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

eugh

So this morning I woke up wondering exactly what it was that had hit me in the eyes, set fire to my face, and doused the rest of me in icewater. Certainly not one of the nastier ailments, I'd put myself in no danger thereof. If it were a flu, then its certainly one the like of which I've never had. I stumbled to my class like the village drunk in an early Irish novel. Which is odd, because it wasn't that either. I felt like killing something but lacked the strength to do so. I needed Advil, or perhaps even NyQuil (love that fuckin Q), but the pharmacy was so goddamn far away.


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So Scott Kurtz got into some shit with the fundamentalist fucktards for saying "Christ." Because, you know, its not like he's done nothing to make it clear that PVP isn't for them. Meanwhile, the Christian Right remains blissfully unaware of Miholland, Holkins, Jaques, Stevens, and just about the entire online community. In case you fuckheads are googlilng this shit, here goes:

Christ, Christ, Christ, Christ, Christiddy motherfucking Christ. gay marriage, hedonism, stem cell research, masturbation, fornication, double-penetration, evolution education, sodomy, blasphemy, heresy, FUCK YOU

And I'm spent