Hunter Thompson Research Paper

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Hunter Stockton Thompson was a legend of journalism. He knew what he was doing, he was amazing at what he did, and he definitely had his own way of doing it. Famous for the creation of “Gonzo” journalism Hunter S. Thompson was very eccentric and wild in everything he did and in everything he wrote. His works have and will be touching and opening the eyes and minds of people for years to come. He singlehandedly changed the world of journalism. Gonzo meaning; wild, crazy, filled with eccentricity, no rules. Thompson was just that. He was an expensive, high speed, wild man who had a tenacious taste for the colorful world of illicit drugs; it would take nothing less than a pistol to stop him. Born on July 18th, in Louisville Kentucky, Thompson …show more content…

Arrested at a young age for theft, he had the choice of prison or the military, Thompson joined the Air Force and after being honorably discharged in 1958, he began his career in journalism. After having several jobs for small town newspapers and a short run at being the print boy for Time magazine, he wanted something bigger. So he did just that. Hunter “settled down,” was married and had a son which him and his wife Sandy Conklin, named Juan. His long-time marriage to Sandy ended in divorce after 20 years of Hunters heavy drug and alcohol use along with always being away from home while he was traveling for work. Hunter Thompson was most famous for the obvious of creating gonzo journalism, but also for authoring the Fear and Loathing chronicles. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and Fear and Loathing on the campaign trail ‘72 and Fear and Loathing in …show more content…

He was a journalism genius and was nothing short of a modern marvel of his time. He was the king of the dope decade. Hunter died in 2005 of a self inflicted bullet wound to the head. His family says he wasn’t suicidal or even depressed, he simply was dying, and he refused to go out like that, he wanted to speed up the process. I envy him and his free spirit, his ability to make peace with himself. I envy that he could live so wild and freely, he went about in life without a care for what will happen next. But “maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish-a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow-to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested… Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times

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