oooo, I love it when you're angry - more more
Mr Hitchens is a big fan of flowery descriptions isn't he? Had he taken out all the overly emotive wankery in that article he could have fitted it into one small paragraph and saved himself a lot of time and effort. I applaud your efforts to mimic Hitchens' descriptive style, it's an admirable attempt.
It's all motes and beams with these people, innit? As Hitchens, Mad Mel and the rest settle into their final resting-place on the spittle-flecked right, red-faced, hyperbolic indignation becomes their default state. Such a mode of writing is necessary to avoid measured, honest analysis.
Can I admit to feeling the odd pang of regret that Hitchens got it so wrong and vanished up his own contrarian aperture six years ago?
Galloway was right: Hitchens really did write like an angel.
I think it was Leibniz who was the hymning idiot who was the model for dr Pangloss - Candide itself was meant to be a satire
I think Hitch should hitch up his britches and crawl under a suitable rock, assuming he can remain sober for long enough to find one.
Ooops - I was under the misapprehension that Voltaire had been present in the aftermath of the earthquake, hence the notion of Hitch finding his belief validated by disaster.
And I'm still a fan of Hitchens, when he's on his day - he can still knock the spots off other polemicists when he tries. It's just that he tries so rarely.
"I am disturbed by the epidemic of schadenfreude that has swept the blogosphere," declared an outraged F Rodent. "This trend for gleefully kicking self-promoting vermin when they are down is one that should not be tolerated. I now declare my blog a negative criticism free zone, home only to 'measured, honest analysis'. Mockery and gratuitous insult will find no place here."
And I'm still a fan of Hitchens, when he's on his day - he can still knock the spots off other polemicists when he tries. It's just that he tries so rarely.
One such moment was his recent observation was that if the body of the late Reverend Jerry Falwell was administered an enema, he could be buried in a matchbox.
Mockery and gratuitous insult will find no place here
What lunacy is this?
The day I start posting honest, measured analysis is the day I hang up my Profanisaurus.
Yes, I think your earlier correspondent was confusing blogger (n.: unpaid, pasty-faced loser using the Twittersphere as a vent for his/her frustrations and opinions), with columnist (n.: highly paid, pasty-faced loser using newspapers, radio, TV and the Twittersphere as a vent for his/her frustrations and opinions).
A minor distinction but an important one, I hope you'll agree.
"I'll stick to old blog format," vows defiant Rodent.
Rodent (17) denied the rumours that he was about to raise his blog standard to include "measured, honest analysis".
"The only thing I'll measure is the distance between my boot and my victim's groin," declared Rodent, drinking his favourite tipple of fermented bat's blood. "Analysis? Anal cyst, you mean, and I'm the boy to squeeze it."
Why do all you sad little bloggers write about Galloway so often? Why is he so important to you?
Why do all you sad little bloggers write about Galloway so often?
Because he's top-notch comedy value, and he pisses off all the right people.
And I wouldn't say I was sad - more spiteful and childish, myself.
"I am not sad," declares F Rodent. "I am utterly depressed."
The tragic blogger, now out of the Priory, poured out the story of an abusive childhood that left him with low self-esteem.
"My parents did not let me have a girl stay the night until I was nearly 14," said Rodent, swallowing his Prozac. "They would never hear of me having two girls to stay. And I was only allowed to smoke 10 cigarettes a day. When my mother found syringes in my room, she didn't even wash them."
Rodent finally found courage to leave the family home at 27, after his mother refused to make his bed and would not do the dishes he left after his attacks of munchies.
Hm, apart from Nero would extremely probably have not played a fiddle (but a lyre), this post let, for a change, the corners of my mouth start an expedition to my ear-lobes. And Voltaire just asked me to send, on his behalf, a "Chapeau". 
Laugh? I thought I'd never stop...........
Being about as funny as Dysentery myself, I probably have insufficient grounds to mock............
FR, it seems your blog is now advertising things at me. Make it stop!!!!
What, is Haloscan advertising?
I'll kill their friends, their wives, their wives tennis partners, their wives tennis partners friends and their wives tennis partners friends pets.
You can't be too careful where tennis is concerned.
It happened very briefly. Everything went a bit 'wordpress' with certain words becoming live links and little pop up 'bubbles' appearing when I moved the pointer over them. I made my 2nd comment and then they were gone.
My 1st comment was in response to KB Player, didn't make it very clear....
Ayatollah Rodent declares a fatwa against Haloscan.
"By advertising on my blog, Haloscan insulted the feelings of 500 million bloggers around the world," declared Rodent. "Blogging is a peaceful , money-losing occupation and whoever tries to make a profit out of it should be beheaded or at least sued.
The wording of the fatwa:-
"I inform all zealous bloggers and blog commenters of the world that the supplier of commentary software called Haloscan - which has been programmed, designed, compiled and downloaded in opposition to Blog and Bloggery,- and all those involved in its administration, who were aware of its mercenary nature, are sentenced to death. I call on all zealous bloggers to execute them slowly, wherever they may be found, so that no one else will dare to insult the blog sanctities. Whoever is killed on this path is a martyr."
By jove, you really work at those little pieces, don't you? Can you maybe put asterisks at the bits where we're meant to laugh?
What do you think is wrong with this sad, pudgy, drunken and delusional little man? Once a shining beacon for all humanity, the very essence of persuasion and hope, he now is reduced to nausea-inducing sputterings, eloquent tho they are. Like what happened with the sorcerers apprentice, while he chops away, his critics simply multiply and en masse effectively criticize their once beloved wordsmith. Now, hope is springing eternal amoungst us all. If nothing else, he himself has caused the truth he so brutally crushes to multiply and rise from the ashes of his arson. The numbers of us have defeated him. By Jove, he's lost his credibility.
I'm not certain whether you're describing Hitch or me, Sakajawea.
Perhaps I have marginally fewer enemies.
NOT YOU! I think you hilarious and I intend to read more. I found you because of christopherhitchenswatch.com which thrills us lovers of language absolutely no end. Wish CH thrilled us more himself. Alas. Some things just go south after a while. The last pickle in the jar is the most. Pickled.
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