hmmm the mix was missing a few things.

1.gunshots
2.the sound of dirty money being counted
3.hostages being relieved of their heads

haha sorry I'm a chicago guy.

What I think happened is he simply stumbled (for real) and the gunshot sound was added post-prouction. Also if the drunk part was real then the gun must be an airsoft, or everyone there KNOWS it's unloaded. I don't know who would be standing that close and unflinching to anyone that drunk with a possibly loaded shotgun.

I'm 99.9% sure the vid's fake in some way.

This is a brilliant cogent argument - as is the continued discussion here! (tip my hat to you gents)


Unfortunately, I'm not sure it can stand up to the pure calculated logic of:

"Socialist nazi death panels will kill us all!!! Don't let the white hating kenyan eat my freedom!!!!"
(*random gunshots fired in the air*)

I looked into this a couple years back and found some credible stuff basically saying he wasn't working on a 9/11 story anymore - don't remember if it was never in the works or if it was dumped. Wish I could find that info now, because I was convinced at the time that this murder conspiracy was a non-story. I'm a big HST fan, so it would've been fun for me to believe in a mystery like this.

As far as nobody hearing anything, I do remember his son saying that he was downstairs, Hunter was upstairs, and he heard what he thought was a book hitting the floor, which was actually the gunshot.

The biggest mystery to me, though, if true: When he was discovered, a single word was typed out on a page on his typewriter: Counselor. Wonder if that had any meaning to it, hmm...

>> ^JiggaJonson:
I have read a bunch of Hunter S Thompson books and always enjoyed them. The details surrounding his death, however, were always a little confusing for me. As far back as I can remember his wife was on the phone with him, he was talking about finishing some sports column and put the phone down a second then didnt get back on it. The fact that she, who was waiting for him to get back on the phone, and her son, who was upstairs at the time, both didnt hear a gunshot was suspicious to me. I dont know how much putting a gun in your mouth muffles the shot but it just seemed odd that neither person heard it. My opinion is there had to be someone else in there with a silencer.

I have read a bunch of Hunter S Thompson books and always enjoyed them. The details surrounding his death, however, were always a little confusing for me. As far back as I can remember his wife was on the phone with him, he was talking about finishing some sports column and put the phone down a second then didnt get back on it. The fact that she, who was waiting for him to get back on the phone, and her son, who was upstairs at the time, both didnt hear a gunshot was suspicious to me. I dont know how much putting a gun in your mouth muffles the shot but it just seemed odd that neither person heard it. My opinion is there had to be someone else in there with a silencer.

Lyrics via Google:
Yao! Rasta, unu hear sey some blackman say im waan turn American president?
Im think sey, dem a go skin up dem teeth and watch im?

Chorus
Mama mama
Com mek wi talk o
Com mek wi talk about Barack Obama
Papa! Papa!
Com make wi talk o
Com make wi talk about Barack Obama
Barack Barack, Barack Obama (2x)

Stanza (verse) 1
Originally steping out-a Kenya Africa
Adopted into the cold woodlands of America
Trust me Iyah,
Dem youth defy every order an' turn senator
Rat-Rat-Rat-Rat!
De gunshot of hate continue fi echo in-a every corner
How com blackman become president in a money-mecca?
Barack beware! Barack beware! Barack beware!
before dem turn ya name into Barack Osama
In a dis ya time,judgement a com without waata
For legalising abortion in a america,a-fyah! fyah!

Repeat Chorus

Stanza (verse) 2 lyrics from museke.com
9-11 was de beginning of satan endtime
Baptising black americans in a bitter juice of lime
Making sure no black man in a america will see his prime
In a dis ya time a black american president a great sign
Too long dem disrespect blacks and africans combined
pon black peoples flesh and blood,de kuklax clan love fi dine
Watch out Barack Obama and intensify ya power turbine
Or else breddren Obama,your dark days will never sublime

Chorus

Singing verse
Precious sheep grazing in their territory
(brother Barack watch out)
Some don't love you
They only faking it
(brother Barack watch out)
Many righteous ones been sacrificed by this very same system
As you keep the fire burning,black president

Stanza (verse) 3 lyrics from museke.com
Yahman! yahman! yahman!
"God bless america" the idiot bwoy always say
When de bombs and weapons fly over innocent people head
Oh Obama,me neva hear you talk 'bout africa yet
Or is it a nice way of swerving dem in a ya capaign?
Mr Obama,bring dis poly-tricks money to africa andkeep de poverty at bay
Too long black people keep nyaming up horse hay
Wake up Obama and don't join de band wagon of de gay
Beware Obama!Watch out Obama!Look around you
the people dem show you nuff smile
but dis smile dem a fake! fake! fake! fake smile dem!
Watch out Obama,a-fake!

I'm not saying that a homeopathic root is going to cure a gunshot wound.

I am saying that all of our drugs are derived from a plant or mineral.

I am serious.

I don't see acupunture as a cure-all. It has its limits.

But where the cessation of pain is concerned, yes, acupuncture works.

I can't believe that you're saying "just because it's worked for thousands of years" it's bullshit unless you're being sarcastic.

Casualties of war; as I approach the barricade
Where's the enemy? Who do I invade?
Bullets of Teflon, bulletproof vest rip
Tear ya outta ya frame with a bag full of clips
Cause I got a family that waits for my return
To get back home is my main concern
I'ma get back to New York in one piece
but I'm bent in the sand that is hot as the city streets
Sky lights up like fireworks blind me
Bullets, whistlin over my head remind me...
President Bush said attack
Flashback to Nam, I might not make it back
Missile hits the area, screams wake me up
from a war of dreams, heat up the M-16
Basic training, trained for torture
Take no prisoners, and I just caught ya
Addicted to murder, send more bodybags
They can't identify em, leave the nametags
I get a rush when I see blood, dead bodies on the floor

Day divides the night and night divides the day
It's all hard work and no play
More than combat, it's far beyond that
Cause I got a kill or be killed kind of attack
Area's mapped out, there'll be no, Stratego
Me and my platoon make a boom wherever we go
But what are we here for? Who's on the other side of the wall?
Somebody give the President a call
But I hear warfare scream through the air
Back to the battlegrounds, it's war they declare
A Desert Storm: let's see who reigns supreme
Something like Monopoly: a government scheme
Go to the Army, be all you can be
Another dead soldier? Hell no, not me
So I start letting off ammunition in every direction
Allah is my only protection

But wait a minute, Saddam Hussein prays the same
and this is Asia, from where I came
I'm on the wrong side, so change the target
Shooting at the general; and where's the sergeant?
Blame it on John Hardy Hawkins for bringing me to America
Now it's mass hysteria
I get a rush when I see blood, dead bodies on the floor

The war is over, for now at least
Just because they lost it don't mean it's peace
It's a long way home, it's a lot to think about
Whole generation, left in doubt
Innocent families killed in the midst
It'll be more dead people after this
So I'm glad to be alive and walkin
Half of my platoon came home in coffins
Except the general, buried in the Storm
in bits and pieces no need to look for em
I played it slick and got away with it
Rigged it up so they would think they did it
Now I'm home on reserves and you can bet
when THEY call, I'm going AWOL
Cause it ain't no way I'm going back to war
when I don't know who or what I'm fighting for
So I wait for terrorists to attack
Every time a truck backfires I fire back
I look for shelter when a plane is over me
Remember Pearl Harbor? New York could be over, G
Kamikaze, strapped with bombs
No peace in the East, they want revenge for Saddam
Did I hear gunshots, or thunder?
No time to wonder, somebody's going under
Put on my fatigues and my camoflouge
Take control, cause I'm in charge
When I snapped out of it, it was blood, dead bodies on the floor

Tags for this video have been changed from 'Woman, Shot, Head, Survives, Mississippi, Gunshot, Tea' to 'Woman, Shot, Head, Survives, Mississippi, Gunshot, Tea, tammy sexton' - edited by kronosposeidon

LOL, It's just that way - Many on my freinds or family know when I am serious, joking or just being sly... I like it that way. Then I can never be placed in a mold!

In reply to this comment by enoch:
thanks for the love sagemind.
love your posts..though sometimes i dont know if you are serious or not =P
In reply to this comment by Sagemind:
...I mean... It's just blood...

Awesome! Reminds of the CoD4 edition.

Seems we were both wrong. It wasn't DJ Khaled either. He happens to be some random Pakistani business dude.

They said he was rushed to the hospital for a self inflicted gunshot wound, but he didn't make it and died five hours later.

http://cbs2.com/local/Bentley.pursuit.chase.2.931277.html

>> ^pierrekrahn:
I hear you can also take out an Eminem with a single shot from the shotgun, if done properly

Following the common wisdom handed down from EMT to EMT, the value of a person to society is inversely proportional to the amount of gunshot wounds said person can survive. That logic would dictate that Eminem is immortal.

this is how gunshots SHOULD sound in hollywood movies. why is hollywood so afraid of reverberation? doesn't sound "clean" enough, i guess.

>> ^JustT1m:
I thought we might hear a gunshot and then maggies pacifier again, seeming how she is a cold blooded (attempted) killer


That joke is too smart for Family Guy. *dark