The other night James Wolcott, the guiding light at Vanity Fair, dropped by here again to check out the local color and then blog his opinion of us. I was so pleased that I took the opportunity to cover his combover with a turban and convert him to Jamshid al-Walkat. At the same time I launched a contest for our readers: “Choose an Epithet for James Wolcott”.
There were many entertaining entries, but the hands-down winner (as judged by Dymphna and me) was by commenter Robert.
|October 31, 2005:||Does [The Nation’s David] Corn really want to be associated with fun blogs like Little Green Footballs and Gates of Vienna…? I guess he does, because he’ll be appearing on a panel at Pajamas’ gala conference in November in Manhattan, where Roger L. Simon and company will break out the ginger ale and announce their new monicker. Then everybody will adjourn to invade Syria, if they can arrange transportation.|
|June 26, 2006:||For readers willing to don miner’s [sic] helmets to explore a smoke-filled ass just off the main highway, behold the cavern of Baron Bodissey.|
|September 2, 2006:||The brain stormers at the Gates of Vienna trying to come up with a punchy new slogan for the War on Terror. And trying. And trying. Among the bubblings from the tar pit, we get: “If you don’t have the brains to know Islam is a threat, you won’t miss your head when it’s gone.” “Terrorism is cancer — it’s time to get radioactive!” “KILL A JIHADI FOR MOMMIE.”|
And now, straight from the Tar Pits of Vienna to our loyal brain stormers on Tatooine, I present:
Thank you, Robert, for this clever epithet.
And thank you,
Jabba Mr. Wolcott, for your timely inspiration. Y’all come back now, hear?
Update: Robert has contacted me and given permission to reveal his full identity. He is Rovert Bové, an author and poet who blogs at The Iconoclast, the blog of the New English Review. He has posted his own version of Jabba, and readers are invited to go over and comment.