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THE HITCH

I am sorry for his death and suffering but I cannot say that will join the gang of admirers mourning Christopher Hitchens. I feel like Kevin Drum only more so.

The Other Christopher Hitchens

I thought he was a mean motherfucker and covered most of his vitriolic attacks, always attacks, with a kind of word magic that, in its misdirection from logic, made him compelling but, somehow, loathsome.

I read his "not god" book and felt a bit like finding some christians and getting together with them as a kind of antidote to the nastiness of his message.

I know a lot of people loved to watch the show but it was a grisly kind of take down including a lot of eye gouging and kicks to the balls. Entertaining to some but not to me.

I hear that he was a great friend to many but I never picked up on any of that.

And he would not give a shit what I thought.

When I heard of his death I fantasized what it would be like if he ended up, over there, a kind of heaven, the kind that he found so foolish to believe. I suppose he would launch an attack on the angelic band. Or something. But I would not want to watch it.

He made no attempt to hide his alcoholism which is a good thing as far as it goes. I have met some really mean drunks and I stay away from them.

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