Hello from the ethers; no vitriol is to be found in this short missive. It is with great regret that I announce the death of Christopher Hitchens, a verbose iconoclast with all the subtlety of a D-9 bulldozer. He was also a brilliant writer and all around bohemian, who smoked like a chimney and drank like a goddamn fish – and loved every fucking minute of it.
That noted, he told it as he saw it, without pulling any punches; those who debated the man found a formidable, erudite adversary – if they had the temerity to take him on.
This tiny planet in the middle of nowhere will not see his like again.
I’ll miss you, Hitch, and so will many others.