Let's just hope he doesn't turn out like this for the inauguration! — Hitch in his "Moor Mud Mask" at the Four Seasons.
Over the New Year break, Neil Scott of Glasgow came across Hitch's makeover in Vanity Fair and decided it was worth posting about. Although he starts out fairly mean, he has some words of praise later on for Hitch and a favorable comparison against his clean living younger sibling.
It is difficult to write about Christopher Hitchens without the piece becoming ad hominem. His bloated frame weighs on every word, his sneering personality is infused in every thought, and his drink-soaked belligerence adds sparkle to every column he writes.
Yesterday I stumbled across this series of articles by Hitchens describing the lengths his Vantiy Fair colleagues have gone to in order to keep him alive. Celebrated for his capacity to drink whilst staying productive, Hitchens has become a caricature drunkard in a country full of people obsessed with living forever. He has found his niche in opposition to such Americans and seems very happy there … well, except for the wheezing, the burst capillaries, and the obesity.
Hitchens has set his stall out as a contrarian and won’t be moved. Whatever it is, he’s against it. Think invading Iraq was a mistake, he doesn’t. Think smoking is bad for you, he thinks it’s great. Think going for a run gives you a burst of serotonin, well fuck you Hitchens is getting a taxi to the bar and is ordering pre-dinner cocktails. It must be pretty unsustainable in the long run, which is why, bankrolled by Condé Nast, he has quietly submitted to the full Hollywood rejuvenation treatment.
“The enemies of intolerance cannot be tolerant." • "If it is an offense to justice to hold people who may have been victims of mistaken identity or of vendettas by other factions, then it is also an offense to justice to release psychopathic killers who believe that they have divine permission to throw acid in the faces of girls who want to attend school." • "Don't be such a lesbian!
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