in from the cold of the Internet, will derive much solace and spiritual awakening from my timeless prose, and, as I so often refer to it, the "soothing balm of Johnism"; if you don't, how sad for you, because I'm a pretty funny guy. (My daughter tells me, regularly, that I'm "silly"; I suspect that she's right.)

Please note that everything on my blog is meant to be fun, and in no way insulting to anyone, unless of course you're a politician, then you can assume I intended to insult you. (Hey, it goes with the job, guys; if you can't take the heat, then the harder they fall.)

Never mind.

Anyway, welcome and thanks for stopping by; please feel free to peruse to your heart's content (there is a large archive of my past posts, going back several hundred years, in the right-hand column), and please be sure to make a large donation at the door as you leave. (It's tax-deductible.)

Speaking of leaving, as I make my exit, and probably none too soon, here's something from the Book of Excretions, Apollo 13: Dodgers 6...

"Blessed are the lazy, for although they don't accomplish much, they're well rested."

Enjoy. (Or don't, it's still a free country. It is still a free country, isn't it? They haven't changed that as far as I know, have they?)





Monday, April 16, 2012

This, That And The Other (Its Your Choice)

That is a Porsche 914, one of the few automobiles in the world with an air-cooled engine; that's right, sports fans, no radiator, no coolant. I actually used to own one of these, a 1974; it was a great car. They only produced this model for a few years, from '69 through '76. (Mine was white; unlike the 914, I am not air-cooled, nor is my engine in the rear.)

I'm sitting here, deep in the throes of evening on a Sunday, in the headquarters of the All John All The Time World Church, located here in the benign but deeply confused San Fernando Valley, wondering what I should write about; I've often read about authors (real ones) being tormented by "writer's block" and never understood how exasperating it can be. ("Writer's block", I assume, is the equivalent of "athlete's foot" to athletes or "fireman's carry" to...; never mind.)

Anyway, as is frequently the case with your Pope (yes, I am Pope John The Tall, leader of the AJATTWC; how I came to hold such a lofty position in life is explained above) (see above), I have no particular theme for today's post, nor reason to write one, other than being afflicted with the inability to keep my mouth shut. Or my thoughts to myself.

So for lack of a better subject, this will be another essay on "This, That And The Other".

Rather than a treatise, say, on quantum mechanics, a subject of which I know absolutely nothing; my knowledge of quantum mechanics is equal to my understanding of women.

*** The legislature of the great state of Tennessee recently passed a law making it legal for school-teachers to beat their students profusely with a large stick any time they so choose; wait, that's incorrect, that was the Mississippi legislature that passed that law. No, Tennessee made it legal for teachers to challenge "the teaching of some scientific subjects," including global warming, evolution, human cloning and gravity. (One can only assume that Scientology and astrology are not targets for later legislation; and okay, I made up the part about gravity.)

There are NUMEROUS comments I could make about the passage of this law, but since I make a studious effort to avoid speaking of politics here on my blog, I will refrain. I will say that the great state of Tennessee is second to none in its respect and admiration for teachers everywhere, and that the lawmakers of the State feel strongly about the American flag, motherhood and apple pie, not in that order.

And I feel certain that, should I ever decide to run for political office, the above comment would be completely apropos in all instances I would be called upon to express an opinion or to articulate a stand on some issue or another. (As a Christian, I am pleased that Intelligent Design can now be taught, right alongside Darwin's theory of evolution, in Tennessee schools; as a moderate, I'm terrified what some conservative right-wingnuts will do with this opportunity.)

So much for refraining from "speaking of politics".

*** Speaking of politicians with no discernible agenda (we were?), I came across this gem in the third volume of the incredible series of books on Presidential elections, "The Making Of The President 1968", by one of the most erudite and influential political authors of all time, Mr. Theodore H. White, who won a Pulitzer Prize for his first volume, "The Making Of The President 1960". Mr. White, speaking of the candidacy of George Romney, then governor of Michigan and father of the current presumptive Republican Presidential nominee, "Mittens", quotes then governor of Ohio, James Rhodes, as saying the following: "Watching George Romney run for the Presidency is like watching a duck try to make love to a football", proving unequivocally that history, indeed, does have the capacity to repeat itself. (Why do I suspect that Governor Rhodes used slightly saltier language when making this observation in private?)

*** Today is April 15th; do you know where your tax return is?

*** Organizers of the 2012 Summer Olympics in London recently contacted Bill Curbishley, manager of the rock band The Who, to inquire as to whether drummer Keith Moon would be interested, and available, to perform in the opening ceremonies of the quadrennial sporting event.

Unfortunately, Mr. Moon died in 1978, making him both a) deceased and, I would imagine, b) unavailable.

Mr. Moon is currently the drummer for the All Dead Band, which features Jimi Hendrix on guitar, Jim Morrison as lead vocalist, fellow Who member John Entwhistle on bass, Janis Joplin as back-up vocalist, both John Lennon and George Harrison on rhythm guitars and Bob Marley as resident reggae person.

To quote Homer Simpson: "D'uh."

*** If there is a more beautiful stadium in Major League Baseball than Dodger Stadium, which celebrates it's 50th birthday this month, well, actually, there isn't. Thank you, to Mr. Walter O'Malley and his family, for bringing the team to Los Angeles all those years ago, and building this incredible edifice to the greatest game in the world in the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains. He was truly, one of a kind, as is his stadium. (And you can mark this date, 4/15/12, as the day I predicted that the '12 Dodgers will make the playoffs this year. Book it.)

FYI, Dodger Stadium is the third oldest park in baseball, with Fenway Park in Boston, home of the ridiculous "Green Monster" left-field wall, in second place, and the granddaddy of them all, the oldest stadium in the country and home of the most futile organization in the history of modern sports, the Chicago Cubs, Wrigley Field in Chicago. (If you look up the word "futile" in the dictionary, you'll find a picture of the Cubs.)

*** For those of you who do not understand the joys of apartment living, the above is a picture of my garden, as viewed from my front porch, all one of it. (There is, at once, to my mind anyway, something heroic and yet very poignant about this picture.) FYI, I can happily report that, since the picture was taken, several days ago, the "garden" is growing well and amazingly fast. I should be up to my gunwales in tomatoes by summer.

Apparently, tomato plants have no recognition of the theory of gravity, much like the legislature of the State of Tennessee.

"Then God said, 'I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit with seed in it. They will be yours for food.'" Genesis 1:29

He did not, however, clear up the controversy over whether the tomato is a fruit or a vegetable; there is also some doubt about my older brother, along the same lines.

Oh, and in looking up "gunwale" in my Webster's New World Dictionary Of The American Language (not to be confused with English), I found the following definition:

"A large marine creature with an AK-47 rifle growing from its frontal lobe."

And just for the record, at least in MY dictionary, "cleanliness" in NOT next to Godliness, it's next to "cleanly".

Love and miscellany,
PJTT

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