Richard Dawkins fearlessly derides a weak, sick old man, not to mention gutsily taking on the followers of a religion that commands them to love their enemies. Moving from that act of courage, he also attacks a tiny global religious minority (who will no doubt pull the hidden levers of InJewCon to destroy him) for their idiotic devotion to the God of the Old Testament.
Then, with supreme courage, he bravely faces the specter of Islam and its long and bloody history, fixes it squarely in his steely gaze, and declares, “Well, um, the God of the Koran I don’t know so much about.”
At least Hitchens had the raw physical courage to confront Islam with the same venom he reserved for Christianity and Judaism. Dawkins, however, is best celebrated in song this way: