There’s a famous Hunter S. Thompson story. He was having trouble coming up with coherent copy for the weekly newspaper column he was writing for the San Francisco Examiner in the 1990s. The massive amounts of cocaine, marijuana and whiskey that he was consuming at the time might have been the source for his stymied journalistic efforts.
So ole’ Hunter came up with a seemingly brilliant solution to his journalistic dilemma. He told his personal assistant: “Just follow me around with a notepad and pen. And every time I utter something brilliant, just write them down. And then we’ll string them all together. And that will be my column.”
And so she did.
So Hunter S. Thompson — a doctor of journalism — would snort a big blast of cocaine. And then have a revelation: “THE BLOOD-SUCKING RATS ARE SCURRYING ACROSS THE TUNDRA LIKE THE VILE FASCISTS THAT THEY ARE!!”
And his assistant would dutifully write that down.
Then Hunter would take a big gulp from his legendary glass of Wild Turkey (on the rocks, naturally) and pronounce. “THE PUKING SIDE-SHOW GEEKS ARE ONE MORE VICIOUS METAPHOR FOR RICHARD NIXON AND THE PERVERSION OF THE GREAT AMERICAN DREAM!!”
And his personal assistant would dutifully write that down (it’s possible they were coming up with a brilliant new form of journalism right before our very eyes).
And, after a couple of hours of this gibberish, they’d have enough words and letters and punctuation marks to send off to William Randolph Hearst the Third (son of son of Citizen Kane senior who was now the publisher of the San Francisco Examiner at the time).
And Hearst would publish Hunter S. Thompson’s gibberish in his award-winning newspaper. And then he’d send Thompson a big, fat check so that Thompson could buy some more cocaine. So the whole system worked. At least for Thompson. If not for most of his readers.
I don’t remember any of those memorable Hunter S. Thompson columns in the San Francisco Examiner. And you probably don’t, either.