07.20.11
The Weekly Spill on Howard
There’s nothing this week that quite tops Howard’s recent claim that he was attacked by a Canadian dog.
However, we do have some quote and opinion from others traveling the the US wires.
This, from the Oklahoma State student newspaper:
I am surrounded by the nicest, hardest-working, most intensely dedicated, productive human beings on earth. These Americans will simply not let the Mao Tse Tung fan club complete its disastrous fundamental transformation of the greatest quality-of-life country in the history of mankind. I still believe that the good people of America still outnumber the slovenly, gluttonous crybabies that support another shot at communism by Obama and his gang of America haters.
From the Kansas City newspaper, on a recent Nugent gig:
With little variation in tempo or style, a few artistic lulls were inevitable. The worst moments came during “I Still Believe.??? It sounded like an intentional parody of an ill-conceived patriotic song.
Unfortunately, Nugent wasn’t joking. A couple of dodgy songs weren’t enough to sink the set. Sung by original vocalist Derek St. Holmes, “Hey Baby,??? the evening’s sole nod to pop music, was the night’s most rewarding song.
When St. Holmes wasn’t acting as the lead vocalist, Nugent peppered most songs with interjections and asides. While initially amusing, Nugent’s constant chatter had lost much of its appeal by the end of the show.
He resembled a profane preacher … And when he repeatedly referred to himself as “Uncle Ted,??? Nugent’s tone suggested a deranged host of a children’s TV program.
Nugent’s political commentary was limited but venomous.
From a Spokane newspaper’s Outdoors columnist in the sports section:
Hunters across the country routinely dump their woes on him regarding overregulation and wildlife officer harassment, he said.
Maybe that’s a product of the hunters he attracts with his love for baiting and whacking and stacking large numbers of critters and slinging lead with semiauto and even automatic weapons.
In my hunting camp, we hoist a toast at the end of the rare day when we get checked by a wildlife enforcement officer. We play by the rules and we wish more officers were in the field making sure other hunters are doing the same.
During the Fred Bear song in his concert, The Nuge is featured in a video skewering about a dozen whitetail bucks with arrows, pumping his arms in victory and screaming with joy after each one.
“I’m an entertainer,” he said, explaining why he should be excused for his hyperbole …
“I rock and roll all summer long,” he screams to his concert crowds.
“The rest of the year I just kill (rhymes with fit).”That approach to hunting is repulsive …