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Hitch, 62

not much can be said that he didn’t say concerning the passion that he shouted without a moment of rest at the forces in this world that he saw to be wrong, as well as the idiots who claimed to know what was right--- to see him argue was to reignite within oneself the love for human conversation & to see how ideas can be made to be expressed without the need of bludgeoning another over the head with a hammer--- that is not to say that he didn’t see fit for the use of force to stomp out the “evil” for which even he as a prolific writer, journalist & staunch militant anti-theist who had seen aspects of carnage the world over could find no other way of expressing except to use that word. for hitch we have to not stumble a moment we have to pay tribute by reading his works, passing them onto others & continuing the fight which he fought so well unparalleled in the ring--- swinging & swinging & swinging with no deathbed conversion without compromise without any loss of integrity his defeat took many many rounds but eventually he was beat by that one opponent that inevitably wins no matter who you are or what you believe. WE ARE LUCKY TO HAVE EXPERIENCED SUCH A VOICE!

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