These are just things I write, okay? Sometimes they're profound insights
or funny stories and I'm really proud of them. Other times it's mindless
rhetoric that I've since completely changed my mind about and am ashamed
of. But most of the time it's just words.
Today's Fun
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Memorial
Hunter S. Thompson is dead. Because the country needs him now more than ever, this loss will probably be largely unnoticed in many circles. What is one wild, freakish journalist amid the sea of conservatism and "moral" values in which we now flounder? Hunter S. Thompson, that's what. There were none others like him, although many have tried (intentionally or subconsciously) to imitate him. He was the foundation of the journalism of involvement, the antithesis of the detachment so common in the name of objectivism.
Hunter S. Thompson shot himself in the head. No reason why has been made public yet. It's hard not to wonder whether or not he left a suicide note. Would a writer who has shared as many deeply personal feelings, delusions, insights, hallucinations, and terrors as Hunter S. Thompson want to write even one more word once he'd decided to go? I have a feeling that if he'd started to write such a note it would have turned into a rambling affair he kept at for months until it was eventually published as another book and he was too tired out to pull the trigger.
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