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By David Futrelle
So the loathsome Milo Yiannopoulos — the self-promoting alt-right enabler and serial harasser who’s been kicked off so many platforms I’ve lost track — has apparently gone bust, in a big way, landing himself more than $2 million in debt, according to documents examined by the Guardian Australia.
The details are deliciously schadenfreudey. The documents were leaked by some far-right Australian racist who’s apparently mad at Milo, and they reveal Milo’s now quite vicious feud with two Australian promoters who apparently spent much of the past year trying and failing to organize an Australian tour for Milo — and who now say they are being harassed by Milo’s toxic fans, including some thugs who broke into their car.
But in some ways the most delicious details in the whole mess have to do with who exactly Milo owes money to — a long list that not only includes lawyers, jewelers, and the company that put on his lavish wedding but also some names that will be very familiar to readers of this blog.
Looking through one of Milo’s “debt spreadsheets” that were posted on Twitter the other day, I discovered that Milo apparently owes $33,000 to the extravagantly Islamophobic pundit Pamela Geller and nearly $77,000 to his former Breitbart writer/manservant Allum Bokhari, the guy who actually wrote the notorious apologia for the alt-right that Milo took most of the credit for.
But there are a few other names on the list that literally made me laugh out loud. Milo owes $4500 to “journalist” and reactionary troll Ian Miles Cheong, $104 to noxious racist fantasy author Theodore “Vox Day” Beale, and $225 to former A Voice for Men attack dog Janet “Judgy Bitch” Bloomfield (Andrea Hardie), all of whom wrote for Milo’s now-shuttered Dangerous website.
Milo labeled his debts to Beale and Bloomfield low priority. Somehow I suspect neither one of them is ever going to see a cent of it.
As Bloomfield likes to say, though not usually to herself, suck it up, buttercup!