Was "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" Written About Obama's Trip on 9/12/2012?

[boedicca]

So, was "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" about Obama's campaign fundraising trip on September 12, 2012 after he punted on saving the staff in Benghazi?

 

[whitehall]

Lefties loved self described "gonzo reporter" Hunter Thompson who allegedly wrote "fear and loathing" in his rare sober moments because he hated Dick Nixon but in later years he realized what an ass-hole he had been and how the liberal media didn't care about his drug induced rants anymore and they were just using him. The great "gonzo" went out with a whimper when he put a .44 mag to his head and pulled the trigger.

 

[TheOldSchool]

Lefties loved self described "gonzo reporter" Hunter Thompson who allegedly wrote "fear and loathing" in his rare sober moments because he hated Dick Nixon but in later years he realized what an ass-hole he had been and how the liberal media didn't care about his drug induced rants anymore and they were just using him. The great "gonzo" went out with a whimper when he put a .44 mag to his head and pulled the trigger.

That motherfucker was awesome. His last words he ever said to anyone were that the government was going to kill him and make it look like suicide.

Then, in accordance with his will, a rocket flew his ashes through the atmosphere while "Tambourine Man" blared from the speakers.

 

[whitehall]

Lefties loved self described "gonzo reporter" Hunter Thompson who allegedly wrote "fear and loathing" in his rare sober moments because he hated Dick Nixon but in later years he realized what an ass-hole he had been and how the liberal media didn't care about his drug induced rants anymore and they were just using him. The great "gonzo" went out with a whimper when he put a .44 mag to his head and pulled the trigger.

That motherfucker was awesome. His last words he ever said to anyone were that the government was going to kill him and make it look like suicide.

Then, in accordance with his will, a rocket flew his ashes through the atmosphere while "Tambourine Man" blared from the speakers.

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Thompson was irreverent and biased and bigoted and an insane substance abuser. He was never a good writer even in his rare sober moments. Above all he was a coward in his last days when he found out his bull shit was really bull shit. I bet the rocket that flew his ashes was a phony as his legacy.

 

[TheOldSchool]

Lefties loved self described "gonzo reporter" Hunter Thompson who allegedly wrote "fear and loathing" in his rare sober moments because he hated Dick Nixon but in later years he realized what an ass-hole he had been and how the liberal media didn't care about his drug induced rants anymore and they were just using him. The great "gonzo" went out with a whimper when he put a .44 mag to his head and pulled the trigger.

That motherfucker was awesome. His last words he ever said to anyone were that the government was going to kill him and make it look like suicide.

Then, in accordance with his will, a rocket flew his ashes through the atmosphere while "Tambourine Man" blared from the speakers.

'

Thompson was irreverent and biased and bigoted and an insane substance abuser. He was never a good writer even in his rare sober moments. I bet the rocket that flew his ashes was a phony as his legacy.

Man you're just hating on the guy. He was a lunatic sure. And was a pretty foul person yes. Hmm... maybe there is a good reason to hate on the guy.

But he was very good at what he did.

“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.”

^ Read that man. It's beautiful.

 

[Moonglow]

Twist the shit however you want bodicka...

 

[Mr. H.]

Shirley you're thinking of "Leaving Las Vegas".

Obama is an insufferable drunkard, inebriated on power politics and mom jeans.