Hitchens was so prolific, one had to pick and choose among his many books, essays and journalism. During his last years, Hitchens' writing remained amazingly muscular even as his body betrayed him.
I love Buddhism and I'm all for forgiveness among us flawed humans. But only after unrepentant mass murderers who outstrip every definition of evil Webster's can muster are, to paraphrase President Obama, taken off the field.
New Year's resolutions tend to focus on denying ourselves stuff we love, on the assumption that if it feels good it must be bad. But why not just pick out something you love and resolve to enjoy yourself?