Joe Perry or Ted Nugent or PETA?
Ted Nugent got canned from his op ed gig at the Waco Tribune.
Evan Smith at Texas Monthly received this brief response from Mr. Nugent.
Just been fired from Waco Trib. Now they will have to rely on their other New York Times Best Sellers, and array of clever and diverse journalists to convey their diverse & tolerant point(s) of view. Here’s my Teditorial after being told to not criticize in my Sunday features that they chose to not run.
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I’ll Take Freedom of Speech and Freedom of the Press for $100, Alex by Ted Nugent
When the Nazis had the Americans surrounded in the town of Bastogne, they demanded American General McAuliffe surrender or they would level the city. General McAuliffe’s reply: Nuts!
The new editor of the Waco Trib recently told me that I could only write nice things about people, that I could not be critical. Basically, that I need to tone it down. I can not, nor will not, comply with this Romper Room request. My reply: Nuts!
The editor is wrong to try and muzzle my opinions.
As a columnist, I express my opinions. That’s what columnists do. That’s also the charge of an independent and free press.
The job of the press is to be the “fourth” arm of government. To
intentionally muzzle itself is to fail at its most basic watchdog
responsibility. As readers, voters and citizens we should demand a
watchdog press, not a lapdog press.I can’t envision Thomas Jefferson, George Washington or Ben Franklin making a request of an anti-King George columnist to tone it down. I can’t imagine Martin Luther King toning down his message. It is impossible for me to fathom any American to tone down what is in his heart and soul.
I criticize where I believe criticism is due. That’s what Thomas Paine did when he published Common Sense prior to the Revolutionary War. He criticized King George for his heavy handed and wrong policies. We are free in large part because of Thomas Paine’s open, routine and strident criticism.
I have criticized President Obama and liberals for what I consider to be destructive, anti-American policies that will hurt our economy and harm your health. Not once have I criticized him personally because I have never met the man. As far as I know he is a decent enough guy, but in my opinion, is politically naive and very wrong, even dangerous for America. So do many other Americans as indicated by the shrinking support for his takeover of the health care system and numerous other heavy handed, foolish moves.
Obama’s policies are bankrupting America. He supports a health care bill that he hasn’t even read, nor have those in congress who support it.If that doesn’t deserve massive amount of criticism, what does?
When I have criticized President Obama, I have almost always countered his dunderheaded, Marxist policies with a free market, more personal freedom alternative. More government control is not the answer to what ails America. Obama believes otherwise.This newspaper and others should encourage spirited and lively debate and criticism, especially when so many newspapers are losing
subscribers. I don’t support milquetoast journalism. It bores me.You are free to disagree with my opinions. In fact, I encourage those of you who do to fill the letters to the editor page of this newspaper. I
revel in open debate. That’s the America I know and love. Express
yourself, Texas. Lay it on the line. Give it your best shot. Be bold in
your disagreement.Constructive, bold criticism is cool. It rocks. It can literally change the course and destiny of an individual, neighborhood, community, and nation. It is the most basic of our Constitutional rights — the 1st Amendment. Failing to criticize emboldens politicians to stay on course regardless how many icebergs are dead ahead. Political correctness is the cancer of journalism, not its cure.
America and Texas was born with a defiant streak. Those genes still flow through my veins. To request that I not criticize is to spit on the
memory of those who gave birth to America. Again, I criticize where I
believe criticism is due. That’s my civic job and your job as Americans.
If the editor of this newspaper doesn’t like that, he will have to fire
me. I will not surrender to his wrong demands.In the words of another famous American military man, William Barrett
Travis, commander of the Alamo: God & Texas. Victory or death.
Woah!
To bad the days of hiring pulp writers at three cents a word are a thing of the past Teddo.
Maybe, you’ll feel better if you run out and kill something Bro.
There have been some bizarre events along the rock and roll highway; like this…
Yup, Elvis Presley and Richard Nixon. No mere photo op, a real confab. Elvis gave Nixon a gun and Nixon gave Elvis a D.E.A. badge.
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.
So, I wasn’t particularly surprised to hear that another rock star has officially threw his hat in the ring to fight the war on drugs. This guy…
…wants to be your new Drug Czar!!!
Ted Nugent…Drug Czar.
We have all the laws we need to fight drugs. What America needs is the will-power and a renewed warrior spirit to crush evil and evil doers…
…Call me, President Obama. Hippies, dope heads, corrupt politicos and various other human debris hate me, which makes me the perfect man for the job.
As Drug Czar, I would charge our mayors and police departments to commit to fighting the drug gangs their top priority. Our inner cities will remain war zones until we commit to taking the trash out.
Yeah!! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!
Picture this; on a sweltering summer night, deep in the heart of the Chiapas, in the center courtyard of a military style compound, there is gathered a super secret, yet large in number, audience of hippies, dope fiends, corrupt politicos, evil drug lords and various other human debris. They are roasting a succulent goat, celebrating their success and, at the same time, plotting their future strategy of overtaking the world powers by numbing them with dope, opening the door for a one-world government that they, the hippies, dope fiends, corrupt politicos, evil drug lords and various other human debris, will control with complete autonomy.
But, unbeknownst to them, silently through the Mexican night, there flies a stealth jet; point of origin Detroit USA. The cabin of the plane houses eight, specially designed, super high gain, 1,000 watt, all-tube uber amps. On top of the jet, as if surfing, rides a loin cloth wearing super hero clutching a Gibson Byrdland guitar. None other than the Motor City Madman.
As the plane nears the target location, Ted plugs in. The sound, an unmistakable clunktcha, sets the rain forest canopy rippling for miles in all directions. Suddenly, The Nuge bends the b-string at the twelfth fret, grins and waits for the feedback to build. A horrifying, hellish sound, hitherto unbeknownst to mankind erupts from the stealth bomber and reaches a magnificent crescendo exactly as the plane swoops to buzz the compound.
The hippies, dope fiends, corrupt politicos, evil drug lords and various other human debris look in to the moonless sky, paralyzed with fright. How could everything go so horribly wrong? At, that very moment, the Drug Czar, reaches behind his muscular, gleaming with sweat, right shoulder and produces a golden arrow, the tip soaked with Ronson lighter fluid. He lights the arrow, with a trusty American made Zippo lighter and pulls bowstring taught. Using the eagle eye that God gave him and specially designed, night vision Ray Ban Wayfarers, Ted locates his target; one especially offensive hippie with long, frizzy, greasy, lice ridden ridden hair.
The aim is true. Just as the hippie’s head is engulfed in flames, Ted stomps down on a Morley fuzz/wah that is rigged to open the hatch and let loose a bulging payload of napalm. Our hero opens throat and spews forth a blood curdling rock and roll scream for the ages as the bomber flies off through the rising smoke.
As dawn breaks through the jungle mist all that remains are the charred corpses of hippies, dope fiends, corrupt politicos, evil drug lords and various other human debris and…rubble.
The drug war is over my friends. It ends in victory for the righteous.
The world is safe for humanity.
Thank you, Drug Czar.
Thank you, Motor City Madman.
Thanks, Ted.
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