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screwjackduke · 2 years
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Freak Power: The Ballot or The Bomb
Hunter S. Thompson's Campaign:
"Rip up all city streets with jackhammers" and "sod the streets at once ... All public movement would be by foot and a fleet of bicycles, maintained by the city police force."
"Change the name 'Aspen,' by public referendum, to 'Fat City.' This would prevent greedheads, land-rapers and other human jackals from capitalizing on the name 'Aspen' ... These swine should be fucked, broken, and driven across the land."
"Drug Sales must be controlled. My first act as Sheriff will be to install, on the courthouse lawn, a bastinado platform and a set of stocks in order to punish dishonest dope dealers in a proper public fashion. Each year these dealers cheat millions of people out of millions of dollars ... it will be the general philosophy of the Sheriff’s office that no drug worth taking should be sold for money."
"Hunting and fishing should be forbidden to all non-residents, with the exception of those who can obtain the signed endorsement of a resident- who will then be legally responsible for any violation or abuse committed by the non-resident he has 'signed for' ... By this approach-making hundreds or even thousands of individuals personally responsible for protecting the animals, fish and birds who live here-we would create a sort of de facto game preserve, without the harsh restrictions that will necessarily be forced on us if these blood-thirsty geeks keep swarming in here each autumn to shoot everything they see."
"The Sheriff and his Deputies should never be armed in public. Every urban riot, shoot-out and blood-bath (involving guns) in recent memory has been set off by some trigger-happy cop in a fear frenzy."
"It will be the policy of the Sheriff's office savagely to harass all those engaged in any form of land-rape."
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quotespile · 9 months
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Who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?
Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway
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coolthingsguyslike · 6 months
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"In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.
– Hunter S. Thompson
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night-thief · 2 years
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I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.
- Hunter S. Thompson
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nobeerreviews · 9 months
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We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and - in spite of True Romance magazines - we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely - at least, not all the time - but essentially, and finally, alone.
-- Hunter S. Thompson
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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 10 months
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“The real power in America is held by a fast-emerging new Oligarchy of pimps and preachers who see no need for Democracy or fairness or even trees, except maybe the ones in their own yards, and they don't mind admitting it. They worship money and power and death. Their ideal solution to all the nation's problems would be another 100 Year War.”
—Hunter S. Thompson
[Poetic Outlaws]
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infpisme · 2 years
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honeyfaun · 1 year
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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.
Hunter S. Thompson: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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victusinveritas · 9 months
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litsnaps · 9 months
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screwjackduke · 2 years
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THE NIGHT-WATCH
— Poem by Hunter S. Thompson, 1955
I could see the moon hung high in the sky and the mocking grin on his face. I know he was looking straight at me, perched high in my lonely place. His voice floated down through the crisp night air and I thought I heard him say, “It’s too bad my boy, It’s an awful shame that you have to go this way.” This chilled my heart and I shuddered with fear, for I knew he was right as right could be. It was then that my skin began to crawl and I thought, “What I’d give to be free!” Her face came back to me then like a flash, I remembered the touch of her lips. I remembered the beautiful gold of her hair, her sky-blue eyes and the touch of her finger-tips. Then I cursed myself and tore my hair for I knew I’d been wrong from the start. I’d thrown away every chance I’d had and finally broken her heart. My grief was of that special kind that only comes to men when they reach the end of a lonesome road and see what they could have been. I cried as I thought of the people outside who were happy, and honest, and free. And I knew that not even the lowest one would care to trade places with me. Cold sweat broke out on my forehead now and my scalp felt tight and drawn. What could I do to escape my fate, the electric chair at dawn? I seized the bars, and shrieked, and wailed, like a soul who is lost in hell. But the only voice that answered me was the mid-night toll of a bell.
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quotespile · 4 months
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In a world as weird and cruel as this one we have made for ourselves, I figure anybody who can find peace and personal happiness without ripping off somebody else deserves to be left alone. They will not inherit the earth, but then neither will I... And I have learned to live, as it were, with the idea that I will never find peace and happiness, either. But as long as I know there's a pretty good chance I can get my hands on either one of them every once in a while, I do the best I can between high spots.
Hunter S. Thompson, The Great Shark Hunt
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makeuphall · 1 year
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contremineur · 8 months
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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.
Hunter S. Thompson, from Fear and loathing in Las Vegas (Random House 1971)
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brightdeadthing · 2 years
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dissociation 4 - (part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 5)
virginia wolfe / hunter s. thompson / adrienne rich /  caspar david friedrich / jennifer s. cheng  / jacob robert price / david shevlino / jean-paul sartre / hanif kureishi
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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 10 months
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"I haven't found a drug yet that can get you anywhere near as high as a sitting at a desk writing, trying to imagine a story no matter how bizarre it is, or going out and getting into the weirdness of reality and doing a little time on the Proud Highway."
~ Hunter S. Thompson
[Poetic Outlaws]
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