Do you know who Hunter S. Thompson is?

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Just from reading posts around here, I have a feeling the name Hunter S. Thompson might not exactly spark fireworks for most of you. A couple of you, maybe. The literary renegades. The pop culture historians. But for many? The name might sit there quietly… until I mention a certain desert fever dream. Does the movie Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas ring a bell? The 1998 film starred Johnny Depp as a journalist spiraling through neon chaos in the Nevada desert. That movie was based on Thompson’s 1971 book, and it wasn’t just a story. It was a full blown hallucination printed on paper. The book followed Thompson’s alter ego, Raoul Duke, on what was supposedly an assignment to cover a motorcycle race in Las Vegas. Instead, it became a wild, unfiltered dive into the American Dream… or what was left of it. But Thompson was far more than one psychedelic road trip. He was the father of what became known as Gonzo journalism, a style where the reporter does not stand politely on the sidelines. The reporter jumps into the story, knocks over a chair, and becomes part of the chaos. Thompson embedded himself with the Hells Angels in the 1960s and wrote Hell’s Angels, a book that didn’t romanticize them so much as crawl into the smoke with them. He covered the 1972 presidential campaign in Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ’72, skewering politicians with language that felt less like reporting and more like artillery fire. He wrote about everything from the Kentucky Derby to Nixon with the same savage wit and sharp eye. In fact, his hatred of Richard Nixon was so legendary it practically had its own zip code. Thompson wasn’t just a writer. He was a character. Aviator sunglasses welded to his face, cigarette holder dangling, typewriter rattling like a machine gun. He blurred the line between journalism and performance art. Some called him reckless. Others called him brilliant. Most agreed he was unforgettable. So before this post, did you know who Hunter S. Thompson was? Or did he only ride into your awareness on the back of a strange little film about bats, desert highways, and the unraveling of the American Dream?