Brian Reade: Hunter S went out with a bang.
I CAN'T say I was saddened by the death of the writer Hunter S Thompson because, when a man happily puts a bullet through his brains, one sentence can be written with honesty. It was what he wanted.
But the death of this vicious, hilarious, drug-fuelled, truth-speaking, bulls**t-hating genius is nonetheless a great shame. Because he represented a certain type of Yank whose voice is often drowned out in the corporate-controlled media that spews forth from the supposed land of the free.
So next time you see some brace-toothed bonzo waving the Star-Spangled Banner as they tearfully salute their Gibbon-in-chief, think of Thompson and his words: "George W Bush does not speak for me or my son or my mother or my friends or the people I respect in this world.
"We didn't vote for these cheap, greedy little killers who speak for America today. Or ever. Four more years of Bush is like four more years of syphilis."
Think, and realise, there is hope.