Hunter S Thompson Commits Suicide

#2
RIP Doc.
I would not be so sure that it was suicide. The man had a very unfortunate habit of playing around with loaded weapons while p*ssed and/or stoned, so there is a good chance that it was an accident. :roll:
He was very good writer, though. In one of the pieces in The Great Shark Hunt, he writes about coming through airport customs with a quantity of "pharmaceuticals" hidden on him. It was all going swimmingly, until he noticed that the bag was leaking, and that he had left a long trail of pills behind him leading up to the customs desk, and with one pill sitting on the toe of his trainer.. :D That probably sounds terrible to most of the users of this board, but it made me giggle. :D
 
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bernoulli said:
RIP Doc.
In one of the pieces in The Great Shark Hunt, he writes about coming through airport customs with a quantity of "pharmaceuticals" hidden on him. It was all going swimmingly, until he noticed that the bag was leaking, and that he had left a long trail of pills behind him leading up to the customs desk, and with one pill sitting on the toe of his trainer.. :D That probably sounds terrible to most of the users of this board, but it made me giggle. :D
From the same book, the piece comparing the relative merits of the .357 and .44 magnum revolvers is a classic, the .44 apparently being capable of bringing down a fleeing suspect at several hundred yards with an impact 'like a goddamned bazooka'.
 
#4
HST's "Eulogy" to Richard Nixon was a classic of venomous, vindictive prose. He believed that the most fitting send-off for Tricky Dicky was to be sealed in an iron coffin, and launched into one of LA's storm sewers during a flood. :D
 
#7
He was a great man. Superb writer, heroic drinker and drug abuser, all-round dangerous bast*rd. I discovered him when I was about 12 (Hells Angels) and in the intervening 36 years have read, I think, every single word he ever managed to get published in book form.

One of the most influential journalists of the late 20th century and a complete, rabid, snapping sociopath. He would have fitted right in with any bunch of squaddies on the lash (assuming he could have controlled his, er, pharmaceutical preferences).

It wouldn't surprise me if he'd decided to pull the pin himself - statistically, he should have died in 1970 sometime, so the last 35 years have been something of a bonus.

Doonesbury fans should check out Uncle Duke, who I suppose checks out on 20 February as well.
 
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bernoulli said:
HST's "Eulogy" to Richard Nixon was a classic of venomous, vindictive prose. He believed that the most fitting send-off for Tricky Dicky was to be sealed in an iron coffin, and launched into one of LA's storm sewers during a flood. :D
During Watergate.certain friends of HST wanted to get a sack of the biggest,foulest sewer rats they could find and throw them over the White House wall as a message to Nixon.HST stopped them.He had a deep understanding,almost an empathy with the dark nature of Nixon He said"Don't do it,Nixon will take it as a compliment"

I reckon this is more likely an ND than a suicide.He just loved to f*ck around with guns,explosives,flamethrowers,fireworks etc.He was not given to despair.
 
#10
I feel a quote is in order here. Please note, I was wrong about the iron coffin... :oops:

From Hunter Thompson' s essay on Nixon, published after his death in 1994.

If the right people had been in charge of Nixon's funeral, his casket would have been launched into one of those open-sewage canals that empty into the ocean just south of Los Angeles. He was a swine of a man and a jibbering dupe of a president. Nixon was so crooked that he needed servants to help him screw his pants on every morning. Even his funeral was illegal. He was queer in the deepest way. His body should have been burnt in a trash bin.

These are harsh words for a man only recently canonised by president Clinton and my old friend George McGovern-but I have written worse things about Nixon, many times, and the record will show that I kicked him repeatedly long before he went down. I beat him like a mad dog with mange every time I got a chance, and I am proud of it. He was scum.
Pure quality. I do love a really good hatchet-job. Come back Doc, your country needs you ... :D
 
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R I P Doctor Gonzo,Raoul Duke "A BRUTAL FIXER&THE LAST AMERICAN GOVERNOR OF SAMOA" and a lyrical genius.The Man who wrote "F*ck the Pope" on the hull of the Americas' Cup Championship Yacht so when it heeled over in the wind the message was displayed to the world's media.He also was so wasted that when he threw a huge elk heart over the wall of Jack Nicholson's Aspen Home and detonated a hiroshima-sized firework in the vicinity he had no memory of it until a massive hunt ensued for the murderous stalker.He also was nearly elected Sherriff of Aspen on a "Freak Power" ticket promising to "Sod the Streets" and introduce the bastinado for dishonest drug dealers.

In his late 50's he took up marathon running,grew a new liver and convinced the inhabitants of Hawaii that he was the new incarnation of the white god LONU whom they had murdered in the person of Captain James Cook

He will be sorely missed
 
#13
It is still sinking in that we have lost a man who was capable of placing a be-lipsticked pig's head in his oppo's toilet late at night, and then leaving the lid down... :D

 
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bernoulli said:
It is still sinking in that we have lost a man who was capable of placing a be-lipsticked pig's head in his oppo's toilet late at night, and then leaving the lid down... :D
I am choking up at the memory "THE CHILDREN WILL BE GETTING UP SOON" :twisted:
 
#15
"Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas" made me laugh until tears came to my eyes.

This "Doctor of Journalism," accompanied by his manic "300 lbs. Samoan attorney," stoned out of his gourd on alcohol and mescaline, and showing up at a convention of narcotics enforcement officers, declaring himself as the accredited correspondent from "Rolling Stone" magazine.
 
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Not_Whistlin_Dixie said:
"Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas" made me laugh until tears came to my eyes.

This "Doctor of Journalism," accompanied by his manic "300 lbs. Samoan attorney," stoned out of his gourd on alcohol and mescaline, and showing up at a convention of narcotics enforcement officers, declaring himself as the accredited correspondent from "Rolling Stone" magazine.
OSCAR ZETA ACOSTA-"The last of the Brown Buffalo"

Who among us has not wakened up in that cheap hotel room with the live wire attached to the metal bathtub? :lol:"WHISKY & IBOGAINE MADNESS !!!"
 
#18
He couldn't stand the pain...

Friends say Thompson was in pain from broken leg and wasn't one to 'die in a hospital'
February 21, 2005 11:27 PM EST

ASPEN, Colorado - While Hunter S. Thompson's suicide shocked many in his out-of-the-way neighborhood, one of his closest friends said the writer had been in a lot of pain after a broken leg and hip surgery.

"I wasn't surprised," said George Stranahan, a former owner of the Woody Creek Tavern, one of Thompson's favorite hangouts. "I never expected Hunter to die in a hospital bed with tubes coming out of him."

Thompson died in his home Sunday evening from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head, Pitkin County Coroner Dr. J. Steve Ayers said Monday.

Authorities refused to say whether a note was found. Thompson's body was found by his adult son, Juan, later Sunday evening.

Investigators recovered the weapon, a .45-caliber handgun.

Neighbors in Thompson's Woody Creek neighborhood said a broken leg had kept him from getting out as often as in the past, including to the tavern.

But Shep Harris, who now owns the tavern, said Thompson would sometimes slip in for a drink and a smoke if no one else was there.

Patrons normally are not allowed to light up because the tavern does not have a separate smoking area, but if Thompson were the only customer, he got a waiver.

"We called it the Hunter Rule," Harris said.

Mike Cleverly, a neighbor and longtime friend, spent Friday night watching a basketball game on TV with Thompson. He said Thompson was clearly hobbled by the broken leg. "Medically speaking, he's had a rotten year," he said.

But he added that "he's the last person in the world I would have expected to kill himself. I would have been less surprised if he had shot me."

Thompson was legendary for his love of firearms.

"He had a thing about guns," said Mary Eshbaugh Hayes, an acquaintance and a former editor of the Aspen Times. "I was always very worried he was going to shoot someone."

He did, at least once. In 2000, he accidentally slightly wounded his assistant trying to chase a bear off his property.

Hayes said she was present when a drunken Thompson fired three shots into a copy of one of his books and gave it to a friend, saying, "This is your autographed copy."

Despite the gunfire and the wild, drug-addled image he projected in his writing, Thompson was on good terms with the sheriff's department and was friends with Sheriff Bob Braudis and with DiSalvo, the sheriff's director of investigations.

"I would definitely call him a friend," DiSalvo said. "This was not the way I expected Hunter to die."
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