April 22nd, 2004
|11:54 am - "You're goddamned right I've come to bury Caesar, now pass the amyl nitrate..."|
Richard 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.
That is like the Lord High Almighty King of All Rants, the invincible Standard against which all ranting must from now on be compared, and by which Standard all will surely be found lacking in some measure. It is like a Platonic Ideal of Rantiness. Holy crap, that was fucking cool.
Just by way, there was a comment I recall from at the time, attributed (perhaps apocryphally) to Noam Chomsky, which cuts Nixon just as harshly, though in far fewer words: "Trying to define Nixon's legacy in terms of achieving detente with China is like remembering Hitler as the founder of modern large-scale rocketry."
|Date:||April 22nd, 2004 01:01 pm (UTC)|| |
amyl nitrate. *sniffs* one of the last legal highs left in the yoo-nah-tid states of uhmurrrkah.
Oh man...I remember rereading this last week. Its among the most brutal things ever. As I said in my livejournal, my favorite line is when he states that Nixon's body should have been burned in a garbage can.
I liked the comparason to Sammy Glick, myself...