"Right now I am focused on going out in my dark front yard and shooting a bear who weighs five hundred pounds and is into a feeding frenzy... I don't want to kill the bear, I just want to sting it in the ass & make it move along. I am a territorial man, and I have been here longer than the bear has.
I don't mind sharing with him, in principle - but the bear is rude, and he makes a mess when he eats. I have plenty of food, and if the bear wants to act right, I will feed him. If he has interesting things to say, I will offer him whisky & shrimp and snow-peas. I am a good listener. But I don't have time for guests who compel me to keep a loaded .44 Magnum on my side of the table because they might go wild & get into a feeding frenzy.
If that happens, I will quickly shoot the beast, but that would bring its own strange problems, and I don't need them.
And so much for that, eh? Fuck bears. I will deal with them soon enough... Right now we are talking about the Letters, many letters, and my job is to find meaning in them, which is not an easy assignment.
All I can see, for sure, is that I got what they call an "adult dose" of American political reality in an era whens the nation seemed to be going up in flames every day of the week. There was no relief from it, and no place to hide. "
Hunter Thompson is an incurable genius. Fear and Loathing in America (xxiv).