It was all bile and spittle at the end, and it was hard to read the work without smelling the dank sweat of someone consumed by confusion, anger, sudden drunken certainties and the horrible fear that when he sat down to write, he could only muster a pale parody of someone else’s satirical version of his infamous middle period.
Presumably Lileks was reading different ESPN Page 2 columns than I, and many of my friends were, because right after 9/11, Thompson really seemed to have a solid grasp on what was happening, much more than anyone else. It seemed to me that the dark day that changed everything (mostly to the favor of the right-wing in this country) had sharpened Thompson’s focus to a razor-edge sharpness, and he was writing like he hadn’t in years.
I’m guessing Thompson’s decidedly non-insane viewpoints on the meta-meaning of 9/11 is what caused Lileks to slander this great man today. If there’s one thing Lileks can’t stand, it’s someone straying from the party line on 9/11.
It’s really too bad that the world did not wake up to the news that James Lileks had put a shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger yesterday. Of course, outside of the bile and spittle that froths from the mouths of the right-wing blogs, who would know or care?
James Lileks, you are a classless piece of shit who cannot even honor the dead for a single day. I’d say you should be ashamed of yourself, but only honorable men can feel shame. You are not a man. You are a pale parody of someone else’s satirical version of a man, even in your best moments. You should be sterilized so that your seed can no longer poison this world of ours.