http://www.kansascity.com/mld/kansascity/news/world/10951488.htm?1c

:(

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

i jsut read that, wow that is shitty

i was just talking about him earlier today.

this blows my mind....i never was really hurt by hearing or reading about anyones death, but this really sucks !

ASPEN, Colo. - Hunter S. Thompson, the acerbic counterculture writer who popularized a new form of fictional journalism in books like "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas," fatally shot himself Sunday night at his home, his son said. He was 67.

"Hunter prized his privacy and we ask that his friends and admirers respect that privacy as well as that of his family," Juan Thompson said in a statement released to the Aspen Daily News.


Pitkin County Sheriff Bob Braudis, a personal friend of Thompson, confirmed the death to the News. Sheriff's officials did not return calls to The Associated Press late Sunday.


Juan Thompson found his father's body. Thompson's wife, Anita, was not home at the time.


Besides the 1972 drug-hazed classic about Thompson's time in Las Vegas, he is credited with pioneering New Journalism — or "gonzo journalism" — in which the writer made himself an essential component of the story.


An acute observer of the decadence and depravity in American life, Thompson wrote such books as "Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail" in 1973 and the collections "Generation of Swine" and "Songs of the Doomed." His first ever novel, "The Rum Diary," written in 1959, was first published in 1998.


Other books include "Hell's Angels" and "The Proud Highway." His most recent effort was "Hey Rube: Blood Sport, the Bush Doctrine, and The Downward Spiral of Dumbness."

where the buffalo roam was so much better than fear and loathing......

fear and loathing...I fucking hate that movie

whiskey_weed_and_women said:

that's awesome

this is bat country!

"All energy flows according to the whims of the great magnet."

"There's a uhhh...big machine in the sky, some sort of...electric snake, coming right at us."

"Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a main era - -the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. And that, I think, was the handle - -that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting - -on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark - -the place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of "history" it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time - and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened."

"Look, there's two women fucking a polar bear."

"You better take care of me Lord, if you don't you're gonna have me on your hands."

he fucking shot himself!!! damn!! wonder why??

i didn't write this but i def believe in every word this person wrote !

for HST
The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. - Hunter S. Thompson
**

The Darkness invariably comes.
**

Author Hunter S. Thompson Kills Himself
CATHERINE TSAI, Associated Press Writer
DENVER - Hunter S. Thompson, the acerbic counterculture writer who popularized a new form of fictional journalism in books like "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas," fatally shot himself Sunday night at his Aspen-area home, his son said. He was 67.
**

Somehow that seems like an appropriate way for him to go. He was certainly not kind the grow old and wither away, and a death-midst-adventure would have been too contrived, and many would have wondered about the legitimacy of the tale anyhow. It does not seem right to use his words here, and mine are not nearly enough, so I turn to Bukowski, like I have many times before in search of hope, redemption and some measure of understanding.
**

what they want (Charles Bukowski, from Love is a Dog From Hell)

Vallejo writing about
loneliness while starving to
death;
Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a
whore;
Rimbaud running off to Africa
to look for gold and finding
an incurable case of syphilis;
Beethoven gone deaf;
Pound dragged through the streets
in a cage;
Chatterton taking rat poison;
Hemingway’s brains dropping into
the orange juice;
Pascal cutting his wrists
in the bathtub;
Artaud locked up with the mad;
Dostoevsky stood up against a wall;
Crane jumping into a boat propeller;
Lorca shot in the road by Spanish
troops;
Berryman jumping off a bridge;
Burroughs shooting his wife;
Mailer knifing his.
- that’s what they want:
a God damned show
a lit billboard
in the middle of hell.
that’s what they want,
that bunch of
dull
inarticulate
safe
dreary
admirers of
carnivals.
**
And that is what we want, and that’s why we love HST’s work, and legend and life. For he lived a life we dared not. Like his death, his life was on his own terms.
**

cause and effect – Bukowski.
the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them
**

the rev and i heard this on npr on our way home this morning...fear & loathing = suck

fear & loathing was the worst movie ever..

MyDeadDoll said:

according to my sources he was being chased by zombies, after miles of pursuit, the zombies finally treed him. he had no choice.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7005168/?GT1=6190

Suicide = the only way to go.

fear and loathing =one of the best movies ever. You have to be a certain type of personality to get it.

AUTOPSY_666 said:

do us a favor.

fear and loathing was funny as hell! he may as well have shot himself...i wonder if it was an accident though.

fear and loathing was great. one of my favorite books and movies. he probably wasn't interested in living anymore, or maybe he was on drugs when he made the decision. whatever it was, it was most likely on his terms, like the article said.

boobtoucher said:

That makes more sense in my thinking of the kind of person HST seemes to be... That he made a drunken mistake while handling one of his guns, he was a gun afficiando

he shot his assistant accidentally while chasing a bear off his property, so his death may have been an accident. i hope it wasn't though.

Cool and crazy to the end, the man died on his own terms... not a sad day at all.

Well, it sucks that he's dead. Kingdom of Fear is one of the best, funniest and most intelligent things I have ever read, and now the world is without his wit and sense of humor

i agree with mr. ravage. it sucks that thompson isn't around anymore, but there was no other way for him to die. it makes more sense than a random car accident or cancer.

dreadkill said:

definitely a more fitting way for him to die

Ohhh god did you eat all this acid..........thats right! MUSIC!

"PLEASE! tell me about the fucking golf shoes!"

Shit...we should get some of that....eat a bag handful..see what happens.

the_reverend said:

have you ever even bothered to read any of his works or are you just basing your opinion on the movie.

also i gotta agree you have to have the right mindset about that movie if not you'll never understand anything going on !

"Did you see what God just did to us?"

I wonder if they'll kill off Duke in Doonesbury.

Josh_Martin said:

Bush already rounded him up for reprograming !

powerkok said:
Exactly, and I for one loved that movie.

whiskey_weed_and_women said:

that's the problem, nothing in the movie actually did go on... it was just lame after lame after lame.

indeed, but it was gab at his critics who said he couldnt write fiction. so at first he sold it as non fiction ! see you're missing the point of working the system to do what you really wanna do.

anal fuck fest?
thrill olympics?

"The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side."

'Gonzo' Godfather Hunter S. Thompson Kills Himself
By Kevin Krolicki | February 21, 2005

LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - Hunter S. Thompson, a renegade journalist whose "gonzo" style threw out any pretense at objectivity and established the hard-living writer as a counter-culture icon, fatally shot himself at his Colorado home on Sunday night, police said. He was 67.

Thompson's son, Juan, released a statement saying he had found his father dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head at the writer's Owl Creek farm near Aspen.

Thompson, famed for such adrenaline-packed narratives as "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas," turned his drug and alcohol-fueled clashes with authority into a central theme of his work, challenging the quieter norms of established journalism in the process.

He also cultivated an aura of recklessness, starting with the blurb on his book "Hell's Angels," in which he called himself "an avid reader, a relentless drinker and a fine hand with a .44 Magnum."

A longtime gun enthusiast, Thompson had a shooting range on his property.

"Hunter prized his privacy and we ask that his friends and admirers respect that privacy as well as that of his family," said the statement released on behalf of Juan and Thompson's wife, Anita.

By his heyday in the 1970s, Thompson had distilled his style of invective-laced, outlaw journalism into a slogan: "When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro."

"Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas," adapted from a two-part article written for Rolling Stone magazine in late 1971, chronicled Thompson's drug-fueled misadventures in Las Vegas while ostensibly covering a motorcycle race in the desert.

'WRITER OF SIGNIFICANCE'

The book established Hunter as a cult celebrity and became the basis for a 1998 Hollywood adaptation, starring Johnny Depp as Thompson's alter-ego, Raoul Duke.

Thompson's refracted coverage of the Super Bowl and the 1972 presidential race also inspired the 1980 movie "Where the Buffalo Roam," with Bill Murray as the self-proclaimed doctor of gonzo journalism.

He was also caricatured as "Uncle Duke" in the comic strip Doonesbury, right down to his signature aviator glasses and cigarette holder.

Although Thompson's later work got mixed reviews, critics credited him with pioneering a style of invective-laced and hyperbolic political commentary that was uniquely American.

A 1994 essay in Rolling Stone written as an obituary for former President Richard Nixon was typical. At a time when many commentators offered a more generous re-assessment of Nixon's legacy, Thompson called him "a liar, a quitter and a bastard. A cheap crook and a merciless war criminal."

"I think Thompson has remained a writer of significance, because, essentially a satirist, he has displayed an utter contempt for power -- political power, financial power, even showbiz juice," novelist Paul Theroux wrote in 2003.

Raised in a middle-class family in Louisville, Kentucky, Thompson's father died when he was 14, and by 18 he had been jailed for his part in a robbery.

After a stint in the Air Force working as a sports editor, he became a foreign correspondent for the New York Herald Tribune in Puerto Rico.

In 1965, Thompson broke through with an article about the Hell's Angels that he turned into a critically hailed book.

It was his association with Rolling Stone that turned both into literary icons -- even though Thompson initially considered the upstart San Francisco-based magazine "a bunch of faggots and hippies."

go read the Proud Highway !

Hmmm another thread I missed cause of my computer.

I read a lot about his death. He took his own life on purpose. He talked a lot with his friends over the previous month about how "his time was coming" and everything. He was planning on taking his own life. He had already lived longer than he (or anyone else) had expected to, and he thought that if there is any kind of god or anything like that, he wasn't gonna let some big guy in the sky choose the way he went.

Fear and Loathing is great, and if you read this quote and still don't think he's a good writer, I'm at a loss:

"Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a main era - -the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. And that, I think, was the handle - -that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting - -on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark - -the place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of "history" it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time - and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened."