Christopher Hitches were great. Missed me so much. 

This debater from the really disgusting religion Islam is already better than other that I've seen so far. But this religious deluded person did not live in reality and still sound like a complete jackass when he tried to promote his fucking shit religion in the world.

Why is that?

My disgust with religion is not going to lessen by religious jackass who didn't owe up to the fact that the religion he like so much, is harmful to humans who got murdered, beaten up for speaking their minds. 

The part that pissed me off the most, is that he wants to have Islamic philosophy taught in university. Fuck that. No. I don't want to learn philosophy  based on shitty religion. Bullshit is a form of philosophy, as anyone who could speak or type could claim to have a philosophy. But it is simply not good to spread bullshit and using tax payers money to sponsor it. 

The debate made both atheists and Christians happy.

The atheists would like Christopher Hitchens and see how he destroyed Dinesh D'Souza.

The Christians who are too stupid to comprehend the debate, would take pleasure in the childish insult that Dinesh D'Souza thrown at Christopher Hitchens.

Intellectually, Christopher was far above that of this piece of shit Dinesh. But then, this Catholic jerk could still sell more books to those who are too stupid to get out of religion.

Christopher Hitchens defending free speech. This is great and his passing was felt when all this chaos happened in France. 

His stand for free speech is much closer to mine. 

For me, if someone said he defends free speech but only if didn't offend someone, then this person is selling out free speech, and only support censorship. 

Rare treat as Cumberbatch read the "All the world's a stage", the opening line from Shakespeare's As You Like It, in celebration of BBC drama. 

"All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then, the whining school-boy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice,
In fair round belly, with a good capon lined,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything." 

Homemade Love by J. California Cooper