Minuscule, even. Flea-sized. How else am I to interpret Dinesh D’Souza’s challenge that he should pick on someone his own size, meaning D’Souza? I’ve heard D’Souza. He’s a babbling pipsqueak. But now he thinks he is a worthy opponent to confront Hitchens, because all the pastors that Hitchens knocks aside as if wielding the jawbone of an ass are such weak and timid little flowers.
Besides, Hitchens is tough and mean. Pastors are inhbited because of their position. They can’t respond in kind. So Hitchens can call them names but they can’t call him names because they have to show Christian forbearance.
Weird. Check out the Reverend Phelps sometime, or look back at the arrogance and slander of Falwell or Dobson or Robertson. I hate to defend Christians, but good grief…Martin Luther King? William Jennings Bryan? John Brown? Jonathan Edwards? I don’t think we should automatically assume we can simply blame wilting Christian forbearance for their failures before the rhetorical onslaught of Hitchens (or Dawkins or any of the other Furies of Atheism, for that matter), since we know at least some are capable of throwing thunderbolts from the pulpit. Rather, we should find fault with their pathetic arguments, and experience shows that D’Souza is capable of waving around a pathetic argument with all the self-confidence of a clown armed with a bladder on a stick.
Despite his pompous bragging about how he’d be a worthy opponent, I don’t think I’d be that interested in seeing Bambi meet Godzilla again.