Fear and loathing

According to Wiki Hunter S. Thompson’s suicide note reads:

“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.”

Considering that “the true voice of Thompson is revealed to be that of American moralist … one who often makes himself ugly to expose the ugliness he sees around him” it’s no bloody wonder he topped himself.

He badly needed some cognitive dissonance on top of his satire. And some perspective, which didn’t arrive with the birth of his son.

To see the absurd as clearly as he did you would think this might allow him to shrug off any sense of injustice as an artefact of human subjectivity.

But no he was clearly lost in the mire of conspiracy theories and injustice, unconstrained by his love. The pain of those that cannot trust nor change the world as they see it.

Hunter’s son wrote a blog entry on his father which can be found at http://totallygonzo.proboards.com/thread/19/father-outlaw-juan-thompson

Even here one senses that the great journalist was adored not as a person but as a famous person. The price of living in a large winner-takes-all society.

Despite all this I would say that there is nothing better than the early satire of Hunter S. Thompson. It’s just a shame that it lead him straight down the drain hole.