Lileks Deconstructs Hunter S. Thompson

Today's Bleat takes aim at the patron saint of "Gonzo Journalism", Hunter S. Thompson. The result ain't pretty:

Of course in Thompson's world the Big Darkness is always coming. Every day it doesn't come means it'll just be bigger and darker when it finally arrives. He's the anti-rooster, bitching about the dawn: sure, it worked today, but one of these days the sun won't come up, and then where will you be? Sitting on your nest popping out eggs like THEY want you to, completely unprepared for the Big Darkness! Which will be huge! And dark!

It would be funny if it was, well, funny, but it's not even that. It's just rote spew from the other side of the latter sixties. You had your Hopeful Hippies, the face-painters and daisy-strewers, convinced that human nature and human history could be irrevocably changed if we all held hands, listened to "Imagine" and realized that the war is not the answer. Regardless of the question. But the other side was the sort of dank twitchy nihilism Thompson spouts. It has no lessons, no morals, no hope. Imagine, Winston, that the future consists of a boot pressing on a face. Here's the worst part, Winston — inside the boot is NIXON'S FOOT.

Thompson has less hope than the Islamists; at least they have an afterlife to look forward to. All we have is a country so rotten and exhausted it's not worth defending. It never was, of course, but it's even less defensible now than before.

He can say what he wants. Drink what he wants. Drive where he wants. Do what he wants. He's done okay in America. And he hates this country. Hates it. This appeals to high school kids and collegiate-aged students getting that first hot eye-crossing hit from the Screw Dad pipe, but it's rather pathetic in aged moneyed authors. And it would be irrelevant if this same spirit didn't infect on whom Hunter S. had an immense influence. He's the guy who made nihilism hip. He's the guy who taught a generation that the only thing you should believe is this: don't trust anyone who believes anything. He's the patron saint of journalism, whether journalists know it or not.