Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Feb. 21st, 2005 12:00 amHunter S. Thompson. Fuck.
Can we just, like, have a reset button for this year? Please?
Also, is it bad to hope that he at least left us one acerbic, scathing suicide note?
Can we just, like, have a reset button for this year? Please?
Also, is it bad to hope that he at least left us one acerbic, scathing suicide note?
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Date: 2005-02-21 05:11 am (UTC)The man could articulate a mammalian howl of wounded humanity, without being shrill. If anyone is entitled to such a note, it would be him.
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Date: 2005-02-21 05:27 am (UTC)The repeated barrage of good people getting sick and dying horribly? Not so much.
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Date: 2005-02-21 05:34 am (UTC)Calgon, take me away...or Jesus, whatever.
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Date: 2005-02-21 03:20 pm (UTC)You can't hold such an insightful and perceptive mirror up to American society and then not end up wanting to die, eventually. I think people like the Doctor decide when they come and go. It's wretched for his family and friends and people like us, but in a way I'm glad that he got to choose how to live and die.
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Date: 2005-02-21 11:17 pm (UTC)I didn't have rum, or bourbon, or whiskey in the house last night, but I did have a little glass of chocolate liqueur in a toast to the Doctor.
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Date: 2005-02-21 05:03 pm (UTC)A friend told me a few months ago of some crazy guy who would occasionally show up in Boulder, claim to be Hunter S. Thompson, and drag my friend around on all sorts of improbable adventures. I fear my friend's life is going to have fewer insane interruptions.
With Hunter gone, I think we all need to pick up a bit of the burden of grabbing "reality" by the tail, and twisting it hard.
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Date: 2005-02-21 11:21 pm (UTC)The crazy HST-impersonator ought to bump up the frequency of his adventures. Even if the real Hunter S. is gone, one can still honour the spirit of his life.
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Date: 2005-02-22 06:08 am (UTC)Yeah, I'm not sure it was a bad end. I suspect he had his reasons. Though I expected him to last as long as William S. Burroughs.
Now what's going to happen to Uncle Duke in Doonesbury?
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Date: 2005-02-23 01:51 am (UTC)I hope they don't kill him off. Also, Spider Jerusalem in Transmetropolitan...although I've never actually read it. I've been meaning to.
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Date: 2005-02-24 07:39 am (UTC)Or that he put up a white canvas behind him before he pulled the trigger, as a background for a Steadman painting. I wonder what Ralph is up to anyway?