[Mb-civic] Hunter's last article

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Re:  Hunter's last article



Haase wrote:

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oddly truthfully non sarcastically
i thought hunter thompson had committed suicide
decades ago
literally
strange
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Funny, everyone has something that is strange, odd, horrible, fascinating,
etc to them.

What is funny to me is as that I am exiting this planet, I suddenly realize
I am psychic (no, not psycho, you need a rifle for that I think...), and
wonder why it took so long to understand it, and why I never got a major
chance to use it (what does one use such a thing for anyway...).

Three days before Ian put up the post about Baker playing the reunion shows
at Albert Hall, I was laying semi-awake in my bed and came up, for some odd
reason, with an idea for an odd joke? (you know how us silly people think)
post that "Cream had been reunited, and Baker would play drums with them at
a reunion tour".

Three days later, Ian put up the post about the Cream reunion here on Civic.
Odd, eh...

Last night, as my truck ran out of gas, again, and I was able to coast it
downhill back into my front yard, a few minutes earlier as I was trying to
get back home, I was looking over everything I can not do, like simply feed
starving pets, pay bills, keep utilities on, etc, and found myself speaking
aloud as I slowly cruised down main street here "I think I'll just go to my
back yard and blow my brains out with a gun..."

I made it back here, laid down in bed to try to reaffirm my strength, turned
on my little battery powered handheld radio, tuned it to NPR, and the BBC
hour or something was on and they said "Hunter Thompson etc etc etc, dead at
age etc, blew his head off with a gun tonight, Sunday..."

I decided since I have about 4 days or so before they again turn my internet
access off that I would put that notice up on Civic, turned on the puter,
but Barb had already beaten me to it.

Hunter Thompson, a rebel of journalism amid starched shirts and mid-flight
betting pools.  A genius.  A man in the right place at the right time, full
of booze and drugs or not, it was his time to revel in his talents and wage
his own form of warfare against the madness, corruption and hypocrisy.

What made him do it...  I don't know, I haven't read any stories about that
part of the details yet.  All I know is that I decided to get a gun and blow
my head off in my backyard last night, but coasted here, lay down in bed,
and realizing I didn't have enough cash for a gun or bullets, turned on the
radio and listened to them tick off the details about Hunter.

I then thought about the correlation between me thinking it, and him doing
it, probably at the exact moment I thought it.  I no longer dismiss events
as accidental, haphazard, incidental or pure coincidence.  I got over that
rather some time ago out of sheer necessity for dealing with realism rather
than illusions, delusions and hypotheticals.

I found it odd and strange that someone like Hunter would have just gone and
done what he did.  Perhaps he had an illness that would not go away.
Perhaps he was being irreparably blackmailed or something, I don't know.  I
doubt if he was living in poverty.  A good thing he was famous or he would
have never had made the BBC hour on NPR.  Whatever the reason, a man of
value, gone too soon, my ineptness with words can neither do him justice,
nor bring him back.

If any of you ever finds my gravesite, most likely my ex-relatives will
continue to be too cheap to even put me a tombstone, if you win the lottery
and decide to put me one, please inscribe it with "I would have never made
it here so quickly without all the help from my friends and relatives..."

Hunter, you are, even as an angel floating in the sky, once again, saluted.
Would that people could live as long as their works they leave behind.  You
are missed.

Adios.




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