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You're going to suck the guy's dick too?
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People like Hunter S Thompson are only 'cool' because they're individuals. The world can tolerate precisely one of them. Liking them is fine, obsessing over them is pathetic but there's nothing sadder than trying to copy somebody who's entire shtick is being different.
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Have read HST's work for many years. His books on the 1972 Presidential campaign and the Hell's Angels are must-reads.
Unfortunately, as time went by HST lost his mojo. Later works kept slipping in quality so much that I didn't read the last ones. HST was definitely a product of his (and my) time - the 60's and 70's.
HST lives in my memories as the gonzo dude of the 60's and 70's. They broke the mold when they made him. Nobody else did it, or could do it any better when HST was at his best.
Take that to stall four, Matt. NFG here.
Unfortunately, as time went by HST lost his mojo. Later works kept slipping in quality so much that I didn't read the last ones. HST was definitely a product of his (and my) time - the 60's and 70's.
HST lives in my memories as the gonzo dude of the 60's and 70's. They broke the mold when they made him. Nobody else did it, or could do it any better when HST was at his best.
Take that to stall four, Matt. NFG here.
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Well, even if people didn't understand that was a joke, I at least got a laugh out of writing it.
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We always did. About a full quarter of any given lolcow thread is composed of pity for the subject with a layer of vinegar attached. Hell, they're actually filled with valid advice for the lolcow in question if they followed it ( "actually stick to keto jack", "get some fashion advice film robert", "wash your face Russell greer").
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Speaking of,
Spider Jerusalem is pretty much based on Hunter Thompson.
EDIT: however...
Yikes!
Spider Jerusalem is pretty much based on Hunter Thompson.
EDIT: however...
Yikes!
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Reads the title.
Who?
Who?
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Theres a reason Thompson was alive for 35 years after fear and loathing and still couldnt write a single thing close to it. Its like idolizing Fred Durst for his song writing ability. Hes a glorified one hit wonder and only ended up with Superstar status because he made the right connections. Youd have to be a fucking idiot to think he was the only journalist into drugs or guns. People might as well be praising the guy that made the dancing baby gif and saying it inspired their work.
99% shot most people under 40 only know him from the terry Gilliam movie.
But let it be known he would consider this site a Nixon clone factory. He would have wanted null skinned alive for standing up to the woke new zeland government.
99% shot most people under 40 only know him from the terry Gilliam movie.
Even thats only technically true, he lived on a meager journalist salary for almost his entire life. Its just that living in the southwest outside of a major city is pretty cheap, as is alcohol, ammo, and drugs.
But let it be known he would consider this site a Nixon clone factory. He would have wanted null skinned alive for standing up to the woke new zeland government.
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Who knows how much money he made from Rum Diary. And The Rolling Stone was probably a high paying job. After all, he was famous. But who knows.
He reminds me of Ethan Ralph.
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Pretty much. Also you can tell how many pathetic gen-Xers are here by the fact that any shitting on Thompson leads to a string of negative stickers. (I know you faggots have a rule about mentioning them but im breaking those rules and inserting myself into the thread topic just like Raoul would have)
Null is right about HST lovers. Also lets be honest that old degenerate would love cuties
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You can literally say that about anyone who is obsessed with an icon, such as Elvis diehards. You village idiot.
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As someone who is a self-appointed pseudo-intellectual writer, I'm gonna say I don't idolize Hunter S Thompson for one pretty simple reason. Every clip I see of him kind reminds me of hanging out with my alcoholic grandfathers, both of whom died alone and in misery trying to pretend that drinking vodka, shooting guns and complaining about women was the best possible life anyone could live. In the clips he actually has some mannerisms and movements that are like dead ringers for at least one of my grandparents. Its uncanny.
But they aren't really the only ones. There's a lot of people around here like that, who act like they know everything despite the fact that they just sit around and watch soap operas all day. The HST worship might just be boomers trying to recapture their youth and hip counterculture movement. In my opinion reading about the man is actually more interesting than reading anything he actually wrote. He's better served as a warning than an idol.
But they aren't really the only ones. There's a lot of people around here like that, who act like they know everything despite the fact that they just sit around and watch soap operas all day. The HST worship might just be boomers trying to recapture their youth and hip counterculture movement. In my opinion reading about the man is actually more interesting than reading anything he actually wrote. He's better served as a warning than an idol.
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Do it faggot! Shit on him, I fucking dare you! My fucking idol. You'll be sorry is all I'll say...
Yeah, you're right in a way. That phenomenon is a real thing. HST (not to be confused with HRT) brings that out in people. It's called 'devotion'. Or was it 'delusion', I can never remember. Ditto Bill Hicks.
Take them for what they are, at the point of time and space that you meet them.
Hunter was a deceptively good writer. He studied the works of Hemmingway and Faulkner and tippity tapped them out on his cranky old mechanical typewriter for hours on end. So he said anyway. I believe him. Thousands wouldn't.
He covered shit that real people were interested in like politics and motorbikes and drugs and degenerates and power structures and booze and sleaze and twisted nipples, you fool.
We were somewhere around the beginning of the 21st Century when the reality started to take hold...
He may not have been the greatest writer in the world. I'm not enough of an expert to give that opinion either way. But even for a literary dumb fuck like me I could see the subtle nuance and power in his writing. Striving, stretching for something more. Sometimes hitting the mark, the high watermark.
I remember reading the last words he wrote. It was a sports ESPN column that he had been syndicated for because no one else really wanted to touch him. He was pretty washed up by that point. But still, it was good work. He was shit-mouthing Bush et al and the whole 911 shitshow aftermath. I thought, gee, he'd better not go on like that or he'll be comitting suicide soon. Guess what? As the years have gone on I'm inclined more and more to believe he wasn't suicided but rather took the easy way out when pain had overcome his body and all those drugs he took in his youth just didn't work any more.
I've read every word he's ever written that I could find. He does comedy, he makes you laugh. He does politics, he gives you a glimpse behind the curtain. He does motorbikes, he makes you wanna ride. Fuck yeah.
There was a rumour going around about him that he was some kind of manager at an emporium where snuff films were being shown, even that he might have been involved in the making of those films. He did talk about some very rich people putting on shows with degenerates and their doggies. I'm sure he saw a lot of things. The snuff stuff has pretty much been debunked but shit sticks and here we are still talking about it, besmirching the Good Doctor's name.
I have no doubt he was a grade A fucking asshole. But he was loyal to those close to him, so it is said. Hence Johnny Depp's love for him and putting on that grand show for his finale. See also his affection for Warren Zevon - enjoy every sandwich motherfuckers because that is all there fucking is.
He was probably as much a counter-culture icon and celebrity as he was a great writer. He was also a master troll. He ran for Sheriff's office or something fucking stupid. He never was gonna win, but it put the cat among the pigeons. People feared him because he was a loose cannon. And that's not a bad thing to have under your belt whether you really are crazy or not. In his dotage he was just another cantakerous old man with his best days behind him. Yeah, more I think about it, it makes perfect sense. I'm sure he really did blow his brains out while his family were in the room next door and some poor cunt had to come in and scrape the bits off the walls. He really was that fucking selfish, I wouldn't put it past him. He was a cunt's cunt.
Will they say that he was a good man, a wise man? He goes too far sometimes, he'd be the first to admit it. Did you know that the middle word in life is 'if'? The horror.
All those words and films and books and songs of that time were meant to portray the deep insanity that people felt about the times they were living in, and what would happen if things were left unchecked. Well, here we are folks.
Hunter was at his best when he was sober. I mean, when his words were sober, whether he was actually sober at the time who can say. There's a book of his called Proud Highway. It's really a collection of essays and letters he wrote before he became famous. You can read some of the most beautiful words he wrote as he advises one of his close friends about what direction they should take in life. It's a big book. From the heart. Sometimes very pedestrian and sometimes throwing up real gems like the aforementioned piece.
Proud Highway by Hunter S. Thompson: 9780345377968 | PenguinRandomHouse.com: Books
Here, for the first time, is the private and most intimate correspondence of one of America's most influential and incisive journalists--Hunter S. Thompson. In letters to a Who's Who of luminaries from...
www.penguinrandomhouse.com
Here, for the first time, is the private and most intimate correspondence of one of America’s most influential and incisive journalists–Hunter S. Thompson. In letters to a Who’s Who of luminaries from Norman Mailer to Charles Kuralt, Tom Wolfe to Lyndon Johnson, William Styron to Joan Baez–not to mention his mother, the NRA, and a chain of newspaper editors–Thompson vividly catches the tenor of the times in 1960s America and channels it all through his own razor-sharp perspective. Passionate in their admiration, merciless in their scorn, and never anything less than fascinating, the dispatches of The Proud Highway offer an unprecedented and penetrating gaze into the evolution of the most outrageous raconteur/provocateur ever to assault a typewriter.
Proud Highway also showcases his photographic talent, which was not all that bad tbh. He was big in to cameras and would muse on their weak/strong points the way he would muse over a Ducati 900 not really being an essential item in life, but damn if it wasn't FUN when all you want to experience is sheer speed and exhilaration. He was a nerd and a fucking sperg. A bluffer's bluffer. He bluffed it further than any bluffer had a honest right to expect. And payed the price.
Hunter was never going to fit in to normie life. It's good that he got to live the life he did after getting kicked out of the USAF.
That time Hunter S. Thompson wrote the greatest press release in military history
That time Hunter S. Thompson wrote the greatest press release in military history
Though he served just little more than a year in the U.S. Air Force, Hunter S. Thompson left an indelible mark on the service: By giving us the single greatest press release in military history.
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You don't have to idolise the man. You don't even have to like him.
But if you look with the right kind of eyes, you can see the high watermark that he reached.
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.”
And now that wave has gone right back out again and is coming back in to shore in the other direction.
One of God's very own prototypes, never intended for mass production.
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his ESPN stuff was pretty good. I wish they’d adapt Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail 72’ into a movie already.
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Please stop the Reddit spacing.Do it faggot! Shit on him, I fucking dare you! My fucking idol. You'll be sorry is all I'll say...
Yeah, you're right in a way. That phenomenon is a real thing. HST (not to be confused with HRT) brings that out in people. It's called 'devotion'. Or was it 'delusion', I can never remember. Ditto Bill Hicks.
Take them for what they are, at the point of time and space that you meet them.
Hunter was a deceptively good writer. He studied the works of Hemmingway and Faulkner and tippity tapped them out on his cranky old mechanical typewriter for hours on end. So he said anyway. I believe him. Thousands wouldn't.
He covered shit that real people were interested in like politics and motorbikes and drugs and degenerates and power structures and booze and sleaze and twisted nipples, you fool.
We were somewhere around the beginning of the 21st Century when the reality started to take hold...
He may not have been the greatest writer in the world. I'm not enough of an expert to give that opinion either way. But even for a literary dumb fuck like me I could see the subtle nuance and power in his writing. Striving, stretching for something more. Sometimes hitting the mark, the high watermark.
I remember reading the last words he wrote. It was a sports ESPN column that he had been syndicated for because no one else really wanted to touch him. He was pretty washed up by that point. But still, it was good work. He was shit-mouthing Bush et al and the whole 911 shitshow aftermath. I thought, gee, he'd better not go on like that or he'll be comitting suicide soon. Guess what? As the years have gone on I'm inclined more and more to believe he wasn't suicided but rather took the easy way out when pain had overcome his body and all those drugs he took in his youth just didn't work any more.
I've read every word he's ever written that I could find. He does comedy, he makes you laugh. He does politics, he gives you a glimpse behind the curtain. He does motorbikes, he makes you wanna ride. Fuck yeah.
There was a rumour going around about him that he was some kind of manager at an emporium where snuff films were being shown, even that he might have been involved in the making of those films. He did talk about some very rich people putting on shows with degenerates and their doggies. I'm sure he saw a lot of things. The snuff stuff has pretty much been debunked but shit sticks and here we are still talking about it, besmirching the Good Doctor's name.
I have no doubt he was a grade A fucking asshole. But he was loyal to those close to him, so it is said. Hence Johnny Depp's love for him and putting on that grand show for his finale. See also his affection for Warren Zevon - enjoy every sandwich motherfuckers because that is all there fucking is.
He was probably as much a counter-culture icon and celebrity as he was a great writer. He was also a master troll. He ran for Sheriff's office or something fucking stupid. He never was gonna win, but it put the cat among the pigeons. People feared him because he was a loose cannon. And that's not a bad thing to have under your belt whether you really are crazy or not. In his dotage he was just another cantakerous old man with his best days behind him. Yeah, more I think about it, it makes perfect sense. I'm sure he really did blow his brains out while his family were in the room next door and some poor cunt had to come in and scrape the bits off the walls. He really was that fucking selfish, I wouldn't put it past him. He was a cunt's cunt.
Will they say that he was a good man, a wise man? He goes too far sometimes, he'd be the first to admit it. Did you know that the middle word in life is 'if'? The horror.
All those words and films and books and songs of that time were meant to portray the deep insanity that people felt about the times they were living in, and what would happen if things were left unchecked. Well, here we are folks.
Hunter was at his best when he was sober. I mean, when his words were sober, whether he was actually sober at the time who can say. There's a book of his called Proud Highway. It's really a collection of essays and letters he wrote before he became famous. You can read some of the most beautiful words he wrote as he advises one of his close friends about what direction they should take in life. It's a big book. From the heart. Sometimes very pedestrian and sometimes throwing up real gems like the aforementioned piece.
Proud Highway by Hunter S. Thompson: 9780345377968 | PenguinRandomHouse.com: Books
Here, for the first time, is the private and most intimate correspondence of one of America's most influential and incisive journalists--Hunter S. Thompson. In letters to a Who's Who of luminaries from...www.penguinrandomhouse.com
Here, for the first time, is the private and most intimate correspondence of one of America’s most influential and incisive journalists–Hunter S. Thompson. In letters to a Who’s Who of luminaries from Norman Mailer to Charles Kuralt, Tom Wolfe to Lyndon Johnson, William Styron to Joan Baez–not to mention his mother, the NRA, and a chain of newspaper editors–Thompson vividly catches the tenor of the times in 1960s America and channels it all through his own razor-sharp perspective. Passionate in their admiration, merciless in their scorn, and never anything less than fascinating, the dispatches of The Proud Highway offer an unprecedented and penetrating gaze into the evolution of the most outrageous raconteur/provocateur ever to assault a typewriter.
Proud Highway also showcases his photographic talent, which was not all that bad tbh. He was big in to cameras and would muse on their weak/strong points the way he would muse over a Ducati 900 not really being an essential item in life, but damn if it wasn't FUN when all you want to experience is sheer speed and exhilaration. He was a nerd and a fucking sperg. A bluffer's bluffer. He bluffed it further than any bluffer had a honest right to expect. And payed the price.
Hunter was never going to fit in to normie life. It's good that he got to live the life he did after getting kicked out of the USAF.
That time Hunter S. Thompson wrote the greatest press release in military history
That time Hunter S. Thompson wrote the greatest press release in military history
Though he served just little more than a year in the U.S. Air Force, Hunter S. Thompson left an indelible mark on the service: By giving us the single greatest press release in military history.
You don't have to idolise the man. You don't even have to like him.
But if you look with the right kind of eyes, you can see the high watermark that he reached.
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.”
And now that wave has gone right back out again and is coming back in to shore in the other direction.
One of God's very own prototypes, never intended for mass production.
Also, props for the essay. But, he was a drunken sperg that could write. Prologue to IBS when the Information Superhighway was a typewriter and the names of the California Elite who ruined their state. If he got a dishonorable discharge (essentially equiv to a felony), he would be the prototype Ethan Ralph.
No Gods, No Kings. Take the hero worship elsewhere.
Fuck. Your. Idols.
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No wonder Ethan Ralph and dick love him all it takes is one big break and assholes like you will defend him the rest of your lives.
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Come on man, bring something to the table. This is a great topic. If you got something to say, give us a paragraph at least. Stop being so fucking Greta Garbo enigmatic about it all.
Just remember, when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro!
Who is Ethan Ralph btw?
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Do Ralph and Dick really idolize Thompson? I heard PPP implying he was their hero, but I don't see it. 'Bragging about your sexploits like a teenager' wasn't really Thompson's persona. Maybe they're even bigger brainlets than I thought and cherrypicked the abrasiveness and willingness to act strange in public, but without any of the wit or charm to excuse it.
More on topic, HST is pretty interesting. He had a creative and entertaining writing style, and he really seemed a product of his era. The Great Shark Hunt is like a great time capsule of 60s and 70s America made up of journalistic vignettes, written by someone who was on the very outer fringe of counterculture, but also self-aware and intelligent enough to describe and criticize it in interesting ways.
He's well-worth reading for both artistic and historical reasons, but I can't see why anyone in their right mind would want to emulate him. For starters, the period and mentality he embodied has long bedn dead, and began to die during his lifetime. Most of his writings are from the early 70s, in which he already was an ageing, disillusioned and perhaps even embittered hippie, as critical of the failures of the 60s counterculture as he was of the America that was seeming to move on from it.
Second reason not to emulate him: nigga almost certainly fried his brains with drugs. There's a good reason he killed himself in old age. He might've been a unique writer because of them, but he was also a crazy son of a bitch.
More on topic, HST is pretty interesting. He had a creative and entertaining writing style, and he really seemed a product of his era. The Great Shark Hunt is like a great time capsule of 60s and 70s America made up of journalistic vignettes, written by someone who was on the very outer fringe of counterculture, but also self-aware and intelligent enough to describe and criticize it in interesting ways.
He's well-worth reading for both artistic and historical reasons, but I can't see why anyone in their right mind would want to emulate him. For starters, the period and mentality he embodied has long bedn dead, and began to die during his lifetime. Most of his writings are from the early 70s, in which he already was an ageing, disillusioned and perhaps even embittered hippie, as critical of the failures of the 60s counterculture as he was of the America that was seeming to move on from it.
Second reason not to emulate him: nigga almost certainly fried his brains with drugs. There's a good reason he killed himself in old age. He might've been a unique writer because of them, but he was also a crazy son of a bitch.
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He summed it up clear as day when he said: "I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol violence or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me."
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