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August 18, 2003

the hunter

last night, kristina and i had dinner with gordon and his wife judith. oh if only the world were filled with such generous and giant hearted people. if only this great big country had the courage to feel. i rise, and while making tea, thumb through the newspaper. water to baghdad broken. guerilla warfare that they don't really mention. arnold. jesus. where is the poetry? i think they should have printed this on the front page of the new york times yesterday. go hunter, go.

"who does vote for these dishonest shitheads? who among us can be happy and proud of having all this innocent blood on our hands? who are these swine? these flag-sucking half-wits who get fleeced and fooled by stupid little rich kids like george bush? they are the same ones who wanted to have muhammad ali locked up for refusing to kill their "gooks." they speak for all that is cruel and stupid and viscious in the american character. they are the racists and hate mongers among us~ they are the ku klux klan. i piss down the throats of these nazis. and i am too old to worry whether they like it or not. fuck them."

~ hunter s. thompson

Posted by jeff at August 18, 2003 08:55 AM

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