Like so many things in funnybooks, petty criminals in superhero comics operate under an entirely different set of rules than their real life counterparts.
In our world, when a bunch of meth addicts pool their dozen teeth and four functioning brain cells to steal a bronze memorial plaque and fence it for drug money, they count upon faceless anonymity to serve as a form of herd immunity. The short-sighted stupidity of their schemes is mitigated by a huge pool of potential suspects which may prevent an overtaxed constabulary from sussing out the true culprits.
In the realm of comics, however, than same band of desperate miscreants would feel obligated to don matching orange and purple jumpsuits, call themselves the “Damnatio Memorandum,” and use a hi-tech hoverboards to commit their heists in broad daylight.
Goofy as hell? Most certainly, but it helps mask the unpleasant truths and disturbing class politics which underpin vigilante “justice,” even if that approach occasionally involves turning the leader of a car theft ring…
…into an uber-1990s amalgam of Dr. Doom, Gambit, and Adam Duritz.
Carjack was his name and carjacking was indeed his game, which brought him and his merry band of auto-thieving underlings into conflict with both Thunderstrike and the extreme psuedo-Asgardian’s equally extreme nemesis Bloodaxe.
Carjack’s flamboyant approach to crime was supposed to be a form of plausible deniability, where masks and false identities could be used to shield the villain and his underlings from prosecution. Though the trick worked once — thanks to the legal system of the funnybook realm being as equally divorced from reality as its perceptions of petty criminals — the subsequent discovery and destruction of Carjack’s secret lair landed him a long stretch in the state pen.
He was released in time for his stiffening corpse to serve as a ominous plot point in 2002′s Deadline miniseries, where much softball snark was made over his oh-so-1990s goofiness. “Ahahaha, we were stupid enough to create this character and you were stupid enough to buy the comics and now we’re making fun of him and you are still buying this crap! Heee-larious!”
There are plenty of reasons why Carjack merited inclusion in the roster of Nobody’s Favorites. I could list them in detail, I suppose, but anything past “one-shot Thunderstike villain” would be the grossest of redundancies.