Passing Of a Writer

"As long as Nixon was politically alive--and he was, all theway to the end--we could always be sure of finding the enemy on the Low Road. There was no need to look anywhere else for the evil bastard. He had the fighting instinctsof a badger trapped by hounds. The badger will roll over on its back and emit a smell of death, which confuses the dogs and lures them in for the traditional ripping and tearing action. But it is usually the badger who does the ripping and tearing. It is a beast that fights best on its back: rolling under the throat of the enemy and seizing it by thehead with all four claws.

That was Nixon's style--and if you forgot, he would kill you as a lesson to the others. Badgers don't fight fair, bubba. That's why God made dachshunds".
-Hunter S. Thompson on Nixon (Rolling Stone 1994)

This is the writing of a notoriously dark American journalist. A man whose writing style and skill whom I could not hold a candle too.

Seemingly a melancholy, Thompson died at his own hand. Dark thoughts, dark life, dark ending. Some gifts are not to die for.