There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
- Hunter S. Thompson
One of America's greatest treasures removed himself from this world two days ago. Say what you will about the man, but he had something that is completely lacking in journalism today... balls. He waved his middle finger at what was considered to be socially acceptable. He pushed envelopes that others refused to even touch, let alone look at. In the age of a media empire ruled by power and capitalist greed, he spoke from the heart with a sort of primal honesty, never becoming corrupted or losing sight of what he truly believed in.
I honestly don't know what else can be said. It feels like the end of an era. Will we, ever again, see such passion and heart-felt truth in reporting? I would doubt it but, really, only time will tell. All I know is that there will never be another Hunter S. Thompson. That tired old saying really fits: "even in death he will live on."
Shine on you crazy diamond.
R.I.P. Hunter S. Thompson (1937 - 2005)