Please pardon my rant here but the man meant so much to me.
Art is long, Life is short J. Conrad
Today is Presidents Day. The banks are closed, the courtrooms are silent, the U.S. mail is idle, and Hunter Thompson is dead. I heard the news on CNN while making coffee. A few moments later my friend Eric called to see if Id heard. This was a several hours ago and Im still struggling with the news.
Of course Ive contemplated Hunters death many times before. Anyone who lives life with his kind of horsepower has no doubt cheated death many, many times. I guess I just always imagined him dying in a fiery Jeep crash on a snowy mountain road or going quietly in the night like so many do. No good reason, really. Things just stop and dont start again and to everyones surprise, yourself especially, youre dead.
But Hunter Thompson shot himself yesterday and we are all poorer for it. Thompson was, for me, one of those rare writers who gets inside your eyes and forever changes the way you see the world. For the next few days the obituaries and tributes will be full of talk about his drug use, his love of guns, his subjectivity. These are but a fraction of what made Hunter great, for beneath all the exotic drugs, fast cars, explosives, and automatic weapons was a man of finely tuned sensitivity and a powerful sense of justice.
He brought overwhelming force to bear on what he felt was Wrong and wrote eloquently about what he thought was Right. He cared. He was sarcastic without being cynical. He was an angry optimist. He didnt shy from the dark and violent side of the American character and understood that it was an essential and unchangeable part of our make up, but that we werent damned for it.
Blake professed that it was the tension between two opposite forces that created the force that sustained life. Ill buy that. I think Hunter bought that, at least for a while. I dont know why people kill themselves or what were supposed to do with that. I really dont. But the world I see will continue to be influenced by Hunters vision. He looked at it, and wrote about it, with the right kind of eyes.
I know Hunter had suffered from various physical ailments recently, but wouldn't be surprised if the mental torment of witnessing America move farther and farther to the right, transforming into Greedheads, Inc. contributed to his decision to commit suicide. So raise the glasses high tonight and join me in a toast to the good doctor.
Selah, Mahalo, Amen.