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President Obama has been linked to the SDS through Bill_Ayers.
President Obama has been linked to satan through Reverend Wright (somebody whom I respect).
President Obama has been linked to gansta rap through the singer Common (somebody whom I also respect and who is no gangsta at all)
Just as an aside now the repubs are dissing our President for being soft on pirates! WHAT?
I recall the pix of Jack Abramoff in the Oval Office appearing on every site the web has to offer following w bush's claim that he never knew the guy.
But I am wondering about the sacred and the profane.
Here is Huckabee who just loves the guy:
Here is Willard Romney with Nugent
And Tagg Romney (what the hell kind of name is that for chrissakes?) just loves old Ted.
And everybody knows what wonderful things Nugent has said over the last decade about anyone who challenges corporate powers or racism or poverty or.....whatever.
But how do these attacks on associations work, anyway?
I wanted to get into Ted Nugent and his severe mental illness rather than just his insane politics.
And I was going to edit this gem because of the obscenity that I discovered on the web relating to an interview he did with High Times thirty-five years ago.
But editing this obscene interview takes away from my point!
"High Times: How did you get out of the draft?
Ted Nugent: Ted was a young boy, appearing to be a hippie but quite opposite in fact, working hard and playing hard, playing rock and roll like a deviant. People would question my sanity, I played so much. So I got my notice to be in the draft. Do you think I was gonna lay down my guitar and go play army? Give me a break! I was busy doin’ it to it. I had a career Jack. If I was walkin’ around, hippying down, getting’ loaded and pickin’ my ass like your common curs, I’d say “Hey yeah, go in the army. Beats the poop out of scuffin’ around in the gutters.” But I wasn’t a gutter dog. I was a hard workin’, motherf***n’ rock and roll musician.
I got my physical notice 30 days prior to. Well, on that day I ceased cleansing my body. No more brushing my teeth, no more washing my hair, no baths, no soap, no water. Thirty days of debris build. I stopped shavin’ and I was 18, had a little scraggly beard, really looked like a hippie. I had long hair, and it started gettin’ kinky, matted up. Then two weeks before, I stopped eating any food with nutritional value. I just had chips, Pepsi, beer-stuff I never touched-buttered poop, little jars of Polish sausages, and I’d drink the syrup, I was this side of death, Then a week before, I stopped going to the bathroom. I did it in my pants. poop, pi** the whole shot. My pants got crusted up.
See, I approached the whole thing like, Ted Nugent, cool hard-workin’ dude, is gonna wreak havoc on these imbeciles in the armed forces. I’m gonna play their own game, and I’m gonna destroy ‘em. Now my whole body is crusted in poop and pi**. I was ill. And three or four days before, I started stayin’ awake. I was close to death, but I was in control. I was extremely antidrug as I’ve always been, but I snorted some crystal methedrine. Talk about one wounded motherf****r. A guy put up four lines, and it was for all four of us, but I didn’t know and I’m vacuuming that poop right up. I was a walking, talking hunk of human poop. I was six-foot-three of sin. So the guys took me down to the physical, and my nerves, my emotions were distraught. I was not a good person. I was wounded. But as painful and nauseous as it was – ‘cause I was really into bein’ clean and on the ball – I made gutter swine hippies look like football players. I was deviano. ...
They took a putty knife to me. I got the street rats out of my hair, ate some good steaks, beans, potatoes, cottage cheese, milk. A couple of days and I was ready to kick ass. And in the mail I got this big juicy 4-F. They’d call dead people before they’d call my ass. But you know the funny thing about it? I’d make an incredible army man. I’d be a colonel before you knew what hit you, and I’d have the baddest bunch of motherf****n’ killers you’d ever seen in my platoon. But I just wasn’t into it. I was too busy doin’ my own thing, you know."
Okay. Someone might think this is toooooooooooo easy!
Now here are some links to this bastard's previous rants.
Republicans still defend this psycho!
Republican West Virginia Senate candidate John Raese came to Ted Nugent's defense at a campaign event, calling the rocker a "patriot" and saying that "it's a concern" that the Secret Service investigated after Nugent's inflammatory speech threatening President Barack Obama.
Nugent, said Raese, according to video of the candidate's recent speech, argued that Nugent's words were merely "a figure of speech."
It was an unusually specific figure of speech, if that was the case. At the National Rifle Association convention, Nugent told fellow gun enthusiasts that "if Barack Obama becomes the president in November again, I will either be dead or in jail by this time next year.”
This Nugent is mentally ill. He has real problems.
And if you think that I believe for one moment that Ted has never used drugs except when he became a traitor to his country you have no respect for my opinions whatsoever.
To me, Ted Nugent represents the core of the repub party!
Huckabee who represents the evangelists (the right wing evangelists of course) loves the guy!
Romney appoints him to plead his case to the masses.
Romney's kid thinks Nugent is the god of rock!
Inhofe defends this mentally ill terrorist.
The NRA pays Nugent money to speak for it, although the lobby has kind of backed off a bit until the furor blows over.
I was going to get into Beck with his mental problems, and then rush and then savage and then....
Oh who cares.
I just thought I would point out one instance where the repubs kow-tow to their base no matter how base that base is!