Fear and Loathing on the Giuliani Campaign Trail
Adventures in Gonzo in the heart of American conservatism Justin Hartfield
As soon as I drove up the regal driveway of the Hyatt Regency Newport Beach, I realized that the blunt I rolled before I left the house was going to be wholly inadequate for the event that was about to unfold.
Just as I scooted past the tasteful circular entrance, I found my rotary-engined sports car surrounded by protesters, each one more progressive looking than the next. I thought to myself, "Don't these miscreants have better things to do?" But the answer was apparent.
Parking next to a Topaz Blue BMW E60 M5, I exited my vehicle and happened upon the entrance to the fundraising gala for Republican presidential hopeful Rudolph William Louis Giuliani III. Ignoring the cautionary signs, I circumscribed the hotel and entered through the fire doors knowing full well that, as a libertarian, I would be subject to extensive scrutiny and possible water-board interrogation if my true political affiliations were known.
