Back in 1972, gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson penned a collection of intentionally hilarious articles for Rolling Stone magazine. Drug addled, boozy and preternaturally gun-happy, he heroically skewered jingoism, nepotism, scare-the-hell-out-of-you ism and out-right hippocrisyism (not a real word) while covering the presidential campaign.
Dr. Thompson seems an unlikely chronicler in today’s political and social climate. His steadfast commitment to not falling into line would infuriate many and drive supporters underground. Yet, I cannot help but feel an extraneous kinship with journalism’s most famous 20th Century lunatic.
As I put a toe out the door later today, I will steel myself bravely. I am about to experience Doug Ford’s Come One Come All Unity Rally. Armed only with an ancient Blackberry Passport, I will carry with me that lightness that comes with ignorance, fascination and a feline curiosity.
Since his political party famously dumped its leader for allegedly having sex, forcing sex, threatening sex or not having sex but trolling for it in a hopeful way, Doug Ford has been labeled a bombast, buffoon, drug dealer and idiot.
The kind of dude Hunter would have loved to cover.
I’m going in today with eyes blank and brain empty, all without aid of booze or drugs. What I’m seeking is truth. The kind of truth that you get first hand.
From the campaign trail,
A.B. Funkhauser, conscientious observer
March 19, 2018
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