Just Another Freak
It's February 20, 2007, the two-year anniversary of Hunter S. Thompson's death, and I feel obligated to write another obituary of sorts in light of the current circumstances. We are in dark times, folks. The Little Man is being spat upon and subjugated, thrust into a society not unlike a feudal system in which the overseers look down from the hill upon their fiefdoms. Struggle is the rule despite the amount of money flying around this country. It is being spent frivolously by people who have too much while the rest of us chew on rusty nails to avoid becoming anemic.
We are in a dismal year, and our prospects don't look very appetizing. The next stretch of the Great Curve is a downward one that will be littered with charred corpses all bearing twisted expressions of confusion. How did we all go so irresponsibly insane? How, indeed, Good Doctor.
Hunter is not my savior, as some of my friends have suggested, but he was shrewd. He was a crazed fireball, and in these desperate times, we need Dr. Gonzo back. Political journalism has about as much attitude as a half-drunk eunuch with cerebral palsy these days, and no one really wants to cut the shit and talk straight. Everyone has offered up their souls in the name of one word or another, be it Democrat, Republican, Capitalism, or God. It makes us all uninteresting, and worse than that, blind.
At this point, I am no longer writing a eulogy. I am pleading for someone to come forth and put the skewer where it belongs - up the asses of our policymakers and the rich, overfed segment of our population that cares nothing for the lemmings below. Watch Metropolis. It holds true even today.
Hell. I'd do it myself if anyone would send me to Washington with press passes, unlimited credit, and a bullhorn. We need perspective for our own sake, and if we don't get it for ourselves, we will certainly be devoured by the Bastards.
So, Doctor. You are still in our minds, at least mine. But gone are the days of my idolization. I want you to know that. Any contributions you've made are only more meaningful now that I can admit you too had your prejudices and your own satchelful of faults, and maybe even a dash of pretense...but only for good measure. You said it yourself, though, you're just another freak in the Freak Kingdom. So am I. So are they.
The problem is that very few people will admit it.
Selah!
We are in a dismal year, and our prospects don't look very appetizing. The next stretch of the Great Curve is a downward one that will be littered with charred corpses all bearing twisted expressions of confusion. How did we all go so irresponsibly insane? How, indeed, Good Doctor.
Hunter is not my savior, as some of my friends have suggested, but he was shrewd. He was a crazed fireball, and in these desperate times, we need Dr. Gonzo back. Political journalism has about as much attitude as a half-drunk eunuch with cerebral palsy these days, and no one really wants to cut the shit and talk straight. Everyone has offered up their souls in the name of one word or another, be it Democrat, Republican, Capitalism, or God. It makes us all uninteresting, and worse than that, blind.
At this point, I am no longer writing a eulogy. I am pleading for someone to come forth and put the skewer where it belongs - up the asses of our policymakers and the rich, overfed segment of our population that cares nothing for the lemmings below. Watch Metropolis. It holds true even today.
Hell. I'd do it myself if anyone would send me to Washington with press passes, unlimited credit, and a bullhorn. We need perspective for our own sake, and if we don't get it for ourselves, we will certainly be devoured by the Bastards.
So, Doctor. You are still in our minds, at least mine. But gone are the days of my idolization. I want you to know that. Any contributions you've made are only more meaningful now that I can admit you too had your prejudices and your own satchelful of faults, and maybe even a dash of pretense...but only for good measure. You said it yourself, though, you're just another freak in the Freak Kingdom. So am I. So are they.
The problem is that very few people will admit it.
Selah!