The Parody

Posted in Extremism, Ted Nugent at 12:01 am by George Smith

Mass unemployment and economic collapse said to be due to the death tax.

Ted Nugent:

The criminally anti-American death tax and counterproductive capital gains tax need to be eliminated. Instead of having the highest corporate tax rate in the world, we need to have the lowest. That would eliminate unemployment.

“The president and his masterful smoke-and-mirrors team scramble maniacally to spin the Saul Alinsky, Cloward-Piven narrative …” writes Ted.

Yes, it’s all the result of conspiracies launched by old and mostly dead people you have never heard of. Unless you are a fan of Glenn Beck. Then the horror is very clear.

Ted Nugent is going to take two knee replacements. Next year, his summer tour will be hard. Sooner rather than later he won’t be able to do it at all, unless sitting in a chair.

It’s a shame music journalists haven’t taken Ted apart as thoroughly as DD blog. Their overwhelming sin of commission, at the daily newspaper level, is the passing off of a old decaying paranoid ninny as someone of intelligence, a practitioner of free speech, someone who bravely pushes the boundaries. Nugent is a perfect example of how not to grow old, how to render sour the meaning of a life in the thin ribbon of existence that is your time.

At the Morning Call years ago I tore holes in people much less famous but as equally reprehensible and stunted as Ted Nugent. And then they made phone calls to the editor, complaining bitterly, and everyone on the copy desk had a good laugh at how George had deservedly left them as burned grease stains.

When all is said and done the record will be here.

Out of character, Ted didn’t have the spine for his usual annual attack on unions for Labor Day this year.

Maybe the Coalstock thing preys on him. Maybe, deep down, he knows he’s a villain, not the hero of his 750-word odd and very poor man’s Ayn Rand virtue-of-selfishness plays.

Ted Nugent is a living scream of pain, a gaping hole — in print and on television, anyway — devoid of any obvious kindness, warmth or empathy.

And he is worthy of some pity because there is no medicine, human balm, or gentle reason in the world that can ease the agony or furnish what is missing.

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