Why Hunter S. Thompson sucks - Quillette: "High White Notes: The Rise and Fall of Gonzo Journalism—A Review"

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Liber Pater said:
HST was redpilled on 9/11 and (possibly) died as a result. He had enough testicular fortitude for 100+ modern journos, and they all know it.
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It’s definitely interesting: he spent the better portion of his career with extreme Nixon Derangement Syndrome (NDS). I think one of his final writings had him mention meeting Nixon in hell to talk about football (the only shared interest they had). Keep in mind Nixon had been dead for several years and he still was living rent-free in HST’s head. Maybe modern journalists love HST because it reflects their own Trump Derangement Syndrome (TDS), which they plan to milk for several decades (god help us all).

Hysterically enough, I know he was on the campaign trail for Bill Clinton in the early 90s — seeing how Slick Willie was in many ways just as “conservative” as Tricky Dicky, maybe that ate him up inside in addition to the 9/11 redpilling?
 
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Way to earn my first ever "disagree" emote OP. I hate being a faggot negrating peoples shit, post what you want, learn from what you can, discard the rest. But that was some of the most pretentious shit I've ever read.

Summarized:
"Gonzo journalism in general and the writings of H.S.T. in particular suck because he had character flaws"

Cancel culture before cancel culture was a thing.
 
I recall one Hunter S Thompson book, penned late in his career, (It might be Better Than Sex) , which has the air of a paranoid rant rambled into a dictaphone. He addresses the reader throughout as "Bubba".

I have made the book sound better than it is. It is actually a rather tedious portrait of a delusional intelligence worn away by age and substance abuse and running low on battery charge.
 
naaaaiiiiillllll!!! said:
It’s definitely interesting: he spent the better portion of his career with extreme Nixon Derangement Syndrome (NDS). I think one of his final writings had him mention meeting Nixon in hell to talk about football (the only shared interest they had). Keep in mind Nixon had been dead for several years and he still was living rent-free in HST’s head. Maybe modern journalists love HST because it reflects their own Trump Derangement Syndrome (TDS), which they plan to milk for several decades (god help us all).

Hysterically enough, I know he was on the campaign trail for Bill Clinton in the early 90s — seeing how Slick Willie was in many ways just as “conservative” as Tricky Dicky, maybe that ate him up inside in addition to the 9/11 redpilling?
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exactly, while its cool to talk about how awesome he is, if HST managed to live through the trump era we'd all fucking hate him. He is the cancer that killed journalism, all those rage-bait articles from vox,vice,jezebel,etc. that we hate are all blatantly influenced by his faggotry.
 
he strikes me as one of those guys where "him doing his shit was fun and cool. seven billion other assholes doing his shit was so tiresome that it retroactively made him doing his shit annoying"
and yeah I can def see the case to be made that he laid the foundation for "angry blog = journalisms"
also here's him in what appears to be part of an ongoing series of gunfire exchanges between him and a neighbor
 
Save Goober said:
Even in college I found him cringe, along with the "beat generation". Bunch of pathetic guys that probably would have had a community watch thread if the farms existed then. HST probably would have been more of a cult figure like fedsmoker though.
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Allen Ginsberg was a member of NAMBLA so he would get a thread at least.
 
Hunter was a deeply flawed human being.

Bet he was a grade 'A' cunt to most of his friends.

Johnny Depp saw his good side. Payed all that money for the big shot and whatnot.

I'm glad I never met him.

His prose?

It rose. Always getting a rise.

Glad I never got to take sides.

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Do we judge a man by his friends?

Do we?

So what of gay Johnny Depp? What about Warren Zevon? Enjoy every sandwich.

Do we judge a man by the books he read?

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This sounds like a good book. A good comparison. And Hunter needs that. He was a wife-beater, a coward, a shirker, and most of all, in his darkest hours, a consummate professional. When the going got weird, Hunter turned Pro. He was a good for nothing son of a bitch. He also had a dark side.

Failed love at the taco stand. The Kentucky derby is decadent and Depraved. He abused the capital letter like a motherfucker.

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He ended his days writing fucking columns for fucking ESPN. He despised Sportsball. He invented the phrase, just to show his contempt.

In fact, and this is where I personally think he went wrong, he much maligned old Georgey Bush and a week or two later he was dead. And his sports column for ESPN was no more. Some of us saw it coming. Hunter, probably more than most.

He really was a good for nothing son of a bitch. A mumbler. A wife-beater. In a way that his friend Mr. Depp is not. He was a noted coward. And he took the easy way out. I would like to think that G.W. hunted him down for his final words. But the truth is less faithful than that.

Some men meet their fait via ignominy. But Hunter met his via all the words he had said. It wasn't any kind of justice. It just was. And that is the way it is some times.

No calls. No big deal. No need for a hurry. It just was. And that's the best way to go.

If you look sometimes, with the right kind of eyes, you could see the high tide water mark, where the waves broke and ...

 
naaaaiiiiillllll!!! said:
It’s definitely interesting: he spent the better portion of his career with extreme Nixon Derangement Syndrome (NDS). I think one of his final writings had him mention meeting Nixon in hell to talk about football (the only shared interest they had). Keep in mind Nixon had been dead for several years and he still was living rent-free in HST’s head. Maybe modern journalists love HST because it reflects their own Trump Derangement Syndrome (TDS), which they plan to milk for several decades (god help us all).

Hysterically enough, I know he was on the campaign trail for Bill Clinton in the early 90s — seeing how Slick Willie was in many ways just as “conservative” as Tricky Dicky, maybe that ate him up inside in addition to the 9/11 redpilling?
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For what it's worth, Hunter DID mellow on Nixon somewhat in his last years; to the point that Hunter was at the forefront to "rehabilitate" Nixon during those early years of the George W Bush presidency as far as Hunter opining that he wishes Nixon was back because he wasn't "as bad as Bush II" was and pushing the meme that "Nixon would be a liberal if he was alive today".
 
Hunter S. Thompson was really up to any situation; bonding with arch-nemesis Richard Nixon over their encyclopedic knowledge of college and pro football, boozing with Pat Buchanan, and after a long friendship with poet Allen Ginsberg wrote the following eulogy on the occasion of Ginsberg's funeral (sources here):
He was a monster, a dangerous bull-fruit with the brain of an open sore and the conscience of a virus…crazy and queer and small. He was born wrong and he knew it. He was smart but utterly unemployable. The first time I met him in New York he told me that even people who loved him believed he should commit suicide because things would never get better for him. And his poetry professor at Columbia was advising him to get a pre-frontal lobotomy because his brain was getting in his way. “Don’t worry,” I said, “so is mine. I’m getting the same advice. Maybe we should join forces. Hell, if we’re this crazy and dangerous, I think we might have some fun . . .” I spoke to Allen two days before he died. He was gracious as ever. He said he’d welcome the Grim Reaper because he knew he could get into his pants. He could talk with the voice of an angel and dance in your eyes like a fawn. I knew him for thirty years and every time I saw him it was like hearing the music again.
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naaaaiiiiillllll!!! said:
It’s definitely interesting: he spent the better portion of his career with extreme Nixon Derangement Syndrome (NDS). I think one of his final writings had him mention meeting Nixon in hell to talk about football (the only shared interest they had). Keep in mind Nixon had been dead for several years and he still was living rent-free in HST’s head. Maybe modern journalists love HST because it reflects their own Trump Derangement Syndrome (TDS), which they plan to milk for several decades (god help us all).

Hysterically enough, I know he was on the campaign trail for Bill Clinton in the early 90s — seeing how Slick Willie was in many ways just as “conservative” as Tricky Dicky, maybe that ate him up inside in addition to the 9/11 redpilling?
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Liber Pater said:
HST was redpilled on 9/11 and (possibly) died as a result. He had enough testicular fortitude for 100+ modern journos, and they all know it.
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There was always tale on the urban legend side that Hunter was a flunky of the elites (you don't fly that close to the sun without sucking a few dicks and live). That he was involved in the underground snuff film trade with Italian horror film director Lucio Fulci; using runaways as "stars" in the films. He even did an article for ESPN that alluded to it, where he is talking about fall/winter and implying, wishfully, about how in the fall/winter months stats for children and teens going missing spike and how "the elites "stock up" in the fall to wait out the winter" in the same breathe.

Plus, Hunter was the first to really get the ball rolling on "rehabbing" Nixon on the left to use as a weapon against George W Bush post-911.

Also, one of the reasons Hunter stopped working for Rolling Stone magazine is Jann Wenner was pissed the fuck off at him for making a scene at a recorded for MTV "gab session" with Clinton right around the time he got elected.

The meeting was a big deal with Wenner, PJ O'Rourke, Hunter and several other big wig journalists at the magazine meeting Bill, cameras rolling, and Hunter quickly realized Bill was a DINO when he rejected some far left wing stuff Hunter asked him about (IIRC it was about drug legalization that led to Bill reaffirming he was going to be tough on crime/drug offenders). After asking his questions, Hunter silently started to sulk and pout the entire rest of the conference, and later told Wenner and O'Rourke (who came out of the meeting equally unimpressed as far as the "the only thing he learned about Clinton that he didn't already know was who was his favorite Beatle") that Bill was a sell out and that he regretted ever wanting him to be President, let alone paying big money for fancy cigars that he gave him before the meeting began.

Wenner really disliked that Hunter pouted/sulked like he did and embarrassed him in front of Clinton (who Wenner was trying to suck up to big time). Wenner and Hunter were already on the outs by that point (Hunter wanted more money for his work, Wenner was accusing Hunter of being a prima donna who was more concerned with fame and being famous for being famous and accusing him of turning down assignments; which led to his last big story for Rolling Stone, the infamous Pulitzer divorce case; which Hunter did only because Wenner dared him to write about it by claiming he had lost his touch as a writer partying and doing drugs), but it pretty much sealed the end of their working relationship.
 
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