http://www.workersliberty.org/story/2010/07/08/trouble-christopher-hitchens
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I can't remember anyone getting such a ballyhooed send-off in recent memory. Seems to me it is indicative of a society comfortable with letting someone else do their thinking for them. A wit, though, to be sure.
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