We knew there had to be some reason for the Hitch's apostasy...

It has been over a year since the Bush Administration boldly embarked upon a mission that was 10 years too late, but not a moment too soon. I wrote last December, perhaps through rose-tinted glasses, but I think ensuing events have proven me prescient, that I looked forward to the day when I would be able to raise a glass with old Kurdish comrades in newly liberated Iraq.

That day has come at long last. The tyrant’s vast stores of whiskey, gin, rum, vodka and other long oppressed spirits are free. Free from Saddam’s dungeons, where they were tortured unmercifuly; assaulted with aerated waters, their innocent and pure bodies torn asunder and poisoned with impurities in fiendish experiments, the fullness of their aspirations diluted by a madman’s icy depravities.

Dear, dear me.