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R.i.p. Hunter S. Thompson
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» G__ replied on Mon Feb 21, 2005 @ 11:06pm |
 Coolness: 141340 | BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH
YOU ARE THE GAYEST MONSTER SINCE GAY CAME TO GAYTOWN |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» lakester replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 12:19am |
 Coolness: 59655 | Originally posted by DINOSAUR...
who the hell is hunter s thompson? a brilliant and twisted author/journalist. his most famous work was "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas". for those who are surprised about him shooting himself, like others said, he was a total gun nut. he owned tons of guns which he always kept loaded. big NRA member too. he accidentally shot an assistant a few years ago while trying to scare a bear of his property with a shotgun. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» nter replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 12:44am |
 Coolness: 92470 | also famous for "where the buffalo roam" another flick that was done based on his writings .. with bill murry |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» nter replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 12:47am |
| Coolness: 92470 | i retract my statment of him being famous for that though. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» nothingnopenope replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 1:18am |
 Coolness: 201200 | IIf you don't know who hunter s. thompson is, then sseriously, I have NO respect for you. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» nothingnopenope replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 1:20am |
| Coolness: 201200 | I drank a beer or three for that proud dissident |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PoiSoNeD_CaNdY replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 2:34am |
 Coolness: 91665 | RIP *tear* |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Morphine replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 8:56am |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» michaeldino replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 9:36am |
 Coolness: 68950 | Originally posted by SCOTTYP...
IIf you don't know who hunter s. thompson is, then sseriously, I have NO respect for you. wow that's the dumbest comment ive ever heard anyone make you want me to name hundreds of "famous" and great writers you've never heard of? i'm sure i can think of 5 off the top of my head |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Morphine replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 10:28am |
| Coolness: 50945 | heres the last article dr. thompson wrote for his Hey Rube column on [ espn.com ] it was published last week monday.
SHOTGUN GOLF WITH BILL MURRAY By Hunter S. Thompson Page 2 The death of professional hockey in AMERICA is a nasty omen for people with heavy investments in NHL teams. But to me, it meant little or nothing -- and that's why I called Bill Murray with an idea that would change both our lives forever. It was 3:30 on a dark Tuesday morning when I heard the phone ring on his personal line in New Jersey. "Good thinking," I said to myself as I fired up a thin Cohiba. "He's bound to be wide awake and crackling at this time of day, or at least I can leave a very excited message." My eerie hunch was right. The crazy bugger picked up on the fourth ring, and I felt my heart racing. "Hot damn!" I thought. "This is how empires are built." Late? I know not late. Genius round the world stands hand in hand, and one shock of recognition runs the whole circle round. Herman Melville said that in the winter of 1914, and Murray is keenly aware of it. Only a madman would call a legend of Bill Murray's stature at 3:33 a.m. for no good reason at all. It would be a career-ending move, and also profoundly rude. But my reason was better than good ... * * * * * BILL: "Hello?" HST: "Hi, Bill, it's Hunter." BILL: "Hi, Hunter." HST: "Are you ready for a powerful idea? I want to ask you about golf in Japan. I understand they're building vertical driving ranges on top of each other." BILL (sounding strangely alert): "Yes, they have them outdoors, under roofs ..." HST: "I've seen pictures. I thought they looked like bowling alleys stacked on top of each other." BILL: (Laughs.) HST: "I'm working on a profoundly goofy story here. It's wonderful. I've invented a new sport. It's called Shotgun Golf. We will rule the world with this thing." BILL: "Mmhmm." HST: "I've called you for some consulting advice on how to launch it. We've actually already launched it. Last spring, the Sheriff and I played a game outside in the yard here. He had my Ping Beryllium 9-iron, and I had his shotgun, and about 100 yards away, we had a linoleum green and a flag set up. He was pitching toward the green. And I was standing about 10 feet away from him, with the alley-sweeper. And my objective was to blow his ball off course, like a clay pigeon." BILL: (Laughs.) HST: "It didn't work at first. The birdshot I was using was too small. But double-aught buck finally worked for sure. And it was fun." BILL: (Chuckles.) HST: "OK, I didn't want to wake you up, but I knew you'd want to be in on the ground floor of this thing." BILL: (Silence.) HST: "Do you want to discuss this tomorrow?" BILL: "Sure." HST: "Excellent." BILL: "I think I might have a queer dream about it now, but ..." (Laughs.) HST: "This sport has a HUGE future. Golf in America will soon come to this." BILL: "It will bring a whole new meaning to the words 'Driving Range'." HST: "Especially when you stack them on top of each other. I've seen it in Japan." BILL: "They definitely have multi-level driving ranges. Yes." HST: (Laughs.) "How does that work? Do they have extremely high ceilings?" BILL: "No. The roof above your tee only projects out about 10 feet, and they have another range right above you. It's like they took the façade off a building. People would be hanging out of their offices." HST: "I see. It's like one of those original Hyatt Regency Hotels. Like an atrium. In the middle of the building you could jump straight down into the lobby?" BILL: "Exactly like that!" HST: "It's like people driving balls from one balcony to the next." BILL: (Laughs.) "Yes, they could." HST: "I could be on the eighth floor and you on the sixth? Or on the fifteenth. And we'd be driving across a lake." BILL: "They have flags out every 150 yards, every 200 yards, every 250 yards. It's just whether you are hitting it at ground level, or from five stories up." HST: "I want to find out more about this. This definitely has a future to it." BILL: "They have one here in the city -- down at Chelsea Pier." HST: "You must have played a lot of golf in Japan." BILL: "Not much; I just had one really great day of golf. I worked most of the time. But I did play one beautiful golf course. They have seasonal greens, two different types of grass. It's really beautiful." HST: "Well, I'm writing a column for [ ESPN.com ] and I want to know if you like my new golf idea. A two-man team." BILL: "Well, with all safety in mind, yes. Two-man team? Yeah! That sounds great. I think it would create a whole new look. It would create a whole new clothing line." HST: "Absolutely. You'll need a whole new wardrobe for this game." BILL: "Shooting glasses and everything." HST: "We'll obviously have to make a movie. This will mushroom or mutate -- either way -- into a real craze. And given the mood of this country, being that a lot of people in the mood to play golf are also in the mood to shoot something, I think it would take off like a gigantic fad." BILL: "I think the two-man team idea would be wonderful competition and is something the Ryder Cup would pick up on." HST: "I was talking with the Sheriff about it earlier. But in one-man competition, I'd have to compete against you, say, in both of the arts -- the shooting AND the golfing. But if you do the Ryder Cup, you'd have to have the clothing line first. I'm going to write about this for ESPN tonight. I'm naming you and the Sheriff as the founding consultants." BILL: "Sounds good." HST: "OK, I'll call you tomorrow. And by the way, I'll see if I can twist some arms and get you an Oscar. But I want a Nobel Prize in return." BILL: "Well, we can work together on this. This is definitely a team challenge." (Laughing.) HST: "OK. We'll talk tomorrow." BILL: "Good night." So there it is. Shotgun Golf will soon take America by storm. I see it as the first truly violent leisure sport. Millions will crave it. * * * * * Shotgun Golf was invented in the ominous summer of 2004 AD, right here at the Owl Farm in Woody Creek, Colo. The first game was played between me and Sheriff Bob Braudis, on the ancient Bomb & Shooting Range of the Woody Creek Rod & Gun Club. It was witnessed by many members and other invited guests, and filmed for historical purposes by Dr. Thompson on Super-Beta videotape. The game consists of one golfer, one shooter and a field judge. The purpose of the game is to shoot your opponent's high-flying golf ball out of the air with a finely-tuned 12-gauge shotgun, thus preventing him (your opponent) from lofting a 9-iron approach shot onto a distant "green" and making a "hole in one." Points are scored by blasting your opponent's shiny new Titleist out of the air and causing his shot to fail miserably. That earns you two points. But if you miss and your enemy holes out, he (or she) wins two points when his ball hits and stays on the green. And after that, you trade places and equipment, and move on to round 2. My patent is pending, and the train is leaving the station, and Murray is a Founding Consultant, along with the Sheriff, and Keith Richards, etc., etc. Invest now or forever hold your peace. * * * * * As for Bill's triumphant finish at Pebble Beach, I am almost insanely proud of him. He is an elegant athlete in the finest Murray tradition. Bill is a dangerous brute with the fastest reflexes in Hollywood, but he is suave, and that is why I trust him even more than I trust all his brothers. Yes, I say Hallelujah, praise Jesus. Where is Brian? I will need him for this golf project, if only to offset Bill's bitchiness. We will march on a road of bones. OK. Back to business. It was Bill Murray who taught me how to mortify your opponents in any sporting contest, honest or otherwise. He taught me my humiliating PGA fadeaway shot, which has earned me a lot of money ... after that, I taught him how to swim, and then I introduced him to the shooting arts, and now he wins everything he touches. Welcome to the future of America. Welcome to Shotgun Golf. So long and Mahalo. Hunter |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Mico replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 12:57pm |
 Coolness: 150435 | It's a damn shame. He was always an inspiration when it came to eccentric expresions, and free speech. He will be missed.
"'Two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cocaine and a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers. ...A quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.' For Thompson, and his fictionalised characters, it is as if the drugs acted as a filter through which to truly behold and comment on, some of the more outrageous truths about the world." |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Mico replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 4:45pm |
| Coolness: 150435 | Great article too. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Mico replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 5:43pm |
| Coolness: 150435 | And by the way, according to [ MSNnews.com ] he killed himself due to "feeling like a gimp, from past surgeries."
No disrespect intended. Here is the article I read that just may enlighten you a tad more about his final moments: Hunter S. Thompson dead in apparent suicide Last Updated Tue, 22 Feb 2005 13:23:45 EST CBC Arts ASPEN, COLO. - Hunter S. Thompson's apparent suicide shocked many of his neighbours, but one of his friends said the writer had been in a lot of pain from a broken leg and hip surgery. "I wasn't surprised," said George Stranahan, a former owner of the Woody Creek Tavern in Aspen, Colo., one of Thompson's favorite hangouts. "I never expected Hunter to die in a hospital bed with tubes coming out of him," he told the Associated Press on Monday. Another neighbour who knew Thompson, however, said he was surprised at the manner of his death. Thompson, 68, probably most famous for Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream (1971), is credited with pioneering "gonzo" journalism. The celebrated book is the fictionalized first-person account of a protagonist's drug-addled road trips with his "Samoan attorney" to cover a desert road race in Las Vegas. At their hotel, they stumble upon a police convention and mayhem ensues. In this highly subjective and over-the-top style – "We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold..." – the author and his opinions become essential parts of the narrative. Died from gunshot wound Thompson was found dead in his home Sunday night from a gunshot wound that appeared to be self-inflicted, the local Sheriff's Department said. Authorities refused to say whether a note was found but a family statement said Thompson had taken his own life. His adult son, Juan, found his body Sunday evening. Investigators recovered the weapon, a .45-calibre handgun. An autopsy was planned. Police said the investigation was continuing but declined to elaborate. Thompson first vaulted to fame with his non-fiction book Hell's Angels: The Strange and Terrible Saga of the Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs (1966) – after riding with the bikers for a year to gather material. Like method acting, sixties "New Journalism" as practiced by Thompson and the likes of Tom Wolfe, required the protagonist's full immersion in his subject. Chronicler of drug culture To portray the purported element of lunacy at the heart of America, Thompson appeared to be saying, it required the author to consume inordinate amount of illicit substances. In his car's trunk, according to the narrator of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: "Two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cocaine and a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers. ...A quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls." For Thompson, and his fictionalised characters, it is as if the drugs acted as a filter through which to truly behold and comment on, some of the more outrageous truths about the world. Wrote for Rolling Stone Thompson had a penchant for taking a story assignment and turning it on its head, outraging editors in the process, although they would often forgive him later when he responded with something much better than what they had originally envisioned. Many of his articles were written for Rolling Stone magazine, with whose editor Jann Wenner Thompson had legendary fights about expense accounts for stories that never materialized. Wenner on Monday mourned Thompson's death. "Today is a very sad day for Rolling Stone. Hunter is a part of our DNA," Wenner said. "I feel I've lost a brother in arms. He lived longer than any of us expected already." Thompson, whose other most successful work was Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail (1973) – about the 1972 presidential election campaign between Richard Nixon and George McGovern – cultivated his image of counterculture hard living to the end. Though he latterly lived in relative seclusion, from time to time, journalistic accounts would surface of lengthy, liquid interviews at his Rockies home, during which Thompson held forth on his fascination for guns and his contempt for American politicians. Equated Bush government with KKK A critic of Thompson's work once said he feared the author might someday lose his edge and "lapse into good taste." Judging by many of his comments, he rarely did. He once suggested former President Bush should be brutally stomped by voters. He called former Vice President Hubert Humphrey "a hopelessly dishonest old hack," compared the late Sen. Edmund Muskie of Maine to a "vicious 200-pound river rat" and frequently dismissed former President Clinton as a white-trash hillbilly. In his memoir, Kingdom of Fear (2003), he described the members of the current Bush administration: "They are the racists and hate mongers among us – they are the Ku Klux Klan." "He had more to say about what was wrong with America than George W. Bush can ever tell us about what is right," an admiring fellow writer, Norman Mailer, said on Monday. Born in 1937, or 1939 Thompson was born – depending on his mood – in 1937 or 1939, in Louisville, Ky. He served in the U.S. Air Force for a short time as a young man, then began working, first as a sports reporter and then as a freelance journalist. He rubbed shoulders with many famous counterculture figures in the 1960s, from beat poet Allen Ginsberg to author and LSD enthusiast Ken Kesey. His life inspired a number of films, including Where the Buffalo Roam (1980) with Bill Murray playing Thompson and British director Terry Gilliam's take on Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998), starring Johnny Depp as the Thompson character, Raoul Duke. He was also the model for the character "Duke" in Garry Trudeau's comic strip Doonesbury. Thompson's most recent book was Hey Rube: Blood Sport, the Bush Doctrine, and the Downward Spiral of Dumbness (2004). 'Rotten' medical year Neighbours in Thompson's Woody Creek neighbourhood said a broken leg had recently kept him from going out as often as in the past, including to his favourite tavern. Mike Cleverly, a longtime friend, spent Friday night watching a basketball game on TV with Thompson. He said Thompson was clearly hobbled by the broken leg. "Medically speaking, he's had a rotten year," he said. But he added: "He's the last person in the world I would have expected to kill himself. I would have been less surprised if he had shot me." R.I.P |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» nothingnopenope replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 5:47pm |
| Coolness: 201200 | wow
that's the dumbest comment ive ever heard anyone make Well sorry dino but I am allowed to not have respect for people based on my own reasons. Maybe one day we will all be forced to think the same way but right now I enjoy being able to think the way I want. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cinderella_soul replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 6:29pm |
 Coolness: 56175 | It's actually, objectively, important to allow people to respect people for their own reasons. The reason for that is.. because we are learning.
I doubt and I could be wrong that Scotty P actauuly respects or disrespects people based on wether or not they know hunter S. thomson? I don't know you tell me. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» nothingnopenope replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 6:34pm |
| Coolness: 201200 | Well it's not as bad as the time I was talking to someone and they didn't know who STALIN was.
But still, it's pretty bad. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cinderella_soul replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 6:44pm |
| Coolness: 56175 | you're too funny.!! Bah, I guess I can say whatever I want to you since you must have NO respect for me since I didn't know who he is was. ;) |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» BA_Baracus replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 6:56pm |
 Coolness: 121010 | both those movies are great... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» errorizE replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 7:30pm |
| Coolness: 60815 | i didn't know who hunter s thompson was until today...
whats the big deal ? we can't know of everyone. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Mico replied on Tue Feb 22, 2005 @ 7:56pm |
| Coolness: 150435 | The big deal is the he was a writter like no other. He was capable of saying shit in a way that most people would be arrested for treason. Not only that but, he lived an incredibly interesting life, and has rubbed shoulders with some of the greatest minds of our times.
Sure, it's not absolutly imperative that you read his biography, or dig your nose into one of his novels. However, he is definitly a character that deserves our respect. |
R.i.p. Hunter S. Thompson
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