This guy is kind of a jerk.
Trying to find some news about the prognosis of Christopher Hitchens’ condition, I stumbled upon this little piece posted today by Andrew Sullivan, Hitch’s Cancer.
Here’s his whole post:
I’m devastated by the news. We need Christopher around for a long, long time. I do not know the details and understand his need for privacy. But he seems in good spirits if this classically British understatement is symptomatic of his mood:
“I have been advised by my physician that I must undergo a course of chemotherapy on my esophagus. This advice seems persuasive to me.”
May the God he believes poisons everything be with him. And a simple word of encouragement: surviving a potentially fatal disease can be a form of liberation. I look forward to an even more liberated Hitch.
Maybe it’s just me, but I find his “good wishes” insulting. What an awful thing to do, using the opportunity of someone’s terrible, scary, potentially fatal illness to insist on pushing his religious beliefs.
Or maybe this just exposes Sullivan as the complete moron he seems to be, whether he didn’t read the book he’s referring to, or he didn’t understand what Mr. Hitchens wrote on his book’s very title “God Is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything.” which is, in itself, a complete statement of disbelief.
That I hope Mr. Hitchens can overcome this terrible and painful illness, goes without saying.