The Ibogaine Effect. That was perhaps the most entertaining piece of information I found out about Hunter S. Thompson’s political coverage last night when I watched Alex Gibney’s latest documentary, “Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson.”
I have always been a fan of Hunter S. Thompson as a writer, but until I saw the documentary, I failed to realize what a phenomenal mockery of a journalist he turned out to be. His talent, madness and complete lunacy were immeasurable successes in their own right. His truthiness is something that any Colbert fan would be proud of. And the peculiar reverence given to him by many a politician - Jimmy Carter, Pat Buchanan, George McGovern - is down right enviable. Especially for the amount of bullshit he professed, published and got away with. In the documentary, they spoke of his strange and wayward reporting methods as some of the truest political coverage, that was hardly factual.
In addition to running for Sheriff of Aspen, owning at least 22 guns (that were fully loaded at all times) and missing writing deadlines due to alcoholic or drug related benders, Thompson also did one of the most remarkable and hilarious hack reporting jobs ever: he accused Presidential Democratic nominee Senator Edmund Muskie with a supposed addiction to the West African drug Ibogaine.
This, of course, was completely false. But because of Thompson’s cult following, interpretation of reality and relationship with illegal substances - few questioned him. Additionally, no one knew what the hell Ibogaine was. When the truth was finally revealed that the “Ibogaine Effect” was nothing more than an extended metaphor for Muskie’s seemingly delusional political stances, Thompson explained himself with the following paraphrased statement - “Well, it was a rumor I heard in Milwaukee; a rumor I probably started, but nonetheless.”

(Photo: Ralph Steadman)
I could go on and on about Thompson, but if one thing is for sure - this is great documentary that I hope every Gonzo fan will see. I shall strangely admire his mad wisdom he brought to this world living like an inebriated raccoon shot from the barrel of a gun and dragged through a river of whiskey and cocaine. His addiction to chaos resonates not only with my personal experiences of losing my mind and finding my heart, but also many other prolific wanderers who I seem to feel a kindred spirit with.
Additionally, after seeing this film, I have decided to make it a personal mission to accuse at least one person of being under the influence of Ibogaine - at least for a good laugh.
Friends, and foes - you have been warned. A Gonzo blogger is on the loose.