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spatchRichard M. Nixon died ten years ago today. On a friend's LiveJournal I remarked "Somewhere Hunter S. Thompson is getting loaded and gloating, and he might be pleased to know it's Nixon's deathday at some point too."
I found what HST wrote ten years ago on the occasion of Nixon's funeral, and was not at all surprised to find the gloating, vengeful Thompson in full effect there. While he gets downright screedy near the end of it all (typical for the good Doctor, you must admit) you can just hear him cackling as he finishes the piece, throws an empty bottle at his assistant, and goes outside to fire a few rounds at what may or may not be an actual target.
He's cackling I outlived you, you miserable bastard, and I bet he gloats about it every day and will continue to do so for the rest of his life.
I found what HST wrote ten years ago on the occasion of Nixon's funeral, and was not at all surprised to find the gloating, vengeful Thompson in full effect there. While he gets downright screedy near the end of it all (typical for the good Doctor, you must admit) you can just hear him cackling as he finishes the piece, throws an empty bottle at his assistant, and goes outside to fire a few rounds at what may or may not be an actual target.
He's cackling I outlived you, you miserable bastard, and I bet he gloats about it every day and will continue to do so for the rest of his life.