This week's New Yorker (5/30/00) has a little interviewette with Hunter S. Thompson in The Talk of the Town. They ask him about Uncle Duke in Doonesbury (he's not amused) and about a Super Bowl party Thompson threw in the 1970s, which our favorite Texan princeling attended at just the time when his then-behavior at parties is now of interest. Thompson has this to say:
"I can't be expected to remember what every drug-addled yuppie hanger-on-er who wanted to get close to me during a football game twenty-five years ago digested. There were so many dope fiends milling about, I don't remember what some Yalie named Bush, whose father was a factotum in the Nixon Administration, was doing. But he strikes me as the sort of person I would have thrown out of the room. A rich, beer-drunk yahoo with a big allowance who passes out in your bathtub."
This proves nothing about Bush, of course; we already knew he was a rich frat boy and the "drug-addled yuppie" part is just rhetoric. The point is that it's funny rhetoric, is all.

When pressed, Thompson simply refused to rat anybody out, which is cool.