Here is a good way to judge his work for yourselves. I am not sure if this gallery is still open. I know it will be closing if it hasn't already. The pals of Hunter's who run it are sick of the customers. I signed up for their mailing list when it opened. They opened it 2 or 3 years ago. http://www.gonzogallery.com/ojuvtzw6r0hc8efteep7yfp8cm5dbp

I have an opinion but no way of knowing. Just look and see. I see the fearless man, the fierceness in the man. If he was hired for a job and needed money, who knows what he would be capable of. I doubt he had the same attitudes anybody else has, anywhere ever. I am happy to think he was suicided and not pathetically demised. Which may be why the gallery opened in the first place. If you read his books, he drinks, carouses not for his depravity but for the depravity he sees around him, is the impression they give.

I admire his courage to explore. To have fury at the matrix. He's an artist. and he is not an artist like the podesta / clinton excuse for one!!!!!

I remember reading an anecdote of Johnny Depp waiting for him in a Woody Creek bar. And he knew when Hunter got there because he was using a cattle prod and a taser to get everyone to move out of his way. And that was at his favorite local bar.

He was a fucking nutjob who exaggerated and did things to get a response. I'm sure he'd have found it funny that people thought he was part of some secret cabal considering he hated elites.

From "The Franklin Cover-up" http://whale.to/b/the_franklin_cover-up -_john_decamp -_ebook.pdf

Gruesome as it is, Bonacci's report to me harks back to the early cries for help, from Loretta Smith: I went in January of '84 on every trip. I was paid by men King knew for sex. In the summer of '84 sometime I went to Dallas Texas and had sex with several men King knew in a hotel. I flew on YNR Airlines and Kam Airlines normally for King. I never had much personally to do with King, only went where he told me to go. In or on July 26th I went to Sacramento, Ca. King flew me out on a private plane from Eppley Airfield [in Omaha] to Denver where we picked up Nicholas, a boy who was about 12 or 13. Then we flew to Las Vegas to a desert strip and drove in to Las Vegas and to some ranch and got something. Then flew on to Sacramento. We were picked up by a white limo and taken to a hotel. I don't remember the name of it. We meaning Nicholas and I were driven to a area that had big trees, it took about an hour to get there. There was a cage with a boy in it who was not wearing anything. Nicholas and I were given these tarzan things to put around us and stuff. They told me to f--- the boy and stuff. At first I said no and they held a gun to my balls and said do it or else lose them or something like that. I began doing it to the boy and stuff. And Nicholas had anal sex and stuff with him. We were told to f--- him and stuff and beat on him. I didn't try to hurt him. We were told to put our d---s in his mouth and stuff and sit on the boys penis and stuff and they filmed it. We did this stuff to the boy for about 30 minutes or an hour when a man came in and kicked us and stuff in the balls and picked us up and threw us. He grabbed the boy and started f---ing him and stuff. The man was about 10 inches long and the boy screamed and stuff and the man was forcing his d--- into the boy all the way. The boy was bleeding from his rectum and the men tossed him and me and stuff and put the boy right next to me and grabbed a gun and blew the boys head off.

The boys blood was all over me and I started yelling and crying. The men grabbed Nicholas and I and forced us to lie down. They put the boy on top of Nicholas who was crying and they were putting Nicholas hands on the boys ass. They put the boy on top of me and did the same thing. They then forced me to f--- the dead boy up his ass and also Nicholas they put a gun to our heads to make us do it. His blood was all over us. They made us kiss the boys lips and to eat him out. Then they made me do something I don't want to even write so I won't. After that the men grabbed Nicholas and drug him off screaming they put me up against a tree and put a gun to my head but fired into the air. I heard another shot from somewhere. I then saw the man who killed the boy drag him like a toy. Everything including when the men put the boy in a trunk was filmed. They took me with them and we went up in a plane. I saw the bag the boy was in. We went over a very thick brush area with a clearing in it. Over the clearing they dropped the boy. One said the men with the hoods would take care of the body for them. I didn't see Nicholas until that night at the hotel. He and I hugged and held each other for a long while. About two hours later the men or Larry King came in and told us to go take a shower since we had only been hosed off at some guys house. We took a shower together and then were told to put on the tarzan things. After we were cleaned up and dressed in these things we were told to put on shorts, socks and a shirt and shoes and driven to a house where the men were at with some others. They had the film and they played it. As the men watched they passed Nicholas and I around as if we were toys and sexually abused us. They made Nicholas and I screw each other and one of the men put the dead boy's penis in mine and Nicholas' mouth. I didn't want to write this because the man forced me to bite the boys' penis and balls off. It was gross and I saw the film where it happened and started freaking out remembering what they made us do afterwards to the boy. They showed us doing everything to the boy. I was there for about 5 days attending parties but only recall cutting my wrist which is why I stayed two days in a hospital under a name I can't recall. Some guy paid for me.

Inother testimony, Bonacci said that Larry King was smiling and laughing the whole time the film was being shown, and that "the men with the hoods" were a Satanic group which planned to use the dead boy in some sort of ceremony. He also named the director of the snuff film, whom they had picked up in Las Vegas, as "Hunter Thompson."

Hunter Thompson tells David Letterman "I like to kill" in interview.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UEGID7VS7bs

Hunter was identified as the camera operator for a snuff film at Bohemian Grove when camp was not in use. Rusty turned down the offer to film that at first. Nancy Reagan had her hairdresser fix him up. They actually fixed him up to look like someone already operating in this manner. When Rusty was finally roped in they gave him a mini camera that fit on his belt and looked like part of the buckle. He'd walk through the origies and would be filming. Hunter was a bad man.

I had to modify my response because I had heard before that Hunter was wtiting a piece on how the world trade center was droped by controlled demolition. This I rememberd from reading a post on the forum linked. That would explain why all the sudden TPTB want to discredit him as a pedophile or into snuff. That still has to be established by a credible source.

I hear ya man. I knew a guy which used to cling to every word Hunter said and still espouses his admiration for him but once you look into him he was a bad guy.

Damn. I always thought him a brilliant writer. Hurts to think he was one of the creepos :/

Well then eff him

"And he was hell on his new kitten, Hugo, especially when he felt I was paying it too much attention ..., he would berate me with a round of screaming, furiously yelling at the top of his lungs..." Hunter S Thompson was an NPD - Narcissistic Personality Disorder - classic personality type for elite PEDO.

More about Rusty Nelson https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQnDFwJv4BM

Hunter Thompson. It never said Hunter S., and in all likelyhood wasn't the journalist once you dive in a bit.

Rusty Nelson was a sad figure by the end. I'm not sure all those interviews are still on You Tube. He had epilepsy and a head injury which they caused to diminish him. He had the sense to save pictures, which was good. Even if he was lured into some of it. Rusty Nelson really tried to help. But he died. So sad. And the pictures lost.