Here's a link to Andrew Sullivan's website. If it's gone from the top of the site, scroll down for the post entitled "Hitch on Hacks." What follows is a quote from C. Hitchens' latest guardian column on journalism, I think. Then, Sullivan says "How Hitch turns stuff out of this quality and quantity is a mystery to me. It must be alcohol and nicotine and raw, insane talent, I guess." At first, I really thought Sullivan had to be joking. But then I remembered that Sullivan is on Hitchens' nuts, and that despite S's frequent attempts to condemn torture, etc., that and his pro-gay rights stance are the only two things that in anyway make him look like a competent human being. Hitchens uses the phrase "suicidal imbibing" in the first line of the passage Sullivan quotes. The entire Hitchens column is totally incoherent and meaningless. He's a hack writer. So is Andrew Sullivan. The coaliton of these two English fuck faces tells you a lot about the state of "intelligent discourse" today. The fact that they hang around America actually makes me quite resentful. There's this sort of space they get for being British-esque which makes them think that their utterly incoherent and contradictory and apolitical analyses of America make some sort of noble sense. They read big books, and yet their synthetic abilities are around third-grade level. They are also hateful and complacent bourgeois war-mongers. Also, Sullivan's precious insights into Catholicism, where he balances a perfectly reasonable condemnation of the Church's stance on social issues with a sort of preeningly insider, emotional "I'm sort of catholic and support good Catholic people who like anal sex but still want to be religious and dependent on hate-filled scumbags" rhetoric, make me sick.
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