Christopher Hitchens, a sharp-witted provocateur who used his formidable learning, biting wit and muscular prose style to skewer what he considered high-placed hypocrites, craven lackeys of the right and left, “Islamic fascists” and religious faith of any kind, died Thursday “from pneumonia, a complication of esophageal cancer,” according to Vanity Fair, the magazine for which Mr. Hitchens worked. He was 62.
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i am truly sad. it feels like losing a friend.
Statistically speaking, I pretty much knew this would happen. Still, it’s not an easy thing.
Today is not a good day.
Mourn him, emulate him, win this war in his memory. He was a difficult bastard who inspired us all, and he will be missed.
One of the most eloquent and nonpareil wordsmiths of our time. I miss his wit already. I shall listen to him reading ‘God is not Great’ and drink a glass of Johnny Walker, in his memory. 🙁
Bye, Hitch. It was good having you around.