Hunter S. Thompson 1937–2005
We'll probably never know why he committed suicide, whether he found out about a terminal disease or if he simply took too many drugs or if it was "the bats." Nevertheless, it's unfortunate and yet strangely appropriate that he has gone the way he did.
Moment of silence for one of my favorites, Hunter S. Thompson.
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One more blow in this two thousandth-and-fifth foul year of our lord.
I first thought that this must be a feather in the cap for the smirkish George the Democratist. But that's impossible! He doesn't know. He's only a meat puppet, construed from the sinew by cleaver butchers who are themselves descendants of fatter, smarter butchers who were generals in the axis that Hunter first went to war with. It's tragic that he couldn't ride the strange torpedo all the way out. Or maybe
he did. Maybe the old sod just slipped while cleaning the Luger. Or maybe he finally went the toxic distance. Or... maybe it finally got weird enough for him.
Whichever way I so hate that his happened.
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