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It isn’t what you know, it’s who you know

Oh, hey, I almost forgot to tell you. At the reunion last week, I learned that Fred Thompson used to mow my first cousin’s other grandmother’s lawn. Yes, that Fred Thompson.

It’s all about the connections, baby.

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Time: July 17, 2007, 6:54 am

[…] Wesley Clark Link to Article fred thompson It isn’t what you know, it’s who you know » Posted at S. Weasel on Tuesday, July 17, 2007 Oh, hey, I almost forgot to tell you. At the reunion last week, I learned that Fred Thompson used to mow my first cousin’s other grandmother’s lawn. Yes, that Fred Thompson. It’s all about the connections, baby. View Entire Article » […]


Comment from bijan
Time: July 17, 2007, 8:13 am

weasel … come back to the Unmoderated B-BBC blog. I knwo that Adam fucked up but lets try and make a success of B-BBC Unmoderated if only to strick a blow for freedom of expression!


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 17, 2007, 8:36 am

Hiya, Bijan. Thanks for dropping by. Adam seems pretty uncomfortable about offending B-BBC. Problem is, when there’s been a cross-blog dust-up, one of the things people really need to do is vent about it. Having posts deleted really gets under the skin, probably because one is absolutely helpless online. Being absolutely helpless makes people crazy angry (and anxious to get things on the record).

That said, I personally didn’t knocked around. I’m mostly just a reader there (not least of which because I’m not currently in the UK, so all my BBC exposure now is self-inflicted). I had even thought about firing up a new blog for the topic myself — hosting in the US would mean commenters don’t have to worry about the UK’s intense libel laws. But I’m just keeping an eyeball on things for now.

(Backstory, for those playing along at home: owners of the largely commenter-driven blog Biased BBC woke up and had a fit of arrogant and heavy-handed comment moderation last week. This spawned a schismatic blog, B-BBC Unmoderated, which is a little wobbly at present)


Comment from Gnus
Time: July 17, 2007, 8:43 am

Wow, Sweasel, Bein’ connected as you are, maybe you’re an ermine.

That would be cool.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 17, 2007, 8:45 am

I have a similarly profound family connection to Al Gore, but I can’t be more specific. It might be Googlable.


Comment from mesablue
Time: July 17, 2007, 10:44 am

Dave Butz shoveled my grandmother’s driveway. He was a really big dude.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dave_Butz

His uncle was the United States Secretary of Agriculture, apparently.

All of these famous people went to my high school. Mostly proud of the Belushi affiliation.

C. Wayland Brooks, 1916, U.S. Senator
Harold “Red” Grange, 1922, professional football player
Edwin Hubble, 1906, astronomer
Dennis Dugan, 1964, actor
Rick Goings, 1963, Chairman and CEO of Tupperware
William Rathje, 1963, “Professor of Garbology” at University of Arizona
Grote Reber, 1929, inventor of the radio telescope
Sam Skinner, 1956, former Secretary of Transportation
Jim Sutorius, 1963, actor
Orrin Tucker, 1929, band leader
Bob Woodward, 1961, reporter — watergate guy.
John Wright, 1964, professional football player
Robert Beck, 1979, News Director of Wyoming Public Radio
Jim Belushi, 1972, actor
John Belushi, 1967, actor
Ron Magruder, 1965, President of Olive Garden Restaurants
Jeff Fowler, 1996, Oscar-nominated writer-director for 2004 independent film Gopher Broke


Comment from Lokki
Time: July 17, 2007, 12:18 pm

Weasel – With your background and connections, have you considered the position of Emperor?


Comment from Anonymous
Time: July 17, 2007, 1:35 pm

didn’t the Emperor get wacked yesterday attempting to take over the state of Colorado?


Comment from Pupster
Time: July 17, 2007, 2:22 pm

The rest of the story? After Fred finished the lawn, he gave it a full glare. To this day, the grass has STAYED mowed.


Comment from whitishrabbit/amuirin
Time: July 17, 2007, 2:38 pm

that was a really weird story, anonymous. I particularly liked the part where they said the man MIGHT be delusional.

Sometimes I wish I could see what was going on in someone’s head at a certain time. It’s gotta be good footage.


Comment from jwpaine
Time: July 17, 2007, 2:41 pm

That anonymous poster earlier cracking wise about the Emperor of Colorado was me, logging on from my super-secret bunker (down the gulley from Cheney’s) while I sit out the firestorm surrounding the Emperor’s coup attempt.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 17, 2007, 3:40 pm

Shoot, JW. That was you? I thought I had a troll. What’s a weasel have to do to get a troll around here? I’ve left out cookies and milk, I’ve played mournful Irish ditties on the Uilleann pipes…


Comment from jwpaine
Time: July 17, 2007, 7:47 pm

Naw, Weez, a troll would be far more clever, and not nearly so guilt-ridden over miscounted haiku syllables.


Comment from Paul Sunstone
Time: July 20, 2007, 4:37 am

“Sometimes I wish I could see what was going on in someone’s head at a certain time. It’s gotta be good footage.”

I think you can google it now.


Comment from OmbudsBen
Time: July 21, 2007, 8:42 pm

So, it ain’t what you know, it’s who … and your connection to these guys has benefited you … how?

You haven’t been made into a furcoat?

Well, there’s something to that, I guess …


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 21, 2007, 8:57 pm

Dude! Joke! Please tell me you knew that…


Comment from Marisol
Time: May 14, 2014, 8:39 am

The thought has enreetd my mind on occasion; after all, they were closer in age than Ella and her husband. There will be another log entry in early November which might bear on the issue.

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