RIP Hunter S. Thompson
what will happen now? times are warped. bad craziness. the only man with something worth saying in this country has put a gun to his head. what should that tell us? if God is indeed "in the White House" getting rich with the rest of the Texans, then who will open the doors for all the church-goers in the red states on Sunday? the weather hasn't helped either. lonely thoughts and grim skys. it's time to get weird. i must finish my higher education hurriedly and with much fear and haste. before they lock me in and make me run wild with bandits wearing tattoos of the cross and patriotic elephants, all of them bearing arms with no qualms about killing anyone who makes them feel uncomfortable. and especially before they send me off to a country i've never heard of to fight enemies who aren't mine. I must pack up and head East, through this wastland of a country that was finished once Jefferson took over, and into the cradle of western civilization, a place where no man would ever elect a Texan. no sympathy for the devil, keep that in mind. Rest well Mr. Thompson.
what will happen now? times are warped. bad craziness. the only man with something worth saying in this country has put a gun to his head. what should that tell us? if God is indeed "in the White House" getting rich with the rest of the Texans, then who will open the doors for all the church-goers in the red states on Sunday? the weather hasn't helped either. lonely thoughts and grim skys. it's time to get weird. i must finish my higher education hurriedly and with much fear and haste. before they lock me in and make me run wild with bandits wearing tattoos of the cross and patriotic elephants, all of them bearing arms with no qualms about killing anyone who makes them feel uncomfortable. and especially before they send me off to a country i've never heard of to fight enemies who aren't mine. I must pack up and head East, through this wastland of a country that was finished once Jefferson took over, and into the cradle of western civilization, a place where no man would ever elect a Texan. no sympathy for the devil, keep that in mind. Rest well Mr. Thompson.