Today should be a holiday

Four years ago today Hunter S. Thompson killed himself. And it should be made a holiday, at least for the Freaks (god save them). But how to celebrate? Grapefruit and mescaline would be involved somehow, but what else? Running for sheriff?

Perhaps a good way to get in the right mood would be with a viewing of documentary Gonzo, followed by some Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas. Then renting a huge American convertible which could be driven at terrible speeds while shouting "Tell me about the fucking golf shoes!" Hmmm. The documentary film is certainly worthwhile, focusing on the good doctor's prime years, before he became so well-recognized and found himself berating british journalists. Not sure about the rest of it.

Or what about some sort of gonzo comparison between the presidential campaigns of George McGovern and Barack Obama, through the use of rhythm logic. This would require the consumption of large amounts of wild turkey. Or taking some high-powered hallucinogens and listening to the Gonzo Tapes at high volume, while shooting guns. Not really sure what results one could expect from that, probably the fear.

This isn't going anywhere, so straight from the theater of the absurd, here's video of Thompson's appearance on Late Night with Conan O'Brien, in which the host "met him on a farm in upstate New York to shoot guns and drink hard liquor."