His voice roared with a deep, gravelly baritone. Words flowed like the whiskey in his glass: smooth on the rocks but always burned going down. His opinions stung with fanged honesty; dulled only by his dry Brit accent. But the written word was his roar; a deep bellow that raged across social class and politics until it reached the hearts of the faithful who feared his words the most. For they knew when the lion roared, an atheist was born.
Dedicated to Christopher Hitchens: writer and critic, voice of free thought, the atheist Malcolm X.
R.I.P (4/13/49-12/15/11)
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