There should be a neither option in the poll.
That would make Ted a good for nothing liar, someone who can not and will not follow through with his commitments or promises
Perhaps he should run for political office.
Hmm. I agree with some of what he says; a little on the extreme side, but there is definitely some TRUTH in what he says. The government does seem to like to step all over the Constitution and our constitutional rights.
BTW, I don't think he will go to jail or die. I think that is what you call "figuratively" speaking. Duh.
Perhaps he should run for political office.
He'll shoot himself in the head on inauguration day.
That would make Ted a good for nothing liar, someone who can not and will not follow through with his commitments or promises
The Daily Page | Madison, Wisconsin • View topic - Ted Nugent Visits Local Harpy Vicki MckennaHigh Times: How did you get out of the draft?
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 **** 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 ****, 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. ****, 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 **** 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 anti-drug as I’ve always been, but I snorted some crystal methedrine. Talk about one wounded mother ****er. A guy put up four lines, and it was for all four of us, but I didn’t know and I’m vacuuming that **** right up. I was a walking, talking hunk of human ****. 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 payers. 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 ****in’ swine you!” Then they had a urine test and I couldn’t piss, But my **** was just like ooze, man, so I **** in the cup and put it on the counter. I had **** 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 mother****in’ 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?
let's read this "patriot's" own words about how he escaped the draft (1977 interview in High Times magazine):
The Daily Page | Madison, Wisconsin • View topic - Ted Nugent Visits Local Harpy Vicki Mckenna
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