It seems our own Baron Bodissey is preying on Vanity Fair associate editor and house-twit James Wolcott's tiny little mind.
Twice now the Great White Hunter has ventured into deepest, darkest Blogspotland on the tracks of the wily little blogger. If Wolcott's not careful, people will begin to suspect erotomania -- especially if he continues to toss out indelicate phrases about exploring Baron's ass.
To be fair, Wolcott gets followed in return. He leaves quite a heavy trail for someone who looks so very light in his shoes.
Well, you know how it is, Donnah. We wingnut neocon fascist bloggers crave attention, any kind of attention -- we don't care how negative!
So Mr. Wolcott gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside...
And don't be too hard on him. I understand that caring for ocicats can be quite stressful.
Posted by: Baron Bodissey at June 27, 2006 06:20 AMWhy would a national writer want to go after someone like Christopher Hitchens when you're around?
Posted by: Donnah at June 27, 2006 01:29 PM