Few girls look with favor on a man of my stripe, a brutalizer of old people.
They don’t expect to win anything, but on the other hand, they have nothing to lose.
With apologies to Austin Ruse and the National Review, it’s passages like this, not any endorsement of the drug-fueled, last-minute allnighter, that explain why Hunter Thompson will always be celebrated by young people. It had nothing to do with drugs, the F word, or being cool, and everything to do with the fact that Thompson never lost his sense of appropriate outrage, never fell into the trap of accepting that moral compromise was somehow a sign of growth and adulthood. Both.
Newt Gingrich had his victory, too. Remember the Republican Revolution of 1994? Now the only people who still have any respect for it are cops, preachers, and creeps who hang out on the fringes of Klan rallies and worship Charlton Heston.
I can’t recommend the food at that place, because they wouldn’t let me eat.
Animals don’t hire lawyers.
A totally befuddled voter may look at a Vote for McGovern sign and do just that.
Our vibrations were getting nasty. But why? Was there no communication in this car? Had we deteriorated to the level of dumb beasts?
The only thing we’re concerned about is what’s right for us. We got our own definition of “right.
The trick is to control them without any provocation, but outlaws are very easily provoked.
Some of them carry paralytic rabies, but it is hard to know which ones.
It just more or less burns em, that’s all. They hate anything that’s not right for their way of living.
I don’t really care if people think we’re bad,” said another. “I think this is what really keeps us going. We fight society and society fights us. It doesn’t bother me.
Before San Francisco he had been in Germany, teaching English and cultivating an oriental-type beard. On his way out to the coast he stopped in New York and picked up a mistress with a new Ford. It was de rigueur, in those days, to avoid marriage at all costs. He came to me through the recommendation of a friend then working in Europe for a British newspaper. “Willard is a great man,” said the letter. “He is an artist and a man of taste.
Psychedelics are almost irrelevant in a town where you can wander into a casino any time of the day or night and witness the crucifixion of a gorilla – on a flaming neon cross that suddenly turns into a pinwheel, spinning the beast around in wild circles above the crowded gambling action.
666 Pennsylvania Ave. “Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.” – Revelation 13:18.
Once I broke him out of jail, as it were, I would be responsible for him until my lawyers took over.
Kill?′ I realized I could never properly explain that word to this creature toiling here in its garden. Had it ever eaten meat? Could it conjugate the verb ’hunt?
It was the tension between these two poles – a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other – that kept me going.
He definitely had a feel for words, almost like an idiot-savant.