April 12th, 2007

Enterprise Bridge

From /usr/games/fortune logging in this morning

Thompson, if he is to be believed, has sampled the entire rainbow of legal and illegal drugs in heroic efforts to feel better than he does.

As for the truth about his health: I have asked around about it. I am told that he appears to be strong and rosy, and steadily sane. But we will be doing what he wants us to do, I think, if we consider his exterior a sort of Dorian Gray facade. Inwardly, he is being eaten alive by tinhorn politicians.

The disease is fatal. There is no known cure. The most we can do for the poor devil, it seems to me, is to name his disease in his honor. From this moment on, let all those who feel that Americans can be as easily led to beauty as to ugliness, to truth as to public relations, to joy as to bitterness, be said to be suffering from Hunter Thompson's disease. I don't have it this morning. It comes and goes. This morning I don't have Hunter Thompson's disease.

-- Kurt Vonnegut Jr. on Dr. Hunter S. Thompson: Excerpt from "A Political Disease", Vonnegut's review of Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72

I still think that on I-15 between Barstow and the Nevada border, Caltrans ought to add "Bat Country" to the destination city signs. With a Gonzo logo next to the Interstate Highway shield.

[Edit 10:41am] I'm now told that Vonnegut died last night. Some call it coincidence, others might say that God occasionally twiddles /dev/random.