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Hunter S. Thompson

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Jesus! How much more of this cheap-jack bullshit can we be expected to take from that stupid little gunsel? Who gives a f**k if he's lonely and depressed down there in San Clemente? If there were any such thing as true justice in this world, his rancid carcass would be somewhere down around Easter Island right now, in the belly of a hammerhead shark.
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Reacting to a Washington Post article on Nixon's life after resignation. Rolling Stone #171 (10 October 1974)

 
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