Maybe it's the booze they serve at Cafe Milano in Georgetown.  Maybe it's just Madsen being Madsen.  After all, journalists and writers with any lick of integrity have been shamed, shocked and traumatized by the "suicides" of both Hunter S. Thompson and Gary Webb -- not to mention the sudden "fading into the discredited bastion of mental health treatment" of Mike Ruppert.

Having seen this vast panoply of weirdness unfolding before our very eyes while creampuffs and lightweights like Matt Lauer and Brit Hume have made all the money -- perhaps Madsen has just had enough.  Perhaps he is ready to be a hero.  Or a martyr.