It's hard to maintain that respect as he goes about on his anti-faith temper tantrum started by the success of the sloppily written god is not Great, a book that argues that religion literally poisons everything but has almost no references in the back to scholarly sources backing up his arguments. After reading his latest tangent on how much he hates Hannukah, I'm left viewing Hitchens as little more than a real life version of the worst cartoon animation of Ebenezer Scrooge:
But at this time of year, any holy foolishness is permitted. And so we have a semiofficial celebration of Hanukkah, complete with menorah, to celebrate not the ignition of a light but the imposition of theocratic darkness.
Like that classic Dickens character, Hitchens may find himself alone and depressed at the end of his life as he alienates all the ideological allies he made with his self-righteousness. Bah, humbug, indeed.