Science fiction fandom button makers everywhere would have made fewer sales had Hunter S. Thompson never written the immortal words, “When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.” I am so sad that this brilliant writer took his own life. It seems right that he chose the firearm as his method of self-disposal, but what terrible times we live in that such a great man and tenacious fighter would just give up.
I suppose his last book Hey Rube: Blood Sport, the Bush Doctrine, and the Downward Spiral of Dumbness a.k.a. Modern History from the Sports Desk was more than just his usual critique of a judgemental world of inadequate integrity. I guess it was a suicide note of sorts. I want to say something more about this, but I find myself at an uncharacteristic loss for words, just groping for something to make this tragedy okay. I believe in the right of the individual to take his own life, but for Hunter S. Thompson to have wanted to do so is a tragedy.
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