http://blogcritics.org/ A sinister cabal of superior bloggers on music, books, film, popular culture, politics, and technology - updated continuously. en Copyright 2005 by the authors Tue, 22 Feb 2005 15:30:09 EST http://backend.userland.com/rss Blogcritics.org custom software http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/02/21/002822.php#comment-121398 "when the going gets weird, the weird turn Pro" HST the Curse of Lono is finally fufilled...the greedheads and swine can rejoice...i can almost hear the Tin Man with his gravelly chortle pulling his hand out of the Shrub's ass for a second so he can squirt some Iraqi's blood onto the corners of his rusted mouth, enabling that shark like smile....fuck them...i refuse to allow this Horror to drown me in the Kingdom of Fear a giant has fallen in the Wilderness...none of the "legit" Citizens will do more than a token Notice...but the freaks,the outlaws,the strange, the thinkers, the Doomed....they will notice. among the Tribe of the Weird there will be much Lamenting and consuming of peyote buttons as we Spirit Walk and rail against the gods as to why our Shaman has been taken from U.S. the gods won't Answer, of course...they never do, and now there is one less Voice to put our muddied feet on the Path...one less Visionary to rub our noses in the fact that the Emperor is ALWAYS naked...you can almost hear the cackling from Hell as Nixon jerks off violently in small souled glee... when most of the hippies that had tuned in,turned on and dropped out shed their tye dye clothes for the yuppie suits and BMW's of Reagan's 80's...becoming the fascist neo-Cons, epitome of all they had railed against, Hunter stood firm on the slippery muck of Principle and Truth...spewing the Words that helped tear away the Veil of Corporate propaganda and hauling us out of the rut induced by cowardly, politically correct, right-think. he was not the kind of man that burst thru a concrete wall spitting dust and looking good doing it, he was more the guy who watched that Freak consume the room, and then picked up all the loose change on the floor after the bar fight...but he always "stomped on the terra", leaving indelible boot prints on the necks of our Spirits as he gnawed on the Skull of Truth with his very own teeth. so wash down that mescaline with a quart of Wild Turkey, spark a joint and wait for it all to kick in...give the good Doctor the mother of all Wakes that he deserves.... me...i'll be wondering who is going to feed the mojo-wire with the flotsam of America's id, and wailing and gnashing my teeth in the realization that half a continent away in the quiet snows of Owl Farm, the peacocks are crying.... 30 121398@blogcritics.org Tue, 22 Feb 2005 15:30:09 EST http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/02/21/002822.php#comment-121336 The passing of an original , one of a kind man. We could use many more of his type to make it through the nonsense that is passing for government now-a-days 121336@blogcritics.org Tue, 22 Feb 2005 12:28:48 EST http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/02/21/002822.php#comment-120738 The man was an American classic, warts and all... 120738@blogcritics.org Mon, 21 Feb 2005 00:54:07 EST http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/02/21/002822.php#comment-120734 PS lege-n-d. you may delete this message now 120734@blogcritics.org Mon, 21 Feb 2005 00:44:45 EST http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/02/21/002822.php#comment-120733 I respect that. Thank you. He was a little before my time - and may be to blame for the rise of journalists as celebrities. 120733@blogcritics.org Mon, 21 Feb 2005 00:42:39 EST