Christopher Hitchens Makes Out With Andrew Sullivan, Dances To Rap Music
You know who's having a doggone humdinger of an Inauguration weekend is that Christopher Hitchens, the ex-Trotskyist drink-soaked popinjay war columnist for Slate, Vanity Fair... wherever else! The Internet is awash with stories of his shenanigans this weekend, including a sexy kiss with fellow British anger bear Andrew Sullivan at the Slate party and some hip-hop dancing at the party for Slate's black people website, The Root! THE GUY'S A MANIAC.
Slate held its Inauguration party at Hitchens' own apartment, much like Vanity Fair does during White House Correspondents' weekend! It must be a nice place. Especially for a secret male pundit orgy HMM?
Inside, Hitchens opined on whether the Obama administration should answers calls from the left to prosecute Bush administration officials for illegal interrogation of prisoners: “As long as it's agreed that these steps were taken in response to public demand,” he began, only to be interrupted by Andrew Sullivan, who greeted him with a hug and a kiss. “I want tongue. Give me tongue,” Hitchens implored, to no avail. “No, I'm not giving you tongue,” Sullivan replied, feigning astonishment. “Let the record show: Sullivan wouldn't give tongue,” Hitchens replied. (“He's gayer than I am!” Sullivan later told us.)
Then, yesterday, from The Root's party, came this disturbing report via Atlantic blogger Ta-Nehisi Coates:
Last night at The Root ball, me and Kenyatta are cutting the rug, during the old school set. Biz Markie is on the wheels. And somewhere between the "All Night Long" and "Got To Give It Up" I peep Christopher Hitchens, mid-groove, with some dime-piece on his hip.
Christopher Hitchens was later spotted sleeping in the middle of Constitution Avenue, getting run over by cars.
From the annals of post-racialism [Ta-Nehisi Coates]