I know that feel bro. That’s why I got on a plane.
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How do I always manage to put myself in situations that even philosophers would have great difficulty in deciding what one should do?
Stephen fry. Stop it.
You are clearly being too smart. You are not of this Earth.
Literary Birthday - 13 April
Happy Birthday, Christopher Hitchens, born 13 April 1949, died 15 December 2011
13 Quotes from Christopher Hitchens
- I don’t think it’s possible to have a sense of tragedy without having a sense of humour.
- I have tried for much of my life to write as if I was composing my sentences to be read posthumously.
- I became a journalist partly so that I wouldn’t ever have to rely on the press for my information.
- What is it you most dislike? Stupidity, especially in its nastiest forms of racism and superstition.
- What can be asserted without proof can be dismissed without proof.
- To terrify children with the image of hell, to consider women an inferior creation—is that good for the world?
- How dismal it is to see present day Americans yearning for the very orthodoxy that their country was founded to escape.
- The Bible may, indeed does, contain a warrant for trafficking in humans, for ethnic cleansing, for slavery, for bride-price, and for indiscriminate massacre, but we are not bound by any of it because it was put together by crude, uncultured human mammals.
- Human decency is not derived from religion. It precedes it.
- Beware the irrational, however seductive. Shun the ‘transcendent’ and all who invite you to subordinate or annihilate yourself. Distrust compassion; prefer dignity for yourself and others. Don’t be afraid to be thought arrogant or selfish. Picture all experts as if they were mammals. Never be a spectator of unfairness or stupidity. Seek out argument and disputation for their own sake; the grave will supply plenty of time for silence. Suspect your own motives, and all excuses. Do not live for others any more than you would expect others to live for you.
- I try and write as if I am talking, and trying to engage the reader in conversation.
- Literature, not scripture, sustains the mind and—since there is no other metaphor—also the soul.
- I wanted to write.
Hitchens was a British-American author and journalist who contributed to The Atlantic, The London Review of Books, The Times Literary Supplement, Slate Magazine, and Vanity Fair. He was an author of twelve books and five collections of essays. His subject matter included politics, literature, and religion. His works included God Is Not Great and Hitch-22: A Memoir.
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“Wow Mr. Balloon, we’re going to have so much fun together.” POP “Hey, Mr. Balloon are you okay? Wha- what the, OHMYJESUSSWEETMOTHEROFGOD?!”
I can never not reblog this. ALWAYS AUTO REBLOG.
That’s like the most delayed reaction ever.
HAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA this is the best
In an excerpt from his memoir, late contributing editor Christopher Hitchens recalls the first time he met Margaret Thatcher:
Within moments, too, I had turned away and was showing her my buttocks. I suppose that I must give some sort of explanation for this. Almost as soon as we shook hands on immediate introduction, I felt that she knew my name and had perhaps connected it to the socialist weekly that had recently called her rather sexy. While she struggled adorably with this moment of pretty confusion, I felt obliged to seek controversy and picked a fight with her on a detail of Rhodesia/Zimbabwe policy. She took me up on it. I was (as it happened) right on the small point of fact, and she was wrong. But she maintained her wrongness with such adamantine strength that I eventually conceded the point and even bowed slightly to emphasize my acknowledgment. “No,” she said. “Bow lower!” Smiling agreeably, I bent forward a bit farther. “No, no,” she trilled. “Much lower!” By this time, a little group of interested bystanders was gathering. I again bent forward, this time much more self-consciously. Stepping around behind me, she unmasked her batteries and smote me on the rear with the parliamentary order paper that she had been rolling into a cylinder behind her back. I regained the vertical with some awkwardness. As she walked away, she looked over her shoulder and gave an almost imperceptibly slight roll of the hip while mouthing the words “Naughty boy!”
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