"Sing without a reason..."

What do you do with the artifacts of a broken promise? What if you are the responsible party? I suspect the answer is the same in either case – I keep them in my sock drawer, along with a box of Eclipse, a few of those little bottles of liquor, and (…ahem…) contraceptives.

Through no fault of my own, that “drink-sodden former Trotskyite popinjay” Christopher Hitchens has become one of my favorite writers, and not just because he gives words to my inarticulate misgivings about the contemporary left’s infuriating multicultural etiquette. He’s also one of the few adults still defending the Iraq War, and I think that’s admirable. He beat the criminal demagogue George Galloway (truly the incarnation of Ellsworth Toohey) in that debate in New York, a fact which any intelligent and honest person can understand. Jon Stewart is the only person I’ve ever seen challenge him successfully, which redoubles my respect for them both; isn’t it a testament to the state of the modern media that Hitchens’ only intellectual equal is on Comedy Central at 11/10c?

In an interview with The New Yorker, he famously declared that the three most overrated things in the world are lobster, champagne, and anal sex. I find this remarkable because I never thought anyone would put lobster and anal sex in any sort of category.

YD-CR debate coming up quick, and I wish I had Galloway’s soapbox talents. I’ve discovered this is more of a jeering, crowd-pleasing, contest of insults than classic L-D…which I have no qualms with. I was nominated(?) because I’m a decent speaker, and I accepted because I enjoy attention. The only problem – I’m not funny. Or smart or quick. We’ll see how this goes. Maybe I ought to bone up on my Prime Minister’s Questions in anticipation of the main event…

Today’s Musical Insight (Feel Better, Sarah Edition):

“There’s still tomorrow, forget the sorrow – and I can be on the last train home, watchin’ past the past the day as it fades away, no more time to care, no more time today…”