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2.20.2005

Long live Hunter

The news is just now sinking in as I scan the cable news channels.

Hunter is Dead. By my initial reaction to the news, my wife thought the U.S. had started bombing Iran and Syria. It was like a pall cast over all good things. The end of some kind of era that lifted the veil of ugliness, erupted in verse and then ate it's own death on a farm in Colorado. No answers on this day - and we're not likely to get many.

So why....why would the Doc do such a thing? In my heart, I think he gave up. I think he saw the face of the future and decided to take the quicker exit. It's an ugly and selfish way to go, but Hunter was infamous for his moments....and does it really shock anyone? In some ways, I guess we're lucky that we had him for this long. The expectation was that his lifestyle would catch up with him.

Maybe it did....or maybe George W. Bush gave him a weird cancer through the mail - and Hunter wouldn't give the bastard the pleasure of watching him suffer.

In the end, we have his words and legend.....and it's our job to keep the thing going. We need to focus on breaking this ugly wave of cheap patriots, greedheads and puritans that are dead set on crushing the American Spirit. Hunter loathed our current state of affairs/administration - and unfortunately expired before we could find a way out.

This change falls to us - for good or ill.

Hunter is dead. Long live Hunter.

Selah - and take care...

1 Comments:

  • I'd like to thank you for your thoughts about HST. I agree with you. He was obviously at the end of his rope. Or how many times had he help one of his many guns to his head?

    How the fuck could America vote those neo-fascists in for a second term? That is more perplexing than anything. It has guaranteed the demise of this empire. Hunter knew it, he probably even wanted to do something about it. But he was in pain from back surgery, broken bones, old age setting in to quickly for him. He lived fast, an adrenaline junkie to the core, and I think he couldn't imagine himself not being able to do the things many of us take for granted: being able to get out of bed or being able to walk. But even more disheartening, he'd been through all this before with Nixon and the arrogant bastards of that era. I can kind of understand because now Americans are just scared pussies. He was still writing good stuff or at least he was trying to get us to rebel a little. I've read a few comments from people who say he hadn't written anything good in years. Bullshit! You know what I did the day after that shitty little nail biter of an election? The one and only thing that actually made me feel good about living in this country. I bought his latest rantings, Hey Rube, which helped me because I knew I wasn't alone.

    Beyond all that he was a mentor, a literary genius, a true patriot, what I wish America represented. I could go on and on.

    Mahalo. Goodbye Doc.

    By horhay, at 7:01 PM  

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