Hunter S. Thompson's maniacal, opinionated, sometimes cynical, and always poignant voice was a knife. He cut through the bullshit, the posturing. His honesty about his contradictions and shortcomings allowed us to let our guard down. To own our imperfections and praise the mad tendencies buried deep within our psyche. He went to hell and back to see behind the curtain and to tell us all what he saw. He was a man with a rare, disturbing, and beautiful insight into human nature. He lived ungoverned – free.
Happy birthday, Hunter. You are missed.