Yeah, he was an unrepentant warmonger and misogynist...but he sure did stick it to those goddamn Bible-thumpers and their invisible sky buddies!As you can see, things even out nicely. Granted, Hitchens' political miscalculations have a body count. But how about all those dragons he killed? (Or not actual dragons...but, y'know, the whole idea of dragons qua dragons, per se, in nuce, und so weiter. And not actually killed...but, y'know, personally disputed in some adamantine, ontically oppositional sense of not agreeing with 'em nohow, so there.)
Yeah, he was a hellbound atheist...but he sure did stick it to those goddamn peacenik hippies and their cult of diversity!
How many angels can dance on the head of a pin? Who knows? Maybe angels don't even exist!
How many Iraqis died in the last nine years? Who knows? Let's look forward, not back!
When Hitchens called down brimstone and fire on Baghdad, that modern City of the Plain, at least it was based on tribalist hatred, gadfly posturing and preening first-world privilege rather than mere superstition. I mean, give the guy some credit. He may have been wrong — politically, historically, logically, scientifically and morally — but at least he wasn't stupid. And if you don't believe me, just look into this barrel full of invisible dead fish.
Anyway. Forgive me if I don't feel like eulogizing Hitchens, who shrugged off countless deaths with one laborious literary phrase after another. I would much prefer to praise good people like myself, who attempted to prevent countless deaths with one laborious literary phrase after another.
On second thought, let's change the subject. If we're talking about dancing angels, should thumbtacks count as pins?
(Image at top: "The Great Day of His Wrath" by John Martin, 1853.)