Writer and Revolutionary?

Benjamin Solah describes himself thus. I have come across his blog many times while using traffic exchanges and it really doesn't get any better.
This is particularly sad, because it was pretty poor to begin with.

As one is reading BS's BS, one pictures great figures of revolutionary political history: Lenin, Marx, Che Guevara. One pictures writers of note; distinguished and respected authors: Dickens, Hemingway, Oscar Wilde.

One does not picture this:


Oh dear.
Bless - did you take Auntie Cindy some flowers, Benji?
Hoping for a quick fumble with the manic old bat, were you?
Use those two fingers "elsewhere", perhaps?

Now, Ben and I wouldn't find ourselves agreeing on many things in the political arena. I have my views and he has his. But at least I acknowledge the fact that there is another political view out there. BS's BS over the recent events in Israel includes precisely 1 reference to Hizbollah, expressing disappointment at the lack of damage they are doing to the Israeli people. Awww. Shame. And why does this terrorist organisation exist? Well - that's because of Israel and the USA, obviously. So it's OK for them to kill civilians.

Oh - a brief aside while we're on the subject:

• Global warming - USA's fault


• Zidane's headbutt - George Bush's fault


• The rather annoying mole digging up my lawn - Israeli spy, obviously


• David Copperfield's recent claim to have found the fountain of youth - White House puppetry

Sorted? Great. On with the show then.

The fact that BS refuses to even refer to any opposing view undermines any credibility he could have had. His cut and paste'ing skills from such erstwhile journals as the Sydney Morning Herald and Socialist Worker are top notch stuff though. If only anyone actually cared as to the inane scribblings in those hotbeds of quality journalism anyway. Nope Ben - no-one does.

Finally, it should be pointed out that Ben isn't a big fan of the current Australian government either. But then, who gives a fuck about Australia anyway? Ooh - I know what's really, REALLY important - the political set-up of some sparsely populated desert land of criminally-descended inbreds whose only pleasure is derived from shagging farm animals while drunk on pissy, watery beer and whose sporting hero is a fat, drug-snorting cricketer.

More astute readers will have noticed that I have hardly mentioned BS's writing here. Why?
Well, because it's truly shit, that's why.

Things seemed to be going so well recently when our little hero found himself with literary constipation. Unfortunately, this welcome relief for the reading public appears to have passed.

Writer and Revolutionary? Don't make me laugh, Benji.
You're just a nerdy schoolkid.
Now run off home to mummy - it's past your bedtime.