I’ve got to head out for a blogging-related trip to South Carolina in a few hours, so I’m going to point you to this delightful article by Armando Acuna, public editor of the Sacramento Bee. I didn’t cover the Bobby……

michellemalkin.com

Hey, do you remember Bobby Caina Calvan, the arrogant newspaper reporter who blogged about his snit fit in Iraq when a soldier asked him for identification–earning himself a Jerk of the Year nomination? […] Read the rest…

The entire site is 404′d, and the comments were the sweetest plum! I kind of figured the page might disappear (once Calvan realized his boss would be reading thousands of angry emails tomorrow morning, linking to Calvan’s blog), so I saved …

I read that Calvan is actually “Steven Freeman” according to one of the commenters on his original blog who apparently outted his identity very subtly. Any word on this…? Anyone…?

Rugged Individual on October 26, 2007 at 10:41 PM

I read the comment, and believe he/she was mistaking the name from another who commented at the site.

You can easily go to the SacBee and search on Calvan and see his articles.

What a dick.

infidel4life on October 25, 2007 at 1:49 PM

Unlike me infidel you get right to the “meat” of the matter, but I would like to add this meat stick is not only a dick, me thinks he may also be a “dick-smoker.”

Just sayin…

What a dick.

infidel4life on October 25, 2007 at 1:49 PM

Actually he is such a giant ass her doesn’t have dingleberries but dingleapples.

He should have had a close inspection of a butt-plate.

Deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that phone, you need me on that phone.

We use words like voicemail, PIN code, caller ID. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline.

I have neither the cell-minutes nor the bars to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said “press 1 for English,” and went on your way.

Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a Razr, and text a post.

Either way, I don’t give a d@mn what you think you are entitled to.

Ouch!

Fatal on October 25, 2007 at 2:39 PM

It’s even better – this guy is in his forties; he started college in 1983 and I seriously doubt he’s any kind of child prodigy.

I have copies of the this post and 197 comments, as well as his post from October 21 (the post which Charles quotes from) that began:

“Jenan understood the story that was already being written in my mind. I was after vivid descriptions that could, if warranted, paint a scene of chaos, anger and grief.”

Unfortunately, the living, breathing stereotype was busy editing while I was copying the files, so I only have those two.. I’ll email you the files..

I’ll email to them to you

Nope…no way.

bzzt…

Calvan should have just pulled a Ron Burgundy:

“I don’t know how to put this but I’m kind of a big deal. People know me. I’m very important. I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany.”

thebrokenchair on October 25, 2007 at 12:46 PM

Bwah!!! Must go home and watch “Anchorman”….

Well done, thebrokenchair, well done. Are you embedded in Iraq somewhere and perchance have tried this line??

;)

“Rebecca Aguilar? Bobby Calvin. Bobby Calvin? Rebecca Aguilar.”

Glad I’m Not You said:

October 24th, 2007 at 8:24 pm

Bobby,

I’m so glad I’m 42.

When I was young and immature, like you, and I made an ass out of myself it was usually in a room with a Fire Marshal-rated capacity of under 100 people. Even if the place was full and each person told two friends what I did, I was still under the 300 mark of people I needed to avoid for a week. And since memories are short and someone else was bound to make an ass out of themselves in a relatively short amount of time it never really mattered that much. But you, Bobby, have the distinction of making an ass of yourself on the World Wide Web, which is currently accessable by just over 1.2 billion human beings. On top of that, your friends – and apparently rather plentiful enemies – can now copy-cut-paste your idiocy and keep it forever. And ever. And ever.

Bobby, in the year 2065, when you are 80 or so, you will receive an email with this blog post in it. All of it. Each. And. Every. Word.

I’m so glad I’m 42. And not you.

Best of luck with that reporter thing.

Ouch!

I try not to pile on blog swarms unless I have something to add. So I’ve been content this morning to see McClatchy Reporter Bobby Caina Calvan get his comeuppance for bragging about being a jackass to guards in Iraq…….