HST (aka "Raoul Duke") illustrated by Ralph Steadman
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"These are bad times for people who like to sit outside the library at dawn on a rainy morning and get ripped to the tits on crank and powerful music ..."
[Hunter S. Thompson]
Mtlanglo, blogging from Montreal in Waking Up In Bliss -
<<< As writers, and specifically as bloggers, I think we owe a huge debt to (Hunter S. Thompson) for escaping the confines of "objective journalism" some forty years ago and playing fast and loose with decorum, drug and firearm laws, community standards and libel laws. The written word can paint a much more diverse picture thanks to him, and he will be sorely missed.
Hunter S. Thompson and George W. Bush -
Tim Grieve in SALON "War Room"
We can only imagine what Thompson would be writing today, as the mainstream press begins to digest the president's audiotaped confession of past drug use ... Bush admits that he used marijuana and comes awfully close to acknowledging that he used cocaine as well ...
Thompson claimed to know a thing or two about the president's partying past. In an interview with The Independent in 2004, Thompson said he remembered meeting Bush at Thompson's Super Bowl party in Houston in 1974. He said that Bush was "with a guy who had come to sell . . . " - but then cut himself off. "Look, I'm not going to put this next sentence on the record. Let's just say that 'a friend of mine' was buying cocaine. I have friends in Houston from all walks of life. Lawyers. Professional men. Bush was hanging around with this crowd of what you might call gilded coke dilettantes."
Thompson's memory wasn't always the most reliable, and his story about his Houston encounter with Bush evolved over time. But in the 2004 telling of it, at least, Thompson said the future president had left an indelible impression on him. "He knew who I was, at that time, because I had a reputation as a writer," Thompson said. "I knew he was part of the Bush dynasty. But he was nothing, he offered nothing, and he promised nothing. He had no humor. He was insignificant in every way and consequently I didn't pay much attention to him. But when he passed out in my bathtub, then I noticed him. I'd been in another room, talking to the bright people. I had to have him taken away."
Johnny Depp plays Doctor
NHL SEASON CANCELLED!
So, what's the penguin doin' in Pittsboog?!
<<< Duh! Like, leaving?
ADVENTURES IN HOMELAND SECURITY . . .
Lyle Lovett has irritated some federal air marshals by getting a tour of their training facility in Washington, D.C., from Federal Air Marshal Service Director Thomas Quinn, an old motorcycling buddy of his, which they claim was a security breach ... NY Daily News He's lucky they didn't detain his
hair!
The Jeff Gannon/JG Duckert Saga Continues to Unfold
Wonkette calls him "Nature's Perfect Whore" - and salutes him, sort of . . .
Seriously, looks like all of Karl Rove's plans are coming to fruition! Step one: distract the lefties with pictures of cock!
In any event: Jeff Gannon/JG Duckert is our hero -- and he should be a hero to bloggers everywhere. If a loon hooker, working under a pseudonym for a made-up news organization, can spend his days being buddy-buddy with Scott McClellan and George Bush, why, anything can happen for the rest of us!
So we raise our glasses to Jeff Gannon. We want more ass-fuckers in the White House, not fewer! Also? Anyone who apparently commands $1200 for a weekend of outcalls demands our respect.
Da Rev always checks out the daily poem @ Garrison Keillor's Writer's Almanac
Today's Poem by Matt Cook:
"To Capitalize Ungodly"
In Colonial America
People would fire up the oxcart,
Go into town, and trade hay for firewood.
Then they would come home from all that, and unload the firewood.
Then they would sit around and read Virgil.
Men who could stack firewood neatly
Were considered good marriage prospects—
People would give out slaves as wedding presents.
During the wintertime, shopkeepers would scatter oyster shells
On sidewalks to improve footing.
People wondered whether or not to capitalize 'ungodly'.
For fun, people would have simple boating parties.
People would get malaria and then their ears would start ringing.
Remember that painting, that Gilbert Stuart painting of Washington?
Sure you remember that thing, everybody does, the really famous one—
Seriously, I used to like that picture a lot,
But then I realized that everything Stuart ever did looked like Washington.
I saw this self-portrait Stuart made of himself—
It looked exactly like Washington.
(Click it and pray . . .)
Good fortune. Please spread the meme. Please comment. Don't smoke in bed.
Da Rev
