Better than Sex by Hunter S. ThompsonMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
Narraged by Scott Sowers
...if you want to get elected, it is better to be Mean than to be Funny.
Casual racism
...As for fleet movements—they’re not essential in that every other ordnance (weapons, bombs, boats, etc.) except hospital ships is already in place over there … and they won’t really need hospital ships, anyway.
Not to take Saddam’s head … Shit, even a phoney head would look good for a South Lawn photo op on October 15. Who’s going to call the president a liar when he’s parading around in public with a rotting human head that he says is Saddam Hussein’s?
Not me, James. And probably not you either. Because there will be a certain resemblance. And you know how those sand-niggers are about using body-doubles. Hell, they all look alike, anyway …
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And let me remind you that there are laws against kidnapping and brutalizing famous journalists—even if you are the next president. You could do that, but it would be wrong. Remember what happened to Tex Colson.… Indeed, putting me on a subhuman Arkansas chain gang might send a demoralizing message to many decent Americans of all ages, James, and would almost certainly get a Clinton administration off on a wrong karmic foot.
Jack Kennedy was a warrior. So was his brother, Bobby. They were more than just politicians: They were political professionals, high rollers. They saw the enemy as just another set of gongs to be beaten savagely. And they were very good boys to have on your side in a bad fight—and all fights against Richard Nixon were bad. He was criminally insane. George Bush was a punk, compared to Nixon. The quality of the opposition has steadily declined since the sixties.
That is the real lesson of presidential politics in the nineties. Never admit anything, except where you were born. Of course Bill Clinton never inhaled when he put the bong to his lips. Of course he never knew Gennifer Flowers.
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