Monday, February 20, 2012
Strange vibrations on this night in the year of our Lord 2012. Seven years. Seven years of quiet. Seven years without the proper insanity to balance the evil insanity that are the powers that be. Idiots. Bastards. Swine. You are gone and there will not be another like you. Fear and loathing in the new millennium. Where ever you are now, I hope you have rid yourself from the pain of being a man.
...and that you have the regular satisfaction of stomping Richard Milhous Nixon.
Rest in peace, Hunter Stockton Thompson (July 18, 1937 – February 20, 2005).