A day that will live in infamy

I am saddened to read that Hunter S. Thompson has committed suicide.

He was a true inspiration and a comic genius. I have never read a book as funny as Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and have never read political commentary as wickedly vicious as the several tomes he put out over the last 20 years.

I visited his local haunt, the Woody Creek Tavern, when driving through Aspen once. I wish I had met him. My radical instincts might be obscured by my revulsion to the modern Democratic party, but they are still there. And I owe them to Hunter. Rest in peace, Doc.

UPDATE: Christopher Hitchens has a piece worth reading.

... and an even better piece at the Washington Post. HT: El Jefe.

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