“… Why bother with newspapers, if this is all they offer? Agnew was right. The press is a gang of cruel faggots. 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.”
— Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
Very educational.
First, I’ve never thought of cruel faggots hanging in gangs…I suddenly feel tougher for the discovery. I wrote for a newspaper for about two years and never realized I resided on the backside of life either, though it was on the short side of wealth. If you’re curious, it does have a garden…at least mine did. And I’ve never seen a building inspector with a hammer in his hand nor a chimp with his pud in his (do they wank differently outside a cage?) Though I did visit a filthy piss-ridden little hole in Bolivia once. I don’t recommend it.
What a creative and yet nasty little jeremiad. I’ve long witnessed that resentment is a doorway to creativity, even if vile.
Wow, thanks for the new word. Had to look up jeremiad.
This quote always pops into my head whenever I’ve had one of “those days” in the newsroom. It doesn’t make me feel like masturbating in a zoo cage, more like throwing my poo at wide-eyed onlookers.
RIP HST…
In memory, I just typed as much of that quote into Google as I could remember, and landed here.
I read that quote long ago, pounded it out on the teletype machine from my news bureau to the main office on a particularly bad night… and went back looking for it years later without success. Is it from F&L in Las Vegas or F&L on the Campaign Trail?