Farewell to the Good Doctor

On Sunday, Dr Hunter S Thompson shot and killed himself.

I woke up to this news in the morning. It made me seriously consider just going right back to sleep for the day. What good could come on the same day as such evil news?

I won't bother to list his works here, as those who don't know them can find them well elsewhere.

Hunter S Thompson's favorite subject matter was the Death of the American Dream, yet he was proof like no other that there was still a kick of life left in it, for those willing to look. His life was, to quote his most famous work, "a classic affirmation of everything right and true and decent in the national culture. It was a gross, physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country."

America needed him. We still do. Thompson was a true patriot. He lived for freedom, and admonished those who used it as a mere buzz word. If the American dream is truly dead, it only died this Sunday.

there is no way to say how much this sucks for his readers and his country.

I wonder why he pulled the trigger. Is it because in a single moment of clarity, he grasped just how fucked up this day in age is? A witless president, a government cornered on all sides by fascist pigfuckers, and peace on earth a shadow of a dead dream?

well, 2005 just got a great deal fucking worse.

so passes the last of my favorite authors, none of which now live.

To quote the Good Doctor one last time:

"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."

RIP Hunter S. Thompson 1937-2005

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