It’s a sad day: Hunter S. Thompson killed himself.
These successive MetaFilter comments sum up the emotional response better than I could:
With Cash, and now Thompson, gone — what’s the fucking point of being an American?
The list of living people I admire is growing smaller and smaller.
I don’t usually say, out loud, “Oh my God!”, but I did when I saw this. This is very, very sad.
Holy fucking fuck.
“And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—the place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.”
He’ll be missed.
UPDATE: More here and here. And from the 400+ comments of the MeFi thread:
“Hunter Thompson was Deep Throat!”
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