Hunter S. Thompson commits Suicide.


##Part 1 of many probably.
Of all of the horrible headlines, of all of the atrocities happening constantly that I read on a DAILY basis, this is the worst.

My hero. Gone. Just like That.

What the fuck do I even begin to say here?
He's impacted my life so profoundly that I don't even know where to go, and it's like 2 hours into the news of knowing. I am utterly speechless.

If it helps, this is what I managed to write on someone else's blog:

I know you won't be able to read the email I supplied to make this comment but, for the record, it's "HunterS@forpresident.com"

In essence, he was my president. He has guided me far more than any "legitimate" political leader ever could. He has taught me about truth, justice, corruption, depravity, loneliness, love, and shit the list could go on forever.. Above all he taught me Freedom. Truly unbridled freedom. A man who never stopped TRULY living life for one moment, constantly expanding (more like utterly annihilating)the boundaries of thought and literature. Hunter will be missed. His guidance will have to come elsewhere, from the spirit he has instilled in all of those who have ever read and appreciated his work. His character seems so clear in my mind, I can almost see how he'd react to this news had he read it himself, though I'll hardly get into that here.
His life exists for all of us to view and appreciate. He is immortal. Appropriately, this may have been his final spoof to us all. He'll never die, and we're damn fools who deserve to be publically humiliated for thinking such ridiculous things.

RIP HST

Selah,
Mahalo,
Res Ipsa Loquitor.

Too much to handle. I don't know if I can sleep or move or what. More later.

!NUKE NUCLEAR NUKE!

Any time you throw that word into the world of news, it raises eyebrows. I think that's the only real reason we haven't used nukes since Nagasaki and Hiroshima. We figured, history will document this graphically enough. Shit, if we do it once this will resonate upon all globally concious humans for hundreds of years, several if we're lucky. I'm not even so sure Iran has the capability to build a nuclear weapon. Uranium enrichment facilities are dramatically different than weapons facilities, I should know: I have seven in my basement. The workers come and go, though my neighbors have started to become suspicious of the transport buses zooming in and out every morning. My plant DOT manager has informed me that an underground rail system should be installed, but quite frankly I don't have that kind of fucking money. Not in this weak economy. Not with that bloodthirsty Nazi stealing all of my hard earned cash. We're all businessmen, but not all of us understand the market so well. I suppose my income is decent, especially considering I am headlining an industry in which our products never really come to use. We get paid to just have those oversized radioactive soup cans around the office.
That has always been my dream and driving ambition: My name on the Most Wanted List; along those of serial rapists and madmen hell bent on world domination. Why not? I was never cut out for a 9 to 5 anyway.

Republican or Democrat, this is World War III.
Don't try to fool yourself or downplay the status: we're fucked.