Back in 2012, Teddy Nugent had this to say about the upcoming election,
If Barack Obama becomes the president in November, again, I will either be dead or in jail by this time next year. Why are you laughing? Do you think that’s funny? That’s not funny at all. I’m serious as a heart attack.
Since the poster boy for draft-dodging pedophiles is out and about, he must be: (A) an escaped con; (B) a zombie; (C) a liar! (My money’s on (C), although (B) wouldn’t surprise me.)
Oh, and just in case you think I was slandering Teddy with the draft-dodging, pedophile remark, you can check out the pedophile link. I’ll have more to say about the draft-dodging a bit later, along with a special treat(?).
In his latest attempt to jump into the news cycle, the “Wang Dang Sweet Poontang” writer/singer was a guest on Alex Jones’ “InfoWars” show on PrisonPlanet TV. Here’s some of the little brown deer “nuggets” he dropped in the conversation.
But here it is December 2015 and the whole world sucks, America sucks less, but we got a government, a media, and academia that are trying to catch up with Indonesia.
If Ted Nugent represents anything it’s that nothing is sacred and you can unleash the beast and when they express their beliefs about this criminal empire in the government of the United States of America, this freedom-hating, America-hating punk president and his entire —
I don’t care why he’s foaming at the mouth, I don’t care how he got rabies, he’s rabid, get rid of the damn dog,” he said. “When Old Yeller brings us slippers, give him a biscuit; when he foams at the mouth, you shoot him between the eyes. Any questions? You got to do it. America, you got to cleanse this country.
If I didn’t laugh I’d probably throw up blood, it’s so insane…Democrats are “subhuman freaks” who want Nugent et al to be “bending over and taking it in the ass.”
For those, strong of stomach, or have a large bottle of Emetrol handy, here’s the whole megillah:
On a not totally unrelated note, back in the 60’s, when Teddy’s number came up and it was time to go “defend the country” in Viet Nam, Mr. Macho had a different plan. Some of you may have heard about the story. For those of you who haven’t, here it is, in his own words, In an October, 1977 “High Times” interview.
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, piss 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 piss. 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 motherfucker. 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.
So I went in, and those guys in uniform couldn’t believe the smell. They were ridiculin’ me and pushin’ me around and I was cryin’, but all the time I was laughin’ to myself. When they stuck the needle in my arm for the blood test I passed out, and when I came to they were kicking me into the wall. Then they made everybody take off their pants, and I did, and this sergeant says, “Oh my God, put those back on! You fucking swine you!” Then they had a urine test and I couldn’t piss, But my poop was just like ooze, man, so I poop in the cup and put it on the counter. I had poop on my hand and my arm. The guy almost puked. I was so proud. I knew I had these chumps beat. The last thing I remember was wakin’ up in the ear test booth and they were sweepin’ up. So I went home and cleaned up.
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 motherfuckin’ 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?
Oh yes and before I forget, here’s the “special treat(?):