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When I think of a female slime ball I think Hillary Clinton, male, Piers Morgan. Condescending, corporate/gov shill POS.
Funny, I think of those two also, but I reverse the genders.
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When I think of a female slime ball I think Hillary Clinton, male, Piers Morgan. Condescending, corporate/gov shill POS.
Ted Nugent is a loudmouth poaching coward.
Ted Nugent is a loudmouth poaching coward.
Because he was drummed out of his chosen profession (no, NOT prostitution) in England (the U.K.) due to misconduct, when he was part of the phone-tapping-by-journalists scandal.If I'm not mistaken England has exactly the kind of gun laws that he wants. His utopia is back in his native homeland and only a 6 hour plane ride away where he currently resides.
why is he still flapping his gums and not buying that one way ticket back?
He's talking about Ted's efforts to avoid taking part in LBJ's southeast Asian profit scheme.Those are pretty serious charges there, Sherlock. Care to cite sources?
He's talking about Ted's efforts to avoid taking part in LBJ's southeast Asian profit scheme.
Of course in all other aspects, he will probably be happy to tell you how screwed up the war in Viet Nam really was.
If I'm not mistaken England has exactly the kind of gun laws that he wants. His utopia is back in his native homeland and only a 6 hour plane ride away where he currently resides.
why is he still flapping his gums and not buying that one way ticket back?
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As Ted tells the story.
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From High Times:
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 *** 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', mother****in' 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, 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 motherf*cker. 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 f*cking 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 ***. And in the mail I got this big juicy 4-F. They'd call dead people before they'd call my ***. 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*ckin' 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?