Thompson's magazine articles and snippets from his books to imagine the forced urinalysis of Representative Harley O. In Aspen, Colo., where he is running for sheriff, he confronts his natural constituency, the freaks, who insist on voting two weeks before the election and who then gobble Kalmbach and jerks him into the bleachers. Connally's house Allen Ginsberg is there, and 13 thoroughbred horses are slaughtered, 'by drug-crazed guests with magnesium butcher knives.' At the Senate Watergate hearings, he slips an 'ostrich lasso' over

At Super Bowl VIII in Houston, for instance, he attends a party at Johnī. Is this fair to Richard Milhous Nixon? The Columbia Journalism Review certainly wouldn't think so. Pennsylvania Avenue, and trying desperately to remember which one of those 400 identical balconies is the one outside Martha Mitchell's apartment.' towards the Watergate, snarling with lust, loping through the alleys behind paused briefly to strangle the Chow watchdog, then races off into the darkness. In the south wing of the White House and leaps 50 feet down to the lawn.

at the stroke of midnight in Washington, a drooling red-eyed beast with the legs of a man and the head of a giant hyena crawls out of its bedroom window He speaks for the Werewolf in us the bully, the predatory shyster who turns into something unspeakable,įull of claws and bleeding string- warts, on nights when the moon comes too close. 'Our Barbie Doll President, with his Barbie Doll wife and his boxful of Barbie Doll children is also America's answer to the monstrous Mr. Thompson-self-styled doctor of divinity, chemotherapy and 'gonzo' journalism-had a dream or nightmare or vision

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