Can't the ASPCA deputize Laurence Simon (or some other Cat Guy not to be trifled with, perhaps Benedict XVI) to go over to Wolcott's high-rise litter box and rescue those poor cats? They deserve a decent home with real people, not poseurs.Posted by Connecticut Yankee at June 25, 2006 11:49 PM
"One might, if one were wearing a hazmat suit, venture into Wolcott land and take him on in his "comments." Oh, wait, he doesn't have any. I guess he missed the memo entitled: Real Men Enable Comments. Probably at a local meeting of The Testicle Lockbox Society."
Apparently, 'real men' enable comments because they must.
I guess Wolcott missed the memo"Real men can handle public criticism; Losers who pretend to be 'real men' whilst really behaving like petulant little girls are pussies." I hope his shrink points this out to that little weasel and that he will sleep better after he comes up with some nice rationalizations for his two-facedness. I can't stand the man, if man he be.Posted by MFA at January 3, 2007 11:18 AM
The nice thing for me is the warm feeling of self-reinforcement I get when I write these words of praise.Posted by MFA at January 3, 2007 11:41 AM
Well, I can see that while I was away getting myself smashed up on the tennis courts during the holidays and coming home all mellow, sore and pathetically relaxed, you got an AK-47 with a Toyota pickup for Christmas and have been working on keeping that edge of yours all sharp and focused.
I hope Mr. Wolcott and that Jane character are both planning extensive vacations any day now.
Meanwhile, I am trying hard to get mad at something, but as yet am not being successful. I'm sure it won't last too much longer...but until it does, I'm stuck with blogging about black-eyed peas.Posted by Webutante at January 3, 2007 12:45 PM
Real men can outwrite the kneepadders even on the repost.
There is a further lesson direct from the invisible hand of Adam Smith. Whatever Vanity Fair pays Wolcott is further suckathon waste and inefficiency, drained off in the pockets of the cat therapists and tofu artists of Columbus Circle. Whatever PajamasMedia is paying Gerard is money velocified into the hands of honest merchants. The market, as always, corrects the mistakes of the high and haughty.
Now, if we could only taunt the balding one into a little midlife hanky-panky with Cindy Sheehan. Imagine the coupling of these almost perfectly androgynized humans, too ugly to elicit even a flicker of titillation regardless your desperation. This is a liberal snorefest with more drool than a Gerber baby food shoot, a literary event to rival "Confessions of an Heiress" by Paris Hilton. I can't imagine why the video isn't already at YouTube.
2007. The year of the hazmat suit.Posted by askmom at January 3, 2007 1:38 PM
I think the best line I've read about him came from Jonah Goldberg, who said that Wolcott's writing left one with the impression that he was auditioning to become the fifth girl on "Sex and the City."Posted by Dunkan Black at January 3, 2007 2:33 PM
Don't think evil thoughts, Mom.
Gerard, I daresay that if Wolcott hopes to recharge his elan vital by "getting the attention of the Alphas," he's wasted entirely too much of his time on me. But then, I don't read his stuff -- I have a low tolerance for pixelated venom -- so I don't know who else the twit has recently tried to, uh, twit.
Ma, I didn't need that last mental image. Really.Posted by Eric Blair at January 3, 2007 3:07 PM
But he attended Frostburg! Counts for something on the upper west side. Doesn't it?Posted by mRed at January 3, 2007 3:13 PM
My God, leave the poor fellow alone! Isn't just looking like that burder enough?Posted by Doofus at January 3, 2007 3:21 PM
Nice to see you are one of the fascist allegedly christian morons who subscribes to the "War on Christmas" like the stupid bigmouth Hannity and O"Reilly, two "great Americans!"
[Editor: This comment has been brought to you by one of the regular readers of Mr. James ("I'm writing as bad as I can") Wolcott. As you can see, he is trying vainly to outdo the master but getting nowhere.
Jonas, please do not try. Wolcott has out wolcotted you for decades. "christian" take an upper case "C." as in, well, "Christmas." One does not "subscribe to a war." Remember that "bigmouth" is two words, "bi /gmouth," and that the use of a period is your friend. No charge for the lesson.]Posted by Jonas at January 3, 2007 5:08 PM
"I guess he missed the memo entitled: Real Men Enable Comments. Probably at a local meeting of The Testicle Lockbox Society."
That was the best line in the whole post.Posted by retief at January 3, 2007 5:31 PM
Like the way some men call women "bitches", Wolcott calls Gerard a "hick from the sticks" as if it's a bad thing.
Here's a clue, Wolcott. There's approximately 250 million of us hicks out here in the rural areas, small towns and sparkling little cities that you call the sticks. There's about 50 million of you in the metro-monstrosities. You may have all the urban cool, but we have the guns, petroleum refineries, butter, wheat, the edible kind of green stuff and water in streams we can drink out of.
Not to mention Webutante's great black-eyed pea recipe concept, and the woodstoves to cook on when the power's out.
But hey, if the market for big-ticket Uptown snark ever folds up, you can eat your cats, right? They'll be great raw, and you can wash them down with some yummy East River....mmmm.....sludge. And I'm sure all the hick cops, cleaning people, cab drivers and cooks won't take your smarmy attitude personally. Hicks just live to have you suit-and-tie guys shine light on our wretched little days.
Sure, and your bitches can outfight ours, too. Just keep smacking your gums, James.
My apologies to Eric Blair for the disgusting mental imagery. Have a little tea, Eric, you know it helps you feel better if it's made just right.Posted by askmom at January 3, 2007 5:40 PM
Did you address any of Wolcott's criticisms? Why, no.
[Dear Fan, Wolcott doesn't "do" criticisms, he merely seeks attention. Had you read anything he touts as criticisms, you'd know that.]
Did you make incoherent references to rope pissing? Why, yes.
[Why yes I did and you but prove the point that, as the French say, "Dogs don't get jokes."
Wolcott points out that you missed the entire point of Jane's post, that would be the humor part sweetie. That you crassly bashed her for being a breast cancer survivor and demonstrated to most of the bloggosphere that you're an incredible boor. It's pathetic that this sad, sack, little post, with a photo is the best you can come up with for a response.
[Here like the clueless Wolcott, you assume -- incorrectly -- that I have followed Ms. Hamsher closely enough to know of her affliction. Which I did not. The point, if I must spell it out for you, was her rampant phoniness as a person, not any affliction she may have suffered. I shall give you the benefit of the doubt that you are but a tool of the Wolcott and do not spot the tatterdemalion technique of "pleading the belly" when attempting a response. It is an old ploy and a hack like Wolcott knows exactly what he is doing. In sum, since I did not know of Hamsher's affliction and Wolcott did I'd have to say it is a classic case of trying to manipulate reader sentiment. Which, as you prove, has succeeded. Don't be such a patsy in the future]
Do all of us a favor, and stay in your little hamlet. The Upper East Side can do without you.
[Well, you did very well with me in my townhouse place on 86th and York for a number of years. Then there was the carriage house in the Village. Then there was the loft on Duane Street in Soho. Then there was the brownstone in Brooklyn Heights. I'll see whatever time you've spent in the Apple and raise you about 20 years. As for the Upper East Side, nobody goes there any more. Aren't you hip to that? ]Posted by Wolcott Fan at January 3, 2007 6:41 PM
Um, not a big fan of Wolcott, but geez, relax, buddy. It's not like the guy burned down your house or something.Posted by Some Guy at January 3, 2007 7:05 PM
I shall give you the benefit of the doubt that you are but a tool of the Wolcott and do not spot the tatterdemalion technique of "pleading the belly" when attempting a response.
Posted by Mumblix Grumph at January 3, 2007 10:34 PM
I love that word.
I guess you're one of those Christians who's more interested how you spell or celebrate things to do with our Lord rather than whether or not one actually strives to live by his values.
James 1:26 -
"If anyone considers himself religious and yet does not keep a tight rein on his tongue, he deceives himself and his religion is worthless."
Think on it, please.
A provident Nature gives us a seemingly endless supply of fools. Now that Robert Fisk has sunk into obscurity, J. Wolcott steps up to the plate.Posted by ZZMike at January 4, 2007 10:26 AM
"you assume -- incorrectly -- that I have followed Ms. Hamsher closely enough to know of her affliction. Which I did not. The point, if I must spell it out for you, was her rampant phoniness as a person, not any affliction she may have suffered. "
So, let me get this straight. You don't follow Ms. Hamsher at all, ...
[Nope. Try again. The statement can, with effort, be understood even if English is not your first language.]Posted by Rheinhard at January 4, 2007 11:56 AM
Chief, given the less than majestic headshot adorning this little ghetto of malformed pap, if wisdom was your guide it would suggest ixnay on the catty shots at the looks.Posted by americanpatriot at January 4, 2007 3:28 PM
Comments that exceed the obscenity or stupidity limits will be either edited or expunged.
Thanks for clearing that up.Posted by fishbane at January 20, 2007 5:35 PM
I have had several run-ins with the soft-gutted Mr. Wolcott, after which his trolls went to work leaving their spoor at my place. I kept it all as a memento of idiocy, but I spent much time removing the profanity from their comments. Their vocabularies are as limited as their intellects.Posted by Mike Austin at April 1, 2009 10:48 PM
I have had several run-ins with the soft-gutted Mr. Wolcott, after which his trolls went to work leaving their spoor at my place. I kept it all as a memento of idiocy, but I spent much time removing the profanity from their comments. Their vocabularies are as limited as their intellects.Posted by Mike Austin at April 1, 2009 10:50 PM
I'm not familiar with the country of the swells. As near as I can figure did he maybe stiff you for a bar tab? You seem a bit peeved with the man. If you'd like maybe me and R.J. and Zeke could take care of your problem. Course there is that bar tab. A rompin and a stompin can bring on a powerful thirst.