I guess, given this news…
…I should regret having written this a few days ago, but I don’t.The awful fact is that Hitchens’s brain is already disintegrating; his own writings betray the fact. And it’s been doing so for years. He moved from left to right over time; that’s a sure sign of degeneration unto itself. But the manifestation of that cancerous phenomenon was particularly grotesque in him. When he devoted so much energy in the latter 1990s to excoriating Bill Clinton on moralistic terms for his affair with Monica Lewinsky, and aided the far right from the so-called left, I quickly came to despise him for what he’d done. Hitchens was not the only one who set back progress immeasurably during the Clinton era, but he was a so-called respected voice. I don’t know why he wasn’t blackballed on the spot by the so-called liberal media, unless they were not really liberal after all. (BINGO!)And I couldn’t believe anyone could consider him anything less than fascist when he supported Dubya’s wars. Most hilarious was his insistence that they were “secularist”. No, they were capitalist, with a hefty dose of religious fundamentalism thrown in. If Hitch were really serious about secularism, he’d have decried them. Instead, he chose to studiously ignore Dubya’s very pointed use of the word “crusade”–a specifically religious term–in his war against Islam. I guess some religious conservatisms are more kosher than others, if you are a brown-nosing irrationalist like Hitch.Drunken rampages like this one don’t help him, either. Nor do drunken brawls like this one. They just make him look like a fucking palooka with piss-poor judgment. And really, it doesn’t matter if he believes in God or not; karma hits you no matter what you believe, and karma is getting back at him now. You don’t need to be religious to feel remorse at life’s end for what you did wrong; you just need to be halfway human.If Hitch cares to reflect further on the subject of mortality (and that of morality), I offer him the words of Rudyard Kipling to ponder:
Hitchens spoke in very stark terms about his mortality.“I’m a realist, I’m objective,” he said. “It’s not a good cancer to get. The statistics are very depressing. Mine isn’t just in my esophagus, either. It’s gone to my lymph nodes. I would be a very lucky person to live another five years.”Goldberg and Hitchens then welcomed Hitchens’ “dearest friend,” author Martin Amis, as the conversation turned toward religion.Hitchens, an outspoken atheist, said he will never become religious despite his looming mortality. If any such conversion is ever attributed to him, he said, it would be either a lie propagated by the religious community or an effect of the cancer and treatment that made him no longer himself.“The entity making such a remark might be a raving, terrified person whose cancer has spread to the brain. I can’t guarantee that such an entity wouldn’t make such a ridiculous remark, but no one recognizable as myself would ever make such a remark,” he said.
That’s what karma looks like, people. Hitch lied to please the mob when it howled for Bill Clinton’s blood, and for that of the innocent people of Iraq. He has never expressed an instant’s regret for that lethal, life-destroying foolishness. In his own mind, he was justified in doing so. Even now, as his life comes to a close, he’s not making amends for his lies, he’s making bids to aggrandize himself even further. He is a sociopath. And the only thing that saddens me about his passing is that it took so damn long. He wore out his welcome on this planet when he joined a band of amoral thugs in taking down a merely mortal man on the grounds of so-called morality. He should not have lived to fart out the bullshit he did about Dubya and his immoral wars. Happy dying, Hitch, you sick, seedy, disreputable fucking bastard.Comments now closed. Tough luck.
I could not dig, I dared not rob,And so I lied to please the mob.Now all my lies are proved untrue,And I must face the men I slew.What tale will serve me here amongMine angry and defrauded young?–“A Dead Statesman”, 1924