* From “Where the Buffalo Roam”…

Hunter Thompson: Hi, sir, it’s Harris from the Post. Can I get you anything, sir?

President Nixon: How’s the family, Harris?

Thompson: Oh the family, well that’s bad news. The screwheads finally came and took my daughter away. Let me ask you a question, sir. What is this country doing for the doomed? There are two kinds of people in this country, the doomed and the screwheads. Savage tribal thugs who live off their legal incomes, brow deep out there; no respect for human dignity. They don’t know what you and I understand, you know what I mean.

Nixon: You ever play football, Harris?

Dr. Hunter S. Thompson: Yes, sir, thank you, sir. I played in college. And they’re gonna get your daughter too, sir. I’ve heard their rallies, they like Julie, but Tricia… and they really hate you, sir. You know that one half of the state Senate of Utah are screwheads? You know I was never really frightened by the bopheads and the potheads, with their silliness, never really frightened me either. But these g-d screwheads, they terrify me. And the poor doomed, the young, and the silly, the honest, the weak, the Italians … They’re doomed, they’re lost, they’re helpless, they’re somebody else’s meal, they’re like pigs in the wilderness.

Nixon: Come here Harris. Come here… F- the doomed.

* One of the greatest and most profoundly honest songs ever written about the screwheads and the doomed…