After eight nights in the Caribbean and nearly getting groped by a monkey in St. Kitts (see picture), we arrived home today to the depressing but not unexpected news that Christopher Hitchens has died of esophageal cancer. Hitch's death happens to coincide with a burr being placed under my saddle by my god-fearing in-laws, who tend to use the word "hopeless" in close proximity to the word "atheism." Hitch's death provides an appropriate opportunity to address this, and I hope to do so tonight.