Hunter S Thompson dead at 67

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I wish like hell he'd found a way to live. It is hard. It can't be taken for granted. Somehow, all those drugs and alcohol, the money and the treats, could not fill. I wish like hell he hadn't shot himself.

He'd been sidelined for years. Even fan's said his writing had suffered. I can't help but think if he'd been able to get away, leave the 'stuff' behind for a while, and yes, go outdoors and chop a few trees down with a HI khuk, he may have lasted longer. Works for me.

He had guts but wasn't a hero. He deserved better than he gave himself, I'm guessing.



munk
 
raghorn said:
Yep. Sad but not surprising.

Agreed...*I* could relate to him. We just lost a Brother to suicide...it's so sad to see the potential lost forever. :(

Smoke for both of them...hoping they find peace.
 
I trained and worked at the University of Nevada's Suicide Prevention/Crisis Call Center. So I'm kind of torn.

Too many teeny boppers pull that garbage. On the other hand I think that the Christian denominations that class suicide as mental illness to be judged by God and not the church finally woke up and smelled the coffee. About time.

For many, finally making up their mind do do it seems to let them have some peace and lets them seem able to tolerate it. ( That's because there is an end in sight for them. ) If you know someone who perks up after a long down spell - be wary.

With Thompson I suspect he didn't have enough people left whom he understood cared enough about him. Maybe he was right and maybe he was wrong. He must have been hurting and I'm in no position to judge. I've had to make judgements in child welfare cases and I hated it.

Then there are those in Uncle Bill's condition. I want him to stay with us, and I also want him to be pain free. God, my heart goes out to Yangdu. I hope she realizes that Bill understands and appreciates the love it takes her to go through what she's doing.

Thank you, munk, for bringing this up. It let me say something that ached to be let out. To scream at God to show up so I can punch him in the nose!
 
Nasty said:
Agreed...*I* could relate to him. We just lost a Brother to suicide...it's so sad to see the potential lost forever. :(

Smoke for both of them...hoping they find peace.

Sorry to hear about Thompson. Much more so for our Brother.

May they find peace.


Semp
 
Rusty, I almost did not bring it up because it was a little too close to us in HI. But I remembered your test- if it was personally important. I found my own conflicting emotions. Not that many of them- it has been years since Thompson was important to me. I figured he'd go a lot sooner. Like you, I'm in no position to judge, and no matter what my Christian friends and family say, if this is a sin it is a forgivable one.

But like a lot of you, there was a time in my life I had very little, and writers like Bukowski and Thompson made me feel I was not alone. Not alone in destruction.


munk
 
I did love Hunter Thompson from his books, especially Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, which was and is a masterpiece, and On The Campaign Trail '72, which is the best on-the-campaign book of the genre IMHO.
 
It really makes me sad. I read HST when I was 15, and I in part credit him for the way I am. Loving guns, politics music,...... I remember as a youngster reading where he said something about loving where he lived cause he could hear the peacocks yell and step out on his porch and shoot and that sounded really good to me.

You know he was almost 70 and a heavy smoker and I just wonder if he maybe he was ill or something. Hard to imagine him committing suicide but he was almost a Hemingway type dude so ....

Anyway here's something I found.


Hunter S. Thompson dead at 67
Troy Hooper/Aspen Daily News Staff Writer



Hunter S. Thompson, the acerbic counterculture writer who personified "gonzo journalism," died of a self-inflicted gunshot wound at his home in Woody Creek on Sunday night. He was 67.

Regarded as one of the most legendary writers of the 20th Century, Thompson is best known for the 1972 classic "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas." He is credited with pioneering gonzo journalism - a style of writing that breaks traditional rules of news reporting and is purposefully slanted.

Pitkin County Sheriff Bob Braudis, who is a close personal friend of Thompson, confirmed the death. Thompson's son, Juan, discovered his body on Sunday evening. Thompson's wife, Anita Thompson, 32, was not at home when the shooting occurred.

"On Feb. 20, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson took his life with a gunshot to the head at his fortified compound in Woody Creek, Colorado. The family will provide more information about memorial service and media contacts shortly. Hunter prized his privacy and we ask that his friends and admirers respect that privacy as well as that of his family," Juan and Anita Thompson said in a statement released to the Aspen Daily News. "He stomped terra."

A small group of friends and family members mourned the loss of Thompson at Owl Farm, where sheriff's deputies were investigating and processing the death.

"Details and interviews may be forthcoming when the family has had the time to recover from the trauma of the tragedy," Braudis said in a phone interview from Owl Farm, the rural Woody Creek home Thompson moved into in the 1960s.

Thompson grew up in Kentucky. He is survived by his wife, Anita Thompson of Woody Creek, son Juan of Denver, daughter-in-law Jennifer and grandson William.

"Hunter was not only a national treasure, but the conscience of this little village," said Gerry Goldstein, a prominent Aspen attorney who is a dear friend of the Thompson family. "He kept us all honest. It didn't matter who you were, whether you were his friend or someone he didn't even know. He didn't mind grading your paper. He was righteous. He was part of a literary nobility."

Pitkin County Commissioner Dorothea Farris, who moved to Carbondale in the late 1980s after living in Woody Creek, called Thompson a fine neighbor despite the fact it was common for her to hear gunfire from his property. As much as he was a defender of the First Amendment, he was also a champion of the Second Amendment. Firearms were abundant at Owl Farm, where he had his own shooting range.

"He was a good neighbor," Farris said. "He slept during the day and wrote at night. This is sad."

Thompson's larger-than-life persona was evident in his stories of drug-depraved adventures in books such as "Hell's Angels" and "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas," which was brought to life on the big screen by actor and friend Johnny Depp. He stayed in close contact with Depp and a number of world luminaries including actors Sean Penn and Jack Nicholson, presidential historian Douglas Brinkley and former Sen. George McGovern, whose presidential bid he chronicled in the book "Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72."

"We regarded him as our honorary national editor," said Dave Danforth, founder of the Aspen Daily News, where Thompson was a guest editor in the 1990s. "I did a paper on him in school. Any aspiring writer studied Hunter S. Thompson in both the pre- and post-gonzo eras."

Thompson was born in Louisville, Ky., on July 18, 1937. He joined the U.S. Air Force after high school in 1956, and was sports editor for a military newspaper in Florida when he received an honorable discharge about a year later. His work first became famous in the pages of Rolling Stone magazine. For the last several years, he wrote a sports column for ESPN.com.

His books include "The Proud Highway" and his most recent effort, "Hey Rube: Blood Sport, the Bush Doctrine, and The Downward Spiral of Dumbness."

 
One of the 'most legendary" writers of the 20th century? Well.....

Don't know about that.




munk
 
Funny my wife read his books, knew who he was.

I never heard of him, never read "Rolling Stones" mag, and never did drugs. Dropped out of college to enlist in '68.

People like him couldn't compare to Mr. Puller USMC.
 
sams said:
Funny my wife read his books, knew who he was.

I never heard of him, never read "Rolling Stones" mag, and never did drugs. Dropped out of college to enlist in '68.

People like him couldn't compare to Mr. Puller USMC.

God Bless Chesty Puller...
 
Here's a eulogy he did for Timothy Leary. I thought it also kind of described HST as well. I miss Leary too, but one thing about Timothy Leary that is difft. than Thompson.

Leary died of metastatic prostate cancer. While he talked about committing suicide, anyone who has ever read an account of his last days would have to admire how HARD he fought to stay alive. How despite being in severe pain that he held on and could even admire and laugh at the beauty of the world still. Maybe it was because the good doctor was more enamored of psychedelics than alcohol, or maybe just the bent of his personality.

I remember Patti Smith talking about Kurt Cobain and how she couldn't understand how that someone so full of life could take their own life after she watched her lifelong friend and person who did a lot of her album covers Robert Maplethorpe fight for every day to stay alive despite suffering from HIV.

Anyway here's the eulogy:

"I will miss Tim Leary - not for his wisdom or his beauty or his warped lust for combat or because of his wealth or his power or his drugs, but mainly because I won't hear his laughing voice on my midnight telephone anymore. Tim usually called around 2. It was his habit - one of many that we shared, and he knew I would be awake.

Tim and I kept the same hours. He believed, as I do, that "after midnight, all things are possible."

Just last week he called me on the phone at 2:30 in the morning and said he was moving to a ranch in Nicaraugua in a few days and would fax me the telephone number. Which he did. And I think he also faxed it to Dr. Kesey.

Indeed. There are many rooms in the mansion. And Tim was familiar with most of them. We will never know the range of his fiendish vision, or the many lives he was sucked into by his savage and unnatural passions.

We sometimes disagreed, but in the end we made our peace. Tim was a Chieftain. He Stomped on the Terra, and he left his elegant hoof prints on all our lives.

He is forgotten now but not gone. We will see him soon enough. Our tribe is now smaller by one. Our circle is one link shorter. And there is one more name on the honor roll of pure warriors who saw the great light and leapt for it."
 
I'm not going to gainsay Dillon Thomas (sic?) coming up the stairs to tell his wife he just drank 17 martini's and he wasn't even drunk- then dying of what the doc's called: "Alcoholic insult to the brain". We know that's how it is.
But we also know there are better roads.

In a way, these poets and writers do a diservice their public; get soused with me.

It is all part of the human experience. You can't make drunk poets sober. You can't make 16 year old kids who are throwing their lives away on drugs, as I did, sober. In the case of my nephew, they've locked him up in a ranch in Utah. He'll be there a year. That's a year living I wish I'd had when I was his age.

Thompson was good. But he wasn't Hemmingway or Steinbeck, at least one of whom also had bottle problems.

Thompson taught me not to have heros, because he sure wasn't one.

In the end, we do what we can. I won't say Thompson was wrong, but I sure as hell won't say he was right. ( to live as he did)

There are very few bad life choices that can't be turned aside by a day in the woods with a Khuk in your hands. You can quote me.

You know, life has its own momentum. If you are clear and sober and alive, you tend to stay that way. If you are polluted, you tend to stay that way.
I recall Bukowski bragging about still drinking at age 70- or whatever age he was. Then I look at his last books and they simply aren't as good as he was 20 years before.
Now someone will tell me Bukowski just ran out of things to say, it wasn't the bottle at all.
I think Hunter was running out too.
It's a subject without answer. James Agee said we pick the route of our own destruction- my words- his idea.
A beautiful rationalization for early demise, or incomplete accomplishment.

So God help them; God help us all. (For whom the Bell.... )

The one thing in common all the men I've mentioned in this post have is 'doing'. They emerged from a culture of doing. Today, there are very many young people who are absent to themselves and their family before they ever learned how to 'do'. That is not good news for our America.

I like Hunter, and won't rain on his death day parade, but I won't celebrate the rock he insisted upon carrying either.

munk
 
Somewhere deep in ours souls is a hole like the drainhole in the bathtub. Until we find something to act as a stopper or plug, all the things we pour into that tub; booze, drugs, sex/love. money, religion - all drain away leaving us empty.

For some the stopper is family, for others spirituality, yet others non-monetary philanthropy, for some finding a wilderness in which to listen, and yet others ( me ) seek refuge in baring our hearts to fellow travelers.

But when we do find that stopper, then we must begin bailing out the tub and giving it's contents to others, and watering the seeds in the gardens of our souls. If we fail to do so, there's no room for more life to flow into us and we stagnate and dry up.

It's not easy and it doesn't give instant gratification. But every now and then we can stop for a moment and see some evidence of out labor.

( Uhh - if any of this makes sense to you - please explain it to me. :confused: ;) :p :D )
 
I like that a lot, Rusty.
These things we use, change.
There isn't one project or technique, event or activity. If an engaging thing wanes, you must continue to explore.

Those aforementioned writers knew that.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I just came back from shooting a AK-47 with the 74 muzzle brake. Man, that was fun. I forgot how much fun. I do want the SKS this summer. I sat on a hillside in tall, brown grass, the dormint stage until Spring. I had a cheap Chinese baking tin set on a rock outcrop. Looks like the rifle pulls to the left. I'll have to dig up the sight adjustment tool.

It also has inspired me to clean the gun room.

munk
 
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