A Most Excellent Mockery
A very funny send-up of one of the worst Hunter S. Thompson imitations ever to disgrace the Interwebs (ineptly written by racist blogger Robert Stacy McCain): That’s not a Doctor of Journalism. This is a Doctor of Journalism.*
Our arrival was badly timed. Most of the pigs from The American Spectator had already arrived. I saw this at a glance. Most of them were just standing around trying to look casual. It was a terrifying scene.
“I thought you should know about this,” the boy said finally.
“Know? Me? Know about what?” I asked.
“Nothing. Nothing at all. Just that this guy … this white supremacist guy … he says he’s you.”
My brain locked up. I couldn’t think. The drugs were taking over. “Is he?”
“No … I don’t think … but he did say something about guns and booze.”
“Guns and booze? Guns and booze? Must be me.” Jesus. What a terrible thing to lay on somebody with a head full of acid. Alright, I thought.
“Alright,” I said. “This Nazi me with guns and gin, where …”
“No gin … he’s just talking about gin like you talk about it when you …”
“Look,” I said. “I’m a Doctor of Journalism. If I can’t minister to my own sober self, what good am I?” I demanded the boy take me to myself.
