Fantastic, fearless prose!

It is truly remarkable how the author presents such a captivating and unafraid style of writing.

The words seem to leap off the page, engaging the reader from the very first sentence.

What makes this prose even more interesting is the contemporary view it offers into the politics of the second Reagan administration.

This aspect serves as a fringe benefit, adding an extra layer of depth and relevance to the overall work.

By delving into the political climate of that time, the author provides valuable insights and perspectives that can help us better understand the events and decisions that shaped our world.

Whether you are a history enthusiast or simply someone who enjoys well-written prose, this piece is sure to leave a lasting impression.

It is a testament to the power of words and the ability of a skilled writer to transport us to another time and place.

Spanning from the tail-end of '85 to just after the conclusion of the '88 election, this collection of essays by Thompson offers a vivid and scathing portrayal. It captures the degradation, hate, fear, and tribalism that pervaded an American culture grappling with endemic corruption. The headlines of opportunism by a desperate population were aplenty, and HST keenly observed universally horrid traits within all levels of the social hierarchy. He advocated for a return to a past of decency in politics while also alluding to his desire for a libertarian future free from federal indolence and opulence.

His jabs at Reagan were truly hilarious, as he declared that "Dutch could not be saved." He slowly came to terms with his earlier misjudgments in the race, conceding the likelihood of a GHWB victory. All the while, he continued his infamous habits of excess, vice, and scheming, indulging in spells of excessive drinking and gambling, and adhering to much of the same creed that the collection aims to confront.

Some of my favorite quotes from the collection include: "The gop will not win another general election in this century," as stated by Thompson on page 186. And "If making love might be fatal and if a cold spring rain on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison scum right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation," found on pages 10-11.

Generation of Swine is an unbridled and wild exploration of the political and cultural underbelly during Reagan's second term.

It delves into a plethora of events such as the Iran/Contra affair, the Gary Hart scandal, the scandals involving TV evangelists, and the '88 election. All the prominent and perhaps not so savory aspects of the cultural decline in the latter half of the 1980s are vividly presented.

This book is a quintessential example of Hunter S. Thompson's unique style. It's not necessarily the ideal starting point for those new to his works (for that, one might consider Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72 or Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas). However, if you have a penchant for his irresponsible and frenzied journalistic approach and are old enough to have personal memories of that era, then Generation of Swine will无疑 be a captivating read. It offers a raw and unfiltered look at a time that was both fascinating and tumultuous, making it a must-read for fans of Thompson and those interested in the cultural and political history of the 1980s.

To make a long story short, the book I truly desired to read today was Warchild by Karen Lowachee. However, I was reluctant to damage it by carrying it with me on the train, so I opted for this one instead. Big mistake! It's the absolute last time I'll ever read Hunter S. Thompson, and in fact, it's the last time I'll even get close to his works. Good grief, what a stinker! What a complete waste of time. Sure, I might have sort of liked Hell's Angels, but that credit has now expired. This book - it's violently boring, it reeks of unwashed macho feet, and in those few places where it's not boring, it turns downright vile. Take the part about the killing of the fox - am I the only one who's bothered by that? I don't care if he made it up. By the time I reached that point, I wanted to hurl this thing out of the car window. Actually, I have no intention of taking it home. It's heavy. It's dreadful. The less said about it, the better. Oh, there were two pages that I liked. They might come in handy, and I'll be taking them home with me tonight.