Who’s our Hunter S. Thompson? I’m asking seriously. Is there a prolific author out there who’s got the writing chops and the “I don’t give a fuck attitude?” If there is an author like Thompson, give me his name, because I want to embrace him the way I have Thompson.
Hunter S. wasn’t a fan of Christmas (act shocked) and all it entailed. He wrote this in a Rolling Stone piece the same year he lit this tree on fire.
“It is still a day that only amateurs can love. It is all well and good for children and acid freaks to still believe in Santa Claus—but it is still a profoundly morbid day for us working professionals. It is unsettling to know that one out of every twenty people you meet on Christmas will be dead this time next year… Some people can accept this, and some can’t. That is why God made whiskey, and also why Wild Turkey comes in $300 shaped canisters during most of the Christmas season.”
Now, according this this account, this all might have been for show — a reporter was following Thompson around the day he lit this symbol of commercialism and watched it burn, but still, it’s pretty ballsy. Imagine if Thompson were alive today to see just how out of hand the holidays have gotten. He might take down entire malls.
[H/T: Gothamist]