It always makes me think of a dog with impacted anal glands. I hope he does time.
In fact most nicknames on adults are loathsome. Although I don’t know the Libster, I have known a “Bunny”, “Cubby”, and a “Sparky”. (All men) Not very well mind you as actually encouraging others to call you by these names precludes you from being my friend.
What stupid nicknames have you heard? Online handles don’t count nor do monikers that the person doesn’t know about (shitbreath) or doesn’t like to be called (Bugsy)
There’s a baseball player nicknamed “Chipper”. In all fairness, he probably had the nickname while still a kid in the minors. It’s kind of hard to change it when the whole city of Atlanta knows you by that name.
It’s kind of like the former Yankee pitcher, Hideki Irabu. When he first came over from Japan, they called him Hideki “i-RAH-boo”. About a year later, he told everyone that it was really pronounced “EER-a-boo”. Paraphrasing Chris “Mad Dog” Russo on WFAN: “Too late! You can’t change your name now. Your last name is i-RAH-boo.” And he was right. Nobody ever used the correct pronunciation.
I hate grown men who go by “Junior” or “Little (dad’s name).” Yuck. Once I made the mistake of expressing this opinion to someone whose dad was called Junior. Oh, well.
When I first heard the name “Scooter Libby” on the news, I thought they were talking about a woman. Maybe the Libby part subconsciously helped with that, but I would have a hard time calling a grown man (or frankly, a grown woman) “Scooter.”
Well, sometimes retaining a nickname like “Scooter” is the better of two bad choices. I have a friend in the Coast Guard whose name is just made for atrocious nautical puns (he shares a name with one of the former Monkees; take it from there!). Instead, he’s chosen to continue being known by his childhood nickname of “Scooter.”
I don’t think he minds, though. His real name is Lawrence Wayne Jones, Jr., and it’s public knowledge that he hates it when people call him Larry. I once saw him hit a home run against the White Sox just because a guy behind me yelled “Larry” at him.
What I hate even worse than that are those Firsty McLastname III’s being called “Trey”. I don’t know how many little boys I’ve taken care of (i’m a peds nurse) that were called Trey because they were the third of that name in their paternal line. Makes me wanna shake their mamas by the shoulders and scream at them.
Ah, if only that were true–to give him a taste of life with the run-of-the-mill criminals. But somehow, I have the feeling it’s going to be more like a Smug Frat Boy Reunion over there in Club Fed. I doubt he’ll be rubbing shoulders with the Bubbas of the penal system. They’ll all get hammered on toilet gin and draw on each other when they pass out.
