Ah, how I love Christopher Hitchens! (And by "love" I mean loathe.)
Thankfully, given that it's Hitchens, there will never be a shortage of media outlets offering him opportunities to remind me why -- and just how much. The latest (at least as of 9 am EST) is this brief interview in NY Magazine, "Are you there God? It's me Hitchens."
In it, he manages to bash Hanukkah -- Hanukkah! -- and put in a plug for his Jewish street-cred by mentioning that he likes to throw a "little seder" for his daughter ... over the objections of his (Jewish!) wife. All the while proving that it's not Hitchens' contrarianism that is so annoying, it's his self-serving smugness ... well that, and his willing role as an apologist for our bungling misadventures in Iraq.
Speaking of erecting false idols ... one must, however, admire his succinct account of the origin of religious feeling in man. (Gender-specific language very much intended, or didn't you read Hitchens' unbelievably -- even for him! -- boorish article, "Why Women Aren't Funny," in VF? Ironically, though perhaps not surprisingly, Hitch's article is not all that firm in the funny-bone department either.)