February 16, 2009

A Call Out

I think if James Wolcott is going to continue insulting me, and selectively editing my posts for gratuitous effect, he should at the very least provide his email address, as comments are not enabled in the rarified, Olympian heights of Vanity Fair, precluding me from defending myself in his forum.

Alternatively, perhaps he could overnight some ambrosia?

Posted by Velociman at February 16, 2009 2:17 PM | TrackBack
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Fame at last!

Posted by: steviebebop at February 16, 2009 2:50 PM

James Walcott is a cunt.

Posted by: rob sama at February 16, 2009 3:01 PM

moist promise

Yep. Rob Sama is right.

Posted by: Joan of Argghh! at February 16, 2009 3:19 PM

Yes, Stevie, James has fame at last. Let us hope he does not squander it.

Posted by: Velociman at February 16, 2009 3:20 PM

Wolcott's marriage is a beard. You can always find him on top of or under Andrew Sullivan.

Posted by: vanderleun at February 16, 2009 3:40 PM

As we all know, real men enable comments. Wolcott has long ago stopped even pretending to that as he spends his spare time reviewing ballet and masturbating his cats.

I pity the poor dyke who has to pretend to be his wife. And I also pity Andrew Sullivan's husband.

Perhaps we can put the two together.

Posted by: vanderleun at February 16, 2009 3:42 PM

Well well. a typical liberal coward mouthing off from the safety of mommy's skirt. Why am i not surprised? Vman, how do you write liberals so well?

"I just assume they are normal, and remove accountability and reason"

Posted by: og at February 16, 2009 3:43 PM

Well I will be damned, they are already checking out the slats on your shed. A bear trap behind the shed might fix that minor problem.

Posted by: james old guy at February 16, 2009 9:14 PM

Malignant narcissim often masquerades as selfless concern, and much that passes as idealism is disuised hatred and love of power. So said Bertrand Russell, who was describing himself, and Wolcott.

This man, however, has gone to some trouble to know his enemies.

Posted by: james wilson at February 17, 2009 1:28 AM

Malignant narcissim often masquerades as selfless concern, and much that passes as idealism is disuised hatred and love of power. So said Bertrand Russell, who was describing himself, and Wolcott.

This man, however, has gone to some trouble to know his enemies.

Posted by: james wilson at February 17, 2009 1:28 AM

"Velociman, peeing through the slats of his shed . . ."

Well, like they say, no such thing as bad publicity.

Posted by: Arcs at February 17, 2009 8:26 AM

Wolcott is coward chicken shit dick...He's too sleazy to be named after the good thing.

Posted by: Sam at February 17, 2009 10:19 AM

"...coward chicken shit dick..."

The Blown Eyes are so friggin' prolific. That's what I love about youse.

Posted by: Erica at February 17, 2009 4:55 PM

Whiner.

Posted by: libsarenavelint at February 18, 2009 10:37 AM

A screaming old queen with a brazen contempt for life's finer things. But enough about me.


James Wolcott? Never heard of him. Which is odd, Since I subscbribe to his magazine.

Posted by: skippystalin at February 18, 2009 11:43 PM

Nothing wrong with old James that a 12-gauge enema (or two,o r five) wouldn't fix.

Why do all these pinko bloggers (Sullivan, Wolcott, Greenwald) have these faggy little caricatures on their sites instead of photos?

Obscenity laws?

Posted by: WarDamnEagle at February 19, 2009 4:38 PM

"Why do all these pinko bloggers (Sullivan, Wolcott, Greenwald) have these faggy little caricatures on their sites instead of photos?"

So people can feel better.

Posted by: wintex at February 20, 2009 6:30 PM
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