Goodnight, Uncle Duke, the spiders rest now...

I have shut off all mind numbing electronics right now aside from this, in hearing of the passing of Hunter Stockton Thompson, AKA. The father of Gonzo Journalism.

When I was growing up my father had a weekly newspaper titled "The Sioux Falls Sun". We were quite a bit overpowered by the long standing local daily {i will not mention it, that would give them more google hits, but you all know the beast I speak of}, and lasted only a few years. But at the time we actually had a bank believe in us enough to name themselves as a startup "Sun Bank". That is another story however to be asked @ Willy's.

The coolest thing about the Sun was we ran a whole week of Doonsbury in one shot, on one page, pretty much giving all of the fans a "one snip/slash" for the scrapbooks.

I grew up as Zonker, with the long blonde hair, obsessed with tanning, and being a free wheel of society, but without the pot, {disclaimer: I could not do that due to repercussions to the public image of others in my family}, Which REALLY put a damper on the whole Zonker image.

I then got older & started to relate more to Uncle Duke. Don't ask when, don't ask how, just don't ask. . . . . Or I might have to torture you.

One of my TKE brothers Scott, got me hooked on Hunter S. Thompson soon after. Since then I have followed his work the best I can. And back then, also discovered that the crap in a can to spray in your car's engine when you flood it can mess with your world almost as bad as working in a screen printing shop.

Not much of a eulogy, I know. But Hunter . . . Ether without you, will never be the same again.

Here are links to better worded tributes:

denverpost.com

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MSN/Newsweek International

CNN.COM

And the rantings he produced for ESPN.COM

Blessed Be Duke. The 'bake-off' will begin shortly in your honour.


DAMMIT, WHERE THE HELL IS MY .45? SOME ASSHOLE PARKED NEXT TO MY CAR!
Shit, I really need a beer right about now.
Fucking lizards, they are worse than the god damned spiders with the tongues and that shit, at least they wont lay eggs in my skin though.
When the room starts to spin, make sure to hold on to the pen & paper. If you can't do that, make damn sure you don't lose the high, 'cause at that point, that is the only thing keeping you alive.