Like a present day Nietzsche and Socratic Gadfly, with a Kierkegaardian aura to his pestering, Hitchens continues to pester the good religious people of this world. And I cannot thank him enough. All of his arguments about the major religions being petty fossilized tyrants, leftover meddlesome dinosaurs, have the stamp of authenticity about them. There is nothing great, Hitchens insists, about the great religions of the world, and their abysmal history serves as the illustration. They came to us at a time when we were lacking in knowledge: of science, evolution, psychology, and sociology. We should put them to bed, and refresh ourselves in new perspectives. He is ornery, and a nasty drunk, as anyone who has seen him guzzling and brawling on C-span author's forum can attest to. But he is always himself, never apologetic, and somehow is pleasant, most pleasant. to behold, and to listen to. His book is his contribution to the culture wars, and their self-contradiction.