Knuckles suspects that everyone has at least one acquaintance like Chistopher Hitchens. Not compadres, but you know each other well enouh to share a drink and a laugh. One minute you're lifting a glass. The next, you've smashed the glass against the edge of the bar and have the broken end half an inch from the poor sod's face, seething, "you ignorant little wanker."
Then, some time later, the ignorant little wanker does something you just gotta admire. After Hitchen's gratuitous cheap shot against the Exhalted One, he's knocking on the clubhouse door again with this detailed piece about Michael "Is-My-Hanging-Gut-Hiding-My-Dirty-Little-Secret-Yet? Mooron.
Nice work, Hitch. Here, let Knuckles pour you a drink...
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