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I meet Hunter S Thompson at Vesuvio’s in San Francisco while covering Walter Mondale at the Democratic Convention. One my favorite writers go figure!

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Hunter S. Thompson on Richard Nixon:
the greatest obituary ever written!

HST, the flag, and the convertibleReally, there’s nothing like a writer who knows his stuff inside and out, has made the English language his bitch, and refuses to hold back in the name of “impartiality.” More evil has been done in the name of impartiality than in the name of passion; just ask Hannah Arendt.

Hunter Thompson never pretended to be anything other than a razor-fanged partisan anarchist. Neither leftist nor rightist, simply Gonzo, he was as horrified by his own fondess for Jimmy Carteras he was by the tame White House press corps that gave Nixon a free ride for so many years. And he opens his coverage of Nixon’s funeral with a passage fromRevelation, as is only right and proper.

Read it and weep, both for the savagery and for the loss…nobody writes like this anymore. Selah.

HST makes sure Nixon gets on the chopper

Some people will say that words like scum and rotten are wrong forObjective Journalism–which is true, but they miss the point. It was the built-in blind spots of the Objective rules and dogma that allowed Nixon to slither into the White House in the first place. He looked so good on paper that you could almost vote for him sight unseen. He seemed so all-American, so much like Horatio Alger, that he was able to slip through the cracks of Objective Journalism. You had to get Subjective to see Nixon clearly, and the shock of recognition was often painful…

These are harsh words for a man only recently canonized by President Clinton and my old friend George McGovern–but I have written worse things about Nixon, many times, and the record will show that I kicked him repeatedly long before he went down. I beat him like a mad dog with mange every time I got a chance, and I am proud of it. He was scum.

Let there be no mistake in the history books about that. Richard Nixon was an evil man–evil in a way that only those who believe in the physical reality of the Devil can understand it. He was utterly without ethics or morals or any bedrock sense of decency. Nobody trusted him–except maybe the Stalinist Chinese, and honest historians will remember him mainly as a rat who kept scrambling to get back on the ship…

At the stroke of midnight in Washington, a drooling red-eyed beast with the legs of a man and head of a giant hyena crawls out of its bedroom window in the South Wing of the White House and leaps 50 feet down to the lawn … pauses briefly to strangle the chow watchdog, then races off into the darkness…toward the Watergate, snarling with lust, loping through the alleys behind Pennsylvania Avenue and trying desperately to remember which one of those 400 iron balconies is the one outside Martha Mitchell’s apartment.

Ah…nightmares, nightmares. But I was only kidding. The President of the United States would never act that weird. At least not during football season.

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“No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride…and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well…maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“Too weird to live, too rare to die!”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“In a closed society where everybody’s guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“Good people drink good beer.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“We can’t stop here, this is bat country!”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers… and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.
Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas … with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“You better take care of me Lord, if you don’t you’re gonna have me on your hands.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era—the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights—or very early mornings—when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder’s jacket . . . booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. . . .There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“1) Never trust a cop in a raincoat.
2) Beware of enthusiasm and of love, both are temporary and quick to sway.
3) If asked if you care about the world’s problems, look deep into the eyes of he who asks, he will never ask you again.
4) Never give your real name.
5) If ever asked to look at yourself, don’t look.
6) Never do anything the person standing in front of you can’t understand.
7) Never create anything, it will be misinterpreted, it will chain you and follow you for the rest of your life.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“Buy the ticket, take the ride.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“Hallucinations are bad enough. But after awhile you learn to cope with things like seeing your dead grandmother crawling up your leg with a knife in her teeth. Most acid fanciers can handle this sort of thing. But nobody can handle that other trip-the possibility that any freak with $1.98 can walk into the Circus-Circus and suddenly appear in the sky over downtown Las Vegas twelve times the size of God, howling anything that comes into his head. No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“Journalism is not a profession or a trade. It is a cheap catch-all for fuckoffs and misfits — a false doorway to the backside of life, a filthy piss-ridden little hole nailed off by the building inspector, but just deep enough for a wino to curl up from the sidewalk and masturbate like a chimp in a zoo-cage.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream
“No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs. Reality itself is too twisted.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“KNOW YOUR DOPE FIEND. YOUR LIFE MAY DEPEND ON IT! You will not be able to see his eyes because of the Tea-Shades, but his knuckles will be white from inner tension and his pants will be crusted with semen from constantly jacking off when he can’t find a rape victim. He will stagger and babble when questioned. He will not respect your badge. The Dope Fiend fears nothing. He will attack, for no reason, with every weapon at his command-including yours. BEWARE. Any officer apprehending a suspected marijuana addict should use all necessary force immediately. One stitch in time (on him) will usually save nine on you. Good luck.
-The Chief”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“Turn the goddam music up! My heart feels like an alligator!”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“But our trip was different. It was a classic affirmation of everything right and true and decent in the national character. It was a gross, physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country-but only for those with true grit. And we were chock full of that.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“Take it from me, there’s nothing like a job well done. Except the quiet enveloping darkness at the bottom of a bottle of Jim Beam after a job done any way at all.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“You took too much man, too much, too much.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he’ll never know.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“Jesus Creeping God! Is there a priest in this tavern? I want to confess! I’m a fucking sinner! Venal, mortal, carnal, major, minor – however you want to call it, Lord… I’m guilty.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“Ignore that nightmare in the bathroom. Just another ugly refugee from the Love Generation, some doom-struck gimp who couldn’t handle the pressure. My attorney has never been able to accept the notion – often espoused by reformed drug abusers and especially popular among those on probation – that you can get a lot higher without drugs than with them. And neither have I, for that matter.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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“My blood is too thick for California: I have never been able to properly explain myself in this climate.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“The possibility of physical and mental collapse is now very real. No sympathy for the Devil, keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“Still humping the American Dream”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“What kind of rat bastard psychotic would play that song- right now, at this moment?”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“Who said anything about slicing you up? … I just wanted to carve a little Z on your forehead– nothing serious.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“Jesus! Did I SAY that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me? I glanced over at my attorney, but he seemed oblivious…”
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

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The last words of Hunter S. Thompson

The last words of Hunter S. Thompson

Hunter S. Thompson (1937 – 2005) was an American journalist and author. He was best known for his influential work Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and as the instigator of Gonzo journalism. This is a type of reporting where journalists blur fiction and non-fiction by becoming central figures of their own stories. He was also a famously enthusiastic user of drugs and firearms.

In his suicide note, he wrote:

Relax – This won’t hurt.

Background to Hunter S. Thompson’s last words

Final words are never more determinedly final than when they are delivered as a suicide note. In early 2005, Hunter Stockton Thompson had been suffering chronic pain from a broken leg and a hip replacement. He wasn’t enjoying life, as his suicide note reveals:

“No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun – for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax – This won’t hurt.”

Those weren’t exactly his last words – he lived for four more days after writing them and then, in his ‘fortified compound’ at Owl Farm, Woody Creek, Colorado, shot himself in the head.

His funeral was just as much in character as his death. Thompson’s ashes were blown into the sky from a cannon on top of a 47 metre high tower of his own devising – to the accompaniment of fireworks and to the sound of Norman Greenbaum’s ‘Spirit in the Sky’ and Bob Dylan’s ‘Mr. Tambourine Man’. The funeral was funded by Johnny Depp, a friend of Thompson. He said at the time, “All I’m doing is trying to make sure his last wish comes true. I just want to send my pal out the way he wants to go out”.

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