I don’t know.
But I don’t buy the Aspen sheriff’s on-scene determination of No Foul Play.
There are, in the words of widow Anita, “Too many unanswered questions.”
Of course Anita is biased. As, unabashedly, am I.
The allegedly deceased is our Hero.
What I admire most about Dr. Thompson is his deliberately risky & good – deleriously good – message to the Youth:
Bet smartly on yourself. When you lose — bet again.
Bet until you Win.
Perhaps taking his own life was a smart bet on himself. A bullet in one’s own brain is an act of ultimate surety. And not wildly out of character for the dude who scribbled Kill the Head & the Body Will Die in his notebook, a quarter-century earlier, for reasons he couldn’t – or simply did not care to – recall.
Is winning just another word for nothing left to lose?
Suicide for Hunter may genuinely have been the act of a man who sought the Ultimate High. Or else – long years after his drug tolerance had outgrown every available buzz – he splatted his brains like electric Silly Putty across the rug just to get high at all. Why not? Cheap thrills!
The act of a daredevil?
Maybe.
On a different day maybe.
On a different day I may be proud of him for it. Cheap thrills? Why not!
But not that day. Not right that second.
Fuck nope.
Something about it ain’t right.
Many theorize that the Good Doctor was done in by the Government because he’d set out to prove that 911 was an inside job.
Not so.
911?
The government didn’t do it.
The slumlords did.
And Hunter S. Thompson learned decades ago that slumlords make lousy enemies.
Like my personal Lighthouse that I could see from anywhere in the world – no matter where I was, or how weird & crazy & dangerous it got, everything would be okay if I could just make it Home.
>>HST
Hunter Thompson — who once dedicated a novel To Richard Millhouse Nixon: who never let me down. — loved his enemies; loved how his enemies made him feel about himself. Hunter S. Thompson’s enemies made him feel right. The more wrong they were the more right he felt. But only up to a point.
Right up to the point where they evicted him from his home. That was too wrong; too wrong to go home & get paid to write about.
Landlords — especially the kind who blow up World Trade Centers for money — are unworthy enemies.
Look: Hunter S. Thompson said Richard Nixon fucks pigs. Did he have proof? No. He needed none; as per the central thrust of Gonzo Journalism, to wit:
You can’t always find 2 Reliable Sources to verify what you know is true.
Thus his claim – that Richard Nixon was a pig fucker – needn’t be backed up with the Facts.
Why reiterate the obvious?
It would serve only to insult his reader’s intelligence. Like if the New York Times ran a headline that read:
BUSH LIES!!
Well No Shit Sherlocks.
What – did ya all of the sudden hire some actual reporters to work there?
Fat chance.
This headline would be more like it:
NEWSPAPER GROWS BALLS: RUNS ‘BUSH LIES’ HEADLINE!
Now that is news.
The front-page story, were there one, would detail the mechanism – congressional subpoenas perhaps — by which the newspaper was forced to report facts long known true by the vast bulk of Earth’s inhabitants.
George W. Bush does not fuck pigs.
Richard Nixon was a crook & a cheap gin shot & I despised everything he stood for — but if he were running for president this year against the evil Bush-Cheney gang, I would happily vote for him; and he would Win.
>>HST November 2004
The truth is uglier.
Bush’s inner circle has a thing for homosexual prostitutes. Not a Sin, not in my book — but nevertheless an infamously caught red-handed Fact. Less known, but no less factual, is Hunter S. Thompson’s work — at the time of his death — on a piece which, if completed, would thread the Gay Hooker Connection to the Republican party in detail all the way back to the Nixon days.
Such an article would lead any respectable journalist inevitably to the blindingly too-obvious-to bother to prove conclusion, that — in accordance with his own much-touted Christian adherence — George W. Bush sucks a pig’s dick for jollies.
One is forced to admit his point: I don’t see anywhere in the bible that expressly forbids it.
The potentially resultant headlines seem likely cause enough to get a man “suicided” by his own Government — as Hunter S. Thompson famously predicted he would be.
This explains some things; sheds light on unanswered questions. Like: Why did the good Doctor choose to blow out his brains in the midst of an otherwise productive telephone conversation with his loving wife — while his son & daughter-in-law played with his beloved young grandson in the next room?
A classless & unconscionable amateur act; my hero would never do such a thing!
Unless he had a good reason.
Perhaps Thompson indeed fired the gun on himself. The proposition in no way rules out the Foul Play angle. Suppose he was forced by rouge players to forfeit his own life — or forfeit the lives of his family?
In that case his gruesome timing makes perfect sense — because it was so wrong — as a way to tip folks off to the inescapable fact that something about it weren’t right.
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