Gonzo's Last Words
'No more games. No more bombs. No more walking. No more fun. No more swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No fun--for anybody. 67. You are getting greedy. Act your old age. Relax--this won't hurt.'
--the note writer Hunter S. Thompson left for his wife before taking his own life in February of 2005
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Paul Krugman as informal New York Times ombudsman:
"Memo to editors: If a candidate says something completely false, it’s not 'in dispute.' It’s not the case that 'Democrats say' they’re not advocating British-style socialized medicine; they aren’t."
(From Krugman's "Prostates and Prejudices" column, November 2, 2007)
Serious but sad, sullen, ironic and a tad scary. In other words, Hunter at his best. Too bad, because we need Hunter S. Thompson in this time of turmoil more than ever.
Here's hoping Jon Stewart can pick up where Hunter S. Thompson left off... minus the demons.
I found it mostly sad, Chris. And a reminder that the '60s era's extreme celebration of youth left many of its practitioners at a psychic loss for coping with the natural process of aging.
Yes, I can certainly see why - and I agree with your observations. But I like to focus on the positives in this case (few and far between, it seems) - and it gives me another well-appreciated slant on the paper I am writing about Hunter and this subject (Hunter at his best ...and Hunter at his worst). Thanks for keeping it interesting, John.
Chris, I certainly hope you share that paper with us at the appropriate time. I don't pretend to know a whole lot about HST, as I've never been among his many fans. I was always put off by his underlying violent imagery, which I found to be a kind of counter-thuggery. We know now that it sprung more from his emotional turbulence than anything.
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