I feel sad for Milo Yiannopoulos.
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If you don't know who that is, well you’re one of the lucky ones. In fact, I’d recommend you stop reading now just so you can continue to enjoy that complete lack of awareness.
Yiannopoulos is the British mouth for hire who turned up in Australia for a speaking tour attended by various conservative figures in an alt-right cultural cringe.
They all fawned over him, so amazed someone who was famous in a big country like the US came to our little old country.
It’s an odd reaction given Australia does staggeringly well when it comes to creating our own right-wing pundits.
I feel sad for Yiannopoulos because I just can’t imagine what it must be like to get your kicks out of saying whatever will get a reaction from people.
Because that’s his schtick, that’s all he's got. He says something outrageous and one side of society is outraged while the other side goes “hurrah!”.
It was really like he Googled “Australia” and jotted down a few subjects designed to cause a brouhaha. “Okay, I’ll say something about Muslims, about some bloke called Waleed Aly. This woman called Clementine Ford seems to anger people, I’ll just add her name into my usual feminist routine. Oh, and why not criticise Aboriginal art? That’s sure to get me some column inches.”
Yiannopoulos likes to call himself a "one man wrecking crew" or an "internet supervillain” – and we know how sad it is when someone tries to come up with nicknames for themselves.
But he’s really none of those things – he’s just nothing more than the annoying kid who will say whatever will get the big people in the room to notice him.
Regardless of whether he actually believes it or not. And that’s sad – to bang on about something you don’t actually believe.
Really, it’s not the left Yiannopoulos hates, it’s irrelevance.