Was Gonzo New Journalist Hunter S. Thompson, himself an expert on weird, today’s Nostradamus? Did his prophetic quotes foretell the fear and loathing that marks the Age of Trump?
When the going gets tough, the weird turn pro. —– Wouldn’t Weirdo #1, maybe in drag with J.D. Vance and RFK, Jr., be perfect as the Weird Sisters in a professional performance of “MacBeth,” another power-mad conniver?
We are living in dangerously weird times now. Smart people just shrug and admit they’re dazed and confused. The only ones left with any confidence at all are the New Dumb. —– Thompson hated Bush II and Nixon, reality TV warm-up acts for Trump who courts the New Dumb, followers he himself calls “basement dwellers”?
Good news is rare these days, and every glittering ounce of it should be cherished and hoarded and worshipped and fondled like a priceless diamond. —– Or maybe a pearl, a symbol Kamala Harris sports in homage to her AKA sorority? Would Jesus say now’s the time to cast pearls before chauvinistic swine?
I learned a long time ago that reality was much weirder than anyone’s imagination. —– And Trump’s attempted assassinator was a card-carrying NRA Republican?
Yesterday’s weirdness is tomorrow’s reason why. —– The blueprint for tomorrow’s weird reason why? Project 2025.
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. —– Didn’t the Trumpster get caught – again, and again, and again? Who’s the stupid one? Mr. Bunions or the military veterans he castigates, some for what he labels stupidly getting drafted?
The main problem in any democracy is that crowd-pleasers are generally brainless swine who can go out on a stage & whup their supporters into an orgiastic frenzy – then go back to the office & sell every one of the poor bastards down the tube for a nickel apiece. —– Could a time-traveling Thompson have attended a “Make America Grate Again” Trump rally?
Too weird to live, too rare to die! —– But not rare enough to have his election hopes die, right?
It was obvious that he was a man who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear. —– Wasn’t the discordant drumming of Trump’s daily, inane tweets bad enough? And isn’t it shameful so many lemmings march off an alt-right, white cliff to that cacophonous drumming?
He had that rare, weird electricity about him — that extremely wild and heavy presence that you only see in a person who has abandoned all hope of ever behaving normally. —– Bad Behavior? Abnormal? Wild? Weird? Extreme? The Trump litany? If we elect him, would the U.S. abandon all hope?
We cannot expect people to have respect for law and order until we teach respect to those we have entrusted to enforce those laws. —– A convicted criminal as President? An unforgivable precedent? Should we have expected Trump’s Proud Boys and other MAGA D.C. rioters to respect the law?
As far as I’m concerned, it’s a damned shame that a field as potentially dynamic and vital as journalism should be overrun with dullards, bums, and hacks, hag-ridden with myopia, apathy, and complacence, and generally stuck in a bog of stagnant mediocrity. —– QAnon, Fox News, Truth Social, Twitter purport to combat fake news, but as Trump himself tells his minions, if you bellow something long and loud enough, won’t his supporters believe anything?
Republicans have never thought that democracy was anything but a tribal myth. —– From Trump’s Supreme Pickle Balls Court appointees to other like-minded denizens of his Age of Nefarious, hasn’t the GOP continued to mock democratic values?
America… just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable. —– Didn’t Trump’s “Apprentice” blustering convince us he epitomized a stereotypical used car salesman? And wouldn’t it take the equivalent of a snake oil salesman to preach about economic successes after bankrupting a football team and a for-profit University, even while breaking tax laws?
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. —– Pimps and Preachers? Trump’s cabinet if elected?
Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish – a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate . . . . —– Thompson’s prophecy about Trump’s VP selection whose demented claim to be a hillbilly rings nowhere near as true as the outrageous misogynist hate he spews from his black heart against childless cat ladies among others?
All political power comes from the barrel of either guns, pussy, or opium pipes, and people seem to like it that way. —– Though he clouded the country in an opium dream for four years, doesn’t Trump, in his own words, enjoy talking about, if not grabbing, guns and pussy?
Human beings are the only creatures on earth that claim a God and the only thing that behaves like it hasn’t got one. —– Trump courts Evangelicals; for heaven’s sake, why do they ignore his Satanic persona?
Insanity is a legal term. Crazy is an art form. —– If weirdness and craziness are art forms, is Trump the master?
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back. —– Gaining fame in the Age of Aquarius, Thompson paid homage to Bay Area values; was he prophesying that Kamala, in Trump’s Age of Nefarious and with her Bay Area roots, will provide America another high-water mark while purging the fear and loathing that Trump incited?
