The Gonzo is gone. It is almost amazing he lasted this long. Good Luck Hunter!

I'm sure he and Todd are kicking the general atmosphere up a notch.

Man Ceashel,thats what I thought right away,
todd and I did some chattin on Hunter.S.
lol,imagine todd and Hunter hooking up,I,m sure todd could add a few stories of his own.
R.I.P. Hunter S. Thompson,<img src="http://www.arlo.net/ubb/smilies/peace.gif" width=16 height=16>

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ceas, you said it...that is just perfect.

i remember first hearing about hunter s. during todd's and jimmer's escapades...then jamie said something about "fear and loathing..." so i rented the video and then along came sparky. the movie may have cleared up a few things, but the absurdity of what everyone had been saying made me laugh regardless of my ignorance.

Due to circumstances beyond my control, I would rather not write anything about the 1972 presidential campaign at this time.

There is almost a Yin/Yang clarity in the difference between the two men, a contrast so stark that it would be hard to find any two better models in the National politics arena for the legendary duality-the congenital split personality and polarized instincts-that almost everybody except Americans has long since taken for granted as the key to our national character. This is not what Richard Nixon had in mind when he said last August that the 1972 presidential election would offer voters the “clearest choice of this century.” But on a level he will never understand he was probably right…and it is Nixon himself who represents the dark, venal and incurably violent side of the American character almost every other country in the world has learned to fear and despise. Our Barbie doll president with his Barbie doll wife and the box full of Barbie doll children is also Americas answer to the monstrous Mr. Hyde. He speaks for the werewolf in us; the bully, the predatory shyster who turns into something unspeakable full of claws and bleeding-string warts, on nights when the moon comes too close…..
At the stroke of midnight in Washington, a drooling red-eyed beast with the legs of a man and the head of a giant hyena crawls out of his bedroom window in the south wing of the White House and leaps fifty feet down to the lawn…pauses briefly to strangle the Chow watchdog, then races off into the darkness…towards the Watergate, snarling with lust, loping through the alleys behind Pennsylvania Avenue and trying desperately to remember which one of those four hundred identical balconies is the one outside Martha Mitchell’s apartment…

“Ominous” is not quite the right word for a situation where one of the most consistently unpopular politicians in American history suddenly skyrockets to folk hero status while his closest advisors are being caught almost daily in nazi-style gigs that would have embarrassed Martin Bormann.
How long will it be before “demented extremists” in Germany or maybe Japan start calling us A Nation of Pigs?

Hunter S Thompson ….October 1972
I guess he just couldn’t handle it anymore!

For the Doctor
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