But, who would bother reading a piece whose raison d'etre is Westy applying the words of Ernest Benn to Tom Suozzi; who the fuck is Ernest Benn and why am I supposed to care? I wouldn't even bother reading if Westy were applying the words of Ernest Benn to Eliot Spitzer. It would be like Anne Coulter talking about an Englishman on a fox hunt: the unreadable descrbing the unspeakable in the pursuit of the inedible.  BORING!!!! Or as Groucho would say, I wouldn't join any club that would have me as a member.