An incisive look at a know nothing media whore who--as his Hisness gloats openly about-- browbeat Bush 2 into Invading Iraq. After his monumental failure he "changed the subject" and blamed God for the world's woes and the state of his now egg-splattered face. His puffy face has melted into air and darkness--Cheshire cat style--leaving a grim frown of vapid bewildered loathing
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
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Well Whaddaya Know
My comments were deleted from hitchens watch. Curious. I've deleted any links to their site so THERE!
They've seen the Light Hitch the Dawg... And
http://www.hitchenswatch.blogspot.com
They've seen the Light Hitch the Dawg... And
http://www.hitchenswatch.blogspot.com
Wonderful Wonderful Gore Vidal
The feelings I have for Mr Vidal are something like love. Yes, I love this man and his works will follow him with all the fragrance of all the flowers that Oscar Wilde brandished on his lovers.
I love the man--I'm currently reading and enjoying Washington DC. Stay well Mr. Vidal. One hears distant murmurs of health problems and wheel chairs. May the love of countless millions sustain you in a hard time.
I love the man--I'm currently reading and enjoying Washington DC. Stay well Mr. Vidal. One hears distant murmurs of health problems and wheel chairs. May the love of countless millions sustain you in a hard time.
And Here's The Tragedy
Hitchens writes like an angel. He could have accomplished so much in the beknighted Anglosphere. Before he seduced America his ego seduced him. And that is so sad. It could have been so different...so good. Sad.
Where would Terrorism be with Hitchens?
Hitchens has been the best friend of international Muslim extremists. His position as a "useful idiot" has borne fruit to such a degree that Bin Ladin must be dancing a jig where ever he is these days.
You just couldn't invent Hitchens, the perennial media tart. Mr polymath turbocharged international terrorism almost as a side act while he comported and spread his umm "genius" throughout the Angloshere, like tiny rat droppings his offerings were.
I salute you Mr Hitchens: A job well done and we'll be cleaning up for a long time after the tumor takes you out.
I wouldn't wish cancer on anyone...I probably have my own date with it; but cancer is your destiny and misery is your wake.
You just couldn't invent Hitchens, the perennial media tart. Mr polymath turbocharged international terrorism almost as a side act while he comported and spread his umm "genius" throughout the Angloshere, like tiny rat droppings his offerings were.
I salute you Mr Hitchens: A job well done and we'll be cleaning up for a long time after the tumor takes you out.
I wouldn't wish cancer on anyone...I probably have my own date with it; but cancer is your destiny and misery is your wake.
My Timorous Fingers
I'm up to the part--in Hitch22--where the tiny blob of venom is sinking his molars into Salmon Rushdie. It will be a fun ride; much keening over Salmon's prose and hatred for Muslims. The little fat ball will be all aquiver...no doubt...as he barfs bile and praise in a heady mix.
And on a more cheerful note: I've made a few reader's contributions to Hitchenswatch if you want to hustle yourseldf over to it.
Robert
And on a more cheerful note: I've made a few reader's contributions to Hitchenswatch if you want to hustle yourseldf over to it.
Robert
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