More Grave Dancing
Christopher Hitchens may be an S.O.B., but he’s our S.O.B. Upon Jerry Falwell’s untimely demise (by which I mean it happened way too late), Hitchens wrote an article for Slate that has some brilliant lines. Here are just a few of them:
The discovery of the carcass of Jerry Falwell on the floor of an obscure office in Virginia has almost zero significance, except perhaps for two categories of the species labeled “credulous idiot.”
…there is no vileness that cannot be freely uttered by a man whose name is prefaced with the word Reverend.
Like many fanatical preachers, Falwell was especially disgusting in exuding an almost sexless personality while railing from dawn to dusk about the sex lives of others. His obsession with homosexuality was on a par with his lip-smacking evocations of hellfire. From his wobbly base of opportunist fund raising and degree-mill money-spinning in Lynchburg, Va., he set out to puddle his sausage-sized fingers into the intimate arrangements of people who had done no harm. Men of this type, if they cannot persuade enough foolish people to part with their savings, usually end up raving on the street and waving placards about the coming day of judgment. But Falwell, improving on the other Chaucerian frauds from Oral Roberts to Jim Bakker to Ted Haggard, not only had a TV show of his own but was also regularly invited onto mainstream ones.
It’s a shame that there is no hell for Falwell to go to, and it’s extraordinary that not even such a scandalous career is enough to shake our dumb addiction to the “faith-based.”
Finally, here is the YouTube video that
faithful (Oh wait—I guess I shouldn’t use the word “faith”.) loyal reader Ericsan mentioned in the comments to my last post. It shows Christopher Hitchens trouncing Sean Hannity on his own turf.