Laura saw him first. While aimlessly riding the waves of C-SPAN that emanate from our tube on a nearly nightly basis, he appeared on our screen-an imposing specimen of nearly bald-pateness. Chicken egg head man! He had a dome the size of our entire screen, a gorgeously pointy skull. He wasn't a robin's egg head man or a platypus egg head man or even a gelatinous sturgeon egg head man but a bona fide chicken egg head man, with the special oblong pointyness that prevents a head like that from rolling off the roof of a henhouse. If he designed the world, he would pitch the laws of gravity and motion with a hearty cry: "Damn the oblate spheroid!" We would live in an egg shaped world. When he goes to egghead conventions (like the one we were watching which was about "responsible fundraising" in the non-profit sector) he always wins first prize which is (of course) a goose that lays....draw your own conclusions.
I figure that while we're discussing apple-cheeked executive asses we might as well continue on that path with a little more bureaucratic phylogeny.
BTW. An interesting aside about the conference itself-one of the attendees referred to "rogue charities." Ol' Dubya seems to have coined a phrase or at least popularized it. In the spirit of this, I would like to contibute to this Rogue's Gallery, as it were.
"Rogue State Fair Concession Stand"---A concession stand that gives away vodka lemonade shakeups for free without the proper licensing/paperwork/insurance/corporate sponsorship.