I will assume, right or wrong, that the re-election of President Bush drove him to his end.
Adios ...
Nor will I.
HST was a spiteful, drug-addled, boozed-up, tortured wannabe journalist, whose writings evoked visions of spiteful, drug-addled, boozed-up and tortured persons wishing they were not spiteful, drug-addled, boozed-up tortured wannabe journalists.
Some will praise him for his pro-2nd Amendment stance, but HST was like every other stinking dim-lib, in that what was good for him ain't necessarily good for you.
His ultimate display of weakness in taking his own life rather than to continue to face the ravages of it, is typical of the tortured and twisted personalities that are of the dim-lib mindset.
I do not celebrate the death of a human being, but there are those deaths that have more impact on me on that others.
The death of HST has no impact on me and I do not care.
I stopped caring about him when I read "Hells Angels" and realized just how much of a milksop crybaby he was and still find myself wondering why he could not see that he never actually got inside the Hell Angel minds, as he truly thought that he had.
His writings had nothing to do with fact, they had everything to do with the "Hey, I'm Hunter S. Thompson and I've got something to say and it's damn good!" style of writing.
The fact that he got away with his senseless self-aggrandizement in the guise of his writings says more about the gullibility of us, the public, than it does about the fact the he was simply a zero with a typewriter who was given a platform to spew his crap from.
I can truthfully state that HST never made a cent off me.
I never purchased any of his writings, preferring instead to borrow them from others and I never read "Rolling Stone" and I never saw any of his credited movies.
And even though it would not have benefited him, I never, never read more than one or two of the simply stupid "Doonesbury" comics, wherein he was supposed to have been a featured character.
Even though I feel nothing but contempt for you, HST, I wish you RIP.
And may you fade away in the obscurity you richly deserve quickly.
I leave you with a quote from his book, Hell's Angels, the last three sentences from chapter 21:
The Angels don't like being called losers, but they have learned to live with it. "Yeah, I guess I am," said one. "But you're looking at one loser who's going to make a hell of a scene on the way out."
Somehow I really don't think that was a quote from an Angel, but sprang from the mind of HST and accurately reflects his thoughts.