Poor Mojo's Two Minute Hate

It would take something truly wonderful or truly vile to get me to break my silence before the new year. But Ben Peek has done it. This pustulent bag of crap offends me in every possible way, from his offensive if puerile attempt at a blog to the kind of dandy-ish way he insists on dressing, as if that had anything to do with being a writer. This toad of an excuse for a human being is a lying sack of shit who would turn the knife into his own grandmother for a buck. He's the kind of guy who when seeing the huge mountain of offal he'd have to climb in the service of his bloated ambitions would just calmly put on his hipwaders and set to it.