You may recall my post on Christopher Hitchens's hatred for copy editors. Hitch has redeemed himself, at least in this copy editor's eyes, with his latest diatribe, on Richard Nixon. In yesterday's column on Slate.com, "Caught on Tape," he admits that
the thought of the Nixon gang in the White House still infuses me with a pure and undiluted hatred and makes me consider throwing up things that I don't even remember having eaten.
Such a way with words, and so much hatred to share.