Woke up and logged on to learn that Hunter S. Thompson has killed himself. The epigraph to Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is from Dr. Johnson: "He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man." And when 'becoming animal' no longer works, what then?
I know Hunter had suffered from various physical ailments recently, but wouldn't be surprised if the mental torment of witnessing America move farther and farther to the right, transforming into Greedheads, Inc. contributed to his decision to commit suicide. His last book, was Hey Rube: Blood Sport, the Bush Doctrine, and The Downward Spiral of Dumbness, which seems to encapsulate our current cultural moment quite nicely.
So, this evening, let's raise a toast to the good Doctor and his Gonzo legacy...
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"There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die."
even we beasts will miss old hunter.
wally.
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