The fellow was obviously smart and not so obviously flawed. He was intensely curious about various and sundry philosophies promoted by intellectual personalities - mostly of the past. Christopher mixed politics with social movements and struggled mightily with the results. He was a Socialist for a while, then Communist, then agnostic, then atheist. Changes like these came rather fast and furious. Sometimes they detracted from the confidence of his audience in his ability to focus. Regardless, he moved at a blistering pace among the unwashed and the proletariat. Always interesting, always over-verbalizing the subject, and always with no regard for anything but the barest truth of whatever he was involved with. He cheerfully stepped on people if he thought they were wrong and he was right. A tankard of beer, sweat on the brow, display of a fantastic lexicon, and a pleasure in arguing on any subject he felt deserving of dissection. That, my friend, is a brief picture of Christopher Hitchens. A constantly troubled and brilliant observer of what others have labeled "the human condition." He deserves more than a footnote.
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