Sunday, February 20, 2005

Hunter S. Thompson: Death By Double Barrel

Hunter S. Thompson, a man whose heart was as big as his liver is no more after a successful suicide (Hat Tip Drudge) in his Fortified Woody Creek, Colorado Compound. He went out with both barrels blazing no doubt, scaring away his famed peacocks from absconding with his always plentiful stash of inebriants and hallucinogens, and who would have expected anything less from the Father of Gonzo journalism.

Hunter was "completely insane" as ESPN's Bill Simmons was fond of saying and he had to be to
produce the quality of literary incantations that issued forth over the years: Hells Angels, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, The Great Shark Hunt, Generation of Swine, Songs of the Doomed, Better Than Sex, and other less luminary lights.

He seemed however in recent times to be a man outside of his element, lost in the footholds of a more radical past, as the country he loved,
embraced a more conservative path.

His books now will become bigger cult items and there's sure to be one or two movies made about his larger than life persona. Hopefully better than the past movies made about his larger than life persona.

When the going gets weird, the weird has now turned dead and we are all the less for it.

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