Tu08:16:05:09:11 (Coincidence? While the Zionists walk the earth, leaving their bloody Jingosphereic footprints behind them, there will be no coincidence.)
Throwing caution and punctuation to the wind, we open with The Inspiration
In the thing that resembles a second paragraph, we hear who played John the Baptist to His Hedgehogness’s Jesus: Behold, Aaronovitch Watch, which roused our triumvirate (we will meet He Who Howls the Lies of Hitchens from the Hills and FGFMWTF soon) to their cause: the beloved Christopherhitchenswatch.
In the third paragraph, our Trogloditeness so succinctly summarized the evil that is Hitchens: Yes! Call out the Neocon Popinjay for daring to mention “cluster bomb” and “Koran” in the same sentence! Blasphemy! Fatwa! Because indeed a Koran upon the heart will save us from any Zionist bomb, cluster or otherwise!
Then our Sonic noticed that Hitchens does indeed have talent when writing “it needs to be admitted.” We have not found where Hitchens used his Pen of Iraqi Blood to write this phrase, but our ignorance only goes to show Sonic’s superior understanding of The Popinjay’s Canon. (We practiced writing “it needs to be admitted,” but were constantly misspelling, misremembering the words, and often finding ourselves at a loss for meaning in life.) And — and! — Our Sonic cuts through all diaphanous wool pulled tight over our eyes and drags us up through the bloody swill left by the Neocons: “Behold! Open your the Jingosphere!” It was all a botched oil grab (YOU try grabbing oil sometime – a more beautiful platitude has yet to be uttered) most well represented by The Former Trotskyist Poppinjay, Christopher – oh, how it catches in my throat to say the hateful word – Hitchens.
How foolish of us not to have seen it ourselves.
But what did it, what woke Our Burrower from his slumber, was that Hitchens, not having blasphemed enough, mentioned She Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken.
And so it was. Periods were bravely tossed aside, the mittens came off the grubby paws, and battle was joined.
And to remember back to that day: The Rebuttal was yet to come.
If we have sown unto you hate of Hitchens, is it a great thing if we shall reap your carnal things?
