doctor G
03-01-2005, 01:01 AM
Death of an Icon
Hunter Thompson??s death touched me, hard. I remember John F
Kennedy??s death, and Bobby??s and Malcom??s, and each of those deaths made a
difference to me. Jimmi, Janis, they all touched me somehow. And Hunter kept
going. Through him the sixties energy, that take ??the wall by storm? attitude
continued. And yes, I was hurt when I heard it was suicide.
But I??ve had a day or two to think about it. Yes. I have had my years of
drug abuse, the massive cocaine binges that killed people around me, or the
decades of fog fueled by weed and whiskey. I under stand pain and have looked
longingly at the barrel of a gun more than once and considered the peace that
oblivion would bring. Somehow I am still here, against all odds I??m still here.
But when I think of the pain, the tremendous soul searing pain that brought
me to this point I would not ask any other person to endure it. Nor would I deny
them the option to release the life that caused them that pain. Not my worst
enemy, not Terri Shivo, not even that corrupt and thoroughly evil bastard George
W Bush. No one should be judged wanting, or defective for leaving the pain
behind.
At his age he had earned the right to make the decision. While I might,
under certain very specific conditions restrict a minor child from taking the
ultimate step, it is our own Karma and Soul that must bear the burden of the
Wheel and if we choose to step off we must accept the consequences of that
release and how we will return to complete our spiritual mission.
Yes, I felt Hunter had the world by the tail. Yes as a struggling writer who
has tried for forty years to make a living as a wordsmith I felt he was the pinnacle
I aspired to. Yes, while I would have sold my soul to the devil, ( or Richard Nixon)
to live a year, or even a day as Hunter, it is not my place to Judge him. That
responsibility is far beyond the ken of any mortal man and we who are left behind
must forgive and carry the candle forward in the hurricane, protecting the flame
he kindled.
So if you want to imagine ??what ifs? write Science Fiction, but do not
attempt to Judge a man whose life you have not lived for choices you do not
approve of, as based on morals of your own choosing. The secret of Hunter was
Love. And if you respect any part of Hunter??s contributions you must accept and
cherish his choice: pay him the ultimate compliment, forgive and Love. Like a
butterfly in a world of maggots he was different and very beautiful.
Doctor G
Hunter Thompson??s death touched me, hard. I remember John F
Kennedy??s death, and Bobby??s and Malcom??s, and each of those deaths made a
difference to me. Jimmi, Janis, they all touched me somehow. And Hunter kept
going. Through him the sixties energy, that take ??the wall by storm? attitude
continued. And yes, I was hurt when I heard it was suicide.
But I??ve had a day or two to think about it. Yes. I have had my years of
drug abuse, the massive cocaine binges that killed people around me, or the
decades of fog fueled by weed and whiskey. I under stand pain and have looked
longingly at the barrel of a gun more than once and considered the peace that
oblivion would bring. Somehow I am still here, against all odds I??m still here.
But when I think of the pain, the tremendous soul searing pain that brought
me to this point I would not ask any other person to endure it. Nor would I deny
them the option to release the life that caused them that pain. Not my worst
enemy, not Terri Shivo, not even that corrupt and thoroughly evil bastard George
W Bush. No one should be judged wanting, or defective for leaving the pain
behind.
At his age he had earned the right to make the decision. While I might,
under certain very specific conditions restrict a minor child from taking the
ultimate step, it is our own Karma and Soul that must bear the burden of the
Wheel and if we choose to step off we must accept the consequences of that
release and how we will return to complete our spiritual mission.
Yes, I felt Hunter had the world by the tail. Yes as a struggling writer who
has tried for forty years to make a living as a wordsmith I felt he was the pinnacle
I aspired to. Yes, while I would have sold my soul to the devil, ( or Richard Nixon)
to live a year, or even a day as Hunter, it is not my place to Judge him. That
responsibility is far beyond the ken of any mortal man and we who are left behind
must forgive and carry the candle forward in the hurricane, protecting the flame
he kindled.
So if you want to imagine ??what ifs? write Science Fiction, but do not
attempt to Judge a man whose life you have not lived for choices you do not
approve of, as based on morals of your own choosing. The secret of Hunter was
Love. And if you respect any part of Hunter??s contributions you must accept and
cherish his choice: pay him the ultimate compliment, forgive and Love. Like a
butterfly in a world of maggots he was different and very beautiful.
Doctor G