HUNTER S. THOMPSON
Jam this morbid drivel up your ass
Spurred on by last week's abusive note from Hunter S. Thompson to his biographer, writer Mike Peterson kindly got in touch the other day in order to share what may be the most aggressive, and possibly greatest, rejection letter ever crafted. Written in 1971, at which point young Mike was a resident of South Bend, Indiana, the furious missive was sent in response to a piece of satire he submitted to Rolling Stone magazine; unluckily for him — or luckily, depending on your angle — said piece was forwarded to Hunter for assessment.
This was his reaction.
Note: For those interested, the original piece written by Mike that inspired such a response can be read here.
Transcript follows. Huge thanks, of course, to Mike Peterson. Be sure to visit his blog, Comic Strip of the Day.
Transcript
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This was his reaction.
Note: For those interested, the original piece written by Mike that inspired such a response can be read here.
Transcript follows. Huge thanks, of course, to Mike Peterson. Be sure to visit his blog, Comic Strip of the Day.
Image: Mike Peterson
Transcript
ROLLING STONE
625 Third Street, San Francisco, California 94107 . Telephone: (415) 362-4730
You worthless, acid-sucking piece of illiterate shit! Don’t ever send this kind of brain-damaged swill in here again. If I had the time, I’d come out there and drive a fucking wooden stake into your forehead. Why don’t you get a job, germ? Maybe delivering advertising handouts door to door, or taking tickets for a wax museum. You drab South Bend cocksuckers are all the same; like those dope-addled dingbats at the Rolling Stone office. I’d like to kill those bastards for sending me your piece...and I’d just as soon kill you, too. Jam this morbid drivel up your ass where your readership will better appreciate it.
Sincerely,
(Signed)
Yail Bloor III
Minister of Belles-Lettre
P.S. Keep up the good work. Have a nice day.
Letters of Note
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