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I looked up and shuddered, knowing my cover was blown. Within seconds, they were screaming at me, too. "You crazy b*****d," I shouted at Rosenbaum. "You fingered me! Look what you've done!"
"No press!" they were shouting. "OUT! Both of you!"
I stood up quickly and put my back to the wall, still cursing Rosenbaum. "That's right!" I yelled. "Get that b*****d out of here! No press allowed!"
Rosenbaum stared at me. There was shock and repugnance in his eyes- as if he had just recognized me as a lineal descendant of Judas Iscariot. As they muscled him away, I began explaining to my accusers that I was really more of a political observer than a journalist. "Have you run for office?" I snapped at one of them. "No! I thought not, goddamnit! You don't have the look of a man who's been to the well. I can see it in your face!"
He was taken aback by this charge. His mouth flapped for a few seconds, then he blurted out: "What about you? What office did you run for?"
I smiled gently. "Sheriff, my friend. I ran for Sheriff, out in Colorado- and I lost by just a hair. Because the liberals put the screws to me."
-Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72, Hunter S. Thompson
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