So here I am just sittin' here staring at my recently re-activated blog... and of course, once it's back up and running, I suddenly feel like I have nothing to say, or too much to say or that my brain is suddenly experiencing a massive system bus crash or degauzing...
Thank God for "Raw Story!" Back when I was writing more regularly that was one of my go-to sites for weird political/social news of the day, and I could always count on driving some readers from there to the "wire" with a well placed comment on their site.
It is then, perhaps, no surprise that upon my first gazing there again, this baleful artifact should show itself: "Jesse Ventura Assuming Role of Hunter S. Thompson."
And there's Gov. "The mind/body/spirit/wind/SEAL/WWFdude/ConspiracyTheoristTVHost..." staring at me with a pair of aviators and lookin' at me like I owe him something...
Yeah... I had to click through the video. It's only a few seconds, but it speaks volumes about this guy's pathetic hubris (note, the book he just "wrote" is dedicated to Rep. Ron "Goldfinger" Paul).
Sorry Jesse, I could have been persuaded to give you props for just saying "hey, I've just started reading Thompson lately, and it's sad we no longer have his wisdom in this troubled age..."
He had to appoint himself as some kind of successor? A move that would surely have earned him the unremitting contempt and firey wrath of the Doctor himself!
To try to claim Thompson for oneself is like trying to claim the whirlwind. There is not another Thompson, and I don't think we will ever see another one. And this attempt to spin goofy right wing conspiracy-foo and a pair of Ray-Bans into a reincarnation of HST only highlights his lack of understanding of what he's been reading (or having read to him...)
You want to be a journalist and TV personality now Jesse? Well, here is wisdom:
The TV business is uglier than most things. It is normally perceived as some kind of cruel and shallow money trench through the heart of the journalism industry, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs, for no good reason.
Journalism is not a profession or a trade. It is a cheap catch-all for fuckoffs and misfits - a false doorway to the backside of life, a filthy piss-ridden little hole nailed off by the building inspector, but just deep enough for a wino to curl up from the sidewalk and masturbate like a chimp in a zoo-cage.
- Hunter S. Thompson, Gonzo's back
Jesse, pray that Thompson is too busy stalking Cthonic horrors out in the primal chaos with a large-bore Elephant Gun and 18-inch Bowie Knife to pay attention to you, lest you wake in the middle of the night to find your bloddy skull meats being gnawed off your living head like a visit from a hungry and pissed-off Marley's ghost!