
Guitar-strumming mental health outpatient Ted Nugent is all “Hello South Bloomington Swap Meet & Craft Festival Sunday shoppers! Are you ready to rock? Aaaa-oo! Aaaa-ooo! Wang dang sweet poontang!” because Mitt Romney selected Paul Ryan to be his second as part of his Morning In America v2.0 duel against the olds, poors, coloreds, gays, messicans, workers, wimmins, youngs, science, and The Enlightenment.
That is because Ted Nugent shares a mystical/spiritual bond with Paul Ryan that You People cannot understand unless you have participated in the crucible of manhood that is going mano a mano with a wild feral woodland deer. Paul Ryan has done this and lived to tell and that has made Ted Nugent’s one good eye (the one that doesn’t kind of look off to the one side all weird and shit) peer dreamily into the distance with a remembrance of wood smoke and chilled breath in the crisp dawn air, the sound of crackling leaves underfoot, the quarry sighted, an arrow released good and true, the death throes, and then the solemn ritual of slitting open the beast, consuming it hot and still beating heart as the black flies are drawn to your blood smeared face, your forearms covered in gore and viscera up to the elbows, droplets of blood glittering like death rubies on the leaves as a merciless sun breaks through the clouds illuminating your mastery and dominion over nature…
Then some wetnaps for cleaning up. Maybe a little Purell because you can never be too safe….
Oh, right, The Nuge:
Conservative rocker Ted Nugent says in an exclusive interview with Newsmax that you can tell a lot about the kind of vice president Paul Ryan would make by the fact that he lists bowhunting as one of life’s great passions.
“He’s an addicted bowhunter. He loves the mystical flight of the arrow,” explained Nugent, who was taking a break from his concert tour on Saturday at a lakeside log cabin in Michigan. “I defy you to come up with a person that has a more spiritual relationship with the pulse that drives Paul Ryan’s life than me.”
Unlike other forms of hunting, Nugent, a fellow bowhunter, said the sport imposes the “ultimate challenge and discipline” on hunters if they want to be successful.
“Killing a deer with a bow and arrow is borderline impossible because the animals are so wary and the bow and arrow is such a short-range weapon,” said Nugent, who is also on the board of the National Rifle Association, in an exclusive interview.
“This kind of discipline is just what America needs in leadership and I know it appears to be a huge leap from what some consider recreational activities,” he said. “Paul and I could go to the grocery store if we wanted to, but we have chosen this original primal pursuit of game with a self-limiting weapon. And that says volumes for what drives this man to do the right thing in spite of political correctness.”
This is real hunting, not pussy shoot-your-best-friend-in-the-face hunting. It will come in very handy when newly elected Vice President Paul Ryan stalks the wily and dangerous North American oldster, many of whom live in herds in Florida and are known to congregate around the steam tables about 4PM for their evening feeding.
Cry Matlock! and let loose the arrows of austerity!




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Fortunately, I am too old to have to yell “‘WATCH OUT GRANNY…” when Paul Ryan starts stalking his prey with the latest MAMBA XLR36 – DUAL CAMS bow. My grannies are already, mercifully, at rest.
But wait a minute…wait just a DOG GONE MINUTE…I’m a grandpa and that makes my wife a…GASP…”granny”!!
Holy fucking crap…
Time to stock up on the titanium shields.
A bit OT, but I was wondering if, come debate time, Romney will want Ryan to debate Obama.
Probably not. Ryan will demand to debate Obama.
What? I thought Ted’s good eye was the one that looked all weird and shit. The things you lurn on a Sunday afternoon!
Oh, Mr. TBOGG! My lazy self was forced to dig up my Word Press Password so I could log in to say, “Well played, Sir”. Your posts are always brilliant but this one was, well, I can’t begin to summon words that would do it justice. I love Charles Pierce and James Wolcott, and I rate you right up there with them. But seriously, how can he get away with this uber macho poseur persona when he pooped his pants to avoid going to Vietnam? Why doesn’t anyone call him on this crap? Yeah, I know. I’ll go back to nodding off into my gruel now.
Conservative rocker Ted Nugent says in an exclusive interview with Newsmax
The new daredevil game is seeing how long you can last on that site before you start feeling syphilis symptoms.
Sometimes the jokes just
writetalk about themselves…Ted, here’s a tip. Wipe some wild beast piss on your puss and them deers will figure you is just one of them. Then u can get up close and personal and maybe even stick a knife in theys guts. But better wash up before you meet the misses. Here tell they don’t like that piss smell too much. Well, in your case who knows.
It must be even more exciting for Nuge that the top-o’-the-ticket guy is also blooded in the ways of manhood.
“I’m not a big-game hunter,” [Romney] announced in 2007. “I’ve always been a rodent and rabbit hunter. Small varmints, if you will. I began when I was 15 or so and I have hunted those kinds of varmints since then.”
He has pitted his wits and skill against the Most Dangerous Game, and returned with the head of the vole and shrew.
Voles? Shiitl. just go out in the garden and step on those little fuckers. Or let ur beagle catch em for sport. Real men use bow and arrow to go after big game.
I can only wholeheartedly agree with urbanmeemaw. Indeed “Well played, Sir!”.
Exactly, blue. I wasn’t talking about real men. I was talking about Mitt Romney.
Oh, but Mr. Ryan is a Stateman don’t forget. I read in Huff Po that it only took him 13 years to pass, not one, but TWO laws. Important ones! His very first was monumental–he changed the name of a U.S post office! And the second one? Practically single-handedly, he changed the taxation and therefore the COST of arrow heads!! It’s overwhelming, I tell ya.
Yeah well, he’s just a pussy.
So that would explain why one of the most gentle men I’ve met down here goes out into the woods every year and bags his limit in the “bow hunter week” they have before the loonies with the big bang-sticks show up to start blasting away at each other? (His wife cooks some MEAN venison… Bambi’s yummy.)
So what $300 wine goes well with feral codger? We know that despite Young Ted’s praise and their shared loathing of whatever they use for a Piggly Wiggly, Mr Ryan enjoys a fine wine. Or is he so pure of spirit that it turns to water when it touches his lips?
Some of the Most Dangerous Game are intestinal parasites.
If Uncle Ted’s a real man he’ll cut himself open and pop an arrow in their asses!
Sitting in a deer stand fending off text messages of a Wisconsin autumn while waiting for the poor deer to come walking down the well-marked trail under one’s nose is hardly better than Cheney’s farm harvesting.
Wake me when he brings down an antelope.
Almost as unpossible as killing one with a car.
Hey Ted, listen up. About that piss on the puss. I don’t want to steer you the wrong way here. If you’re not careful and get the wrong kind you might run into Bambi’s daddy, ya know. And then the shit will hit the fan. That pecker be after your ass all night.
so that’s what happened to young Ted?
Having had Mr Nugent’s music inflicted on me (listened to it would be completely inaccurate) I’d say he feels the same way about playing a major seventh chord.
Which is why Ted baits them to get them into range.
OMG! An exclusive interview with Newsmax! Nugent hits the big time, maybe next it’s a one-on-one with Jonah Goldberg!
You’d think with two poaching convictions, his days as a hunter would be numbered. Guess not.
Crap, you beat me to the poaching thing by 6 minutes! I wonder if Mr. Alfalfa shares Ted’s court-documented spiritual bond with poaching.
The deer baiting had already been alluded to in the comments a bit.
Really, I thought it was pretty common knowledge–and the cluelessness of it all: he actually filmed the poaching violations for his show.
When Jesus’ General posted about Ted’s poaching charges from AK (federal charges for interstate transport of poached wildlife) I reminded him (and he h/t’d) of the CA conviction, which he stupidly televised. Its not common-enough knowledge.
After the CA conviction, MI’s teabagger governor asked him to advise him on hunting laws – his advice was to legalize deer baiting on private hunting ranches, such as the one he operates in MI…
Hee –
Just – Hee!
For those not schooled in Rock’n Roll, the defining ethos is killing animals, with an M16 if necessary, telling grandma to shove it, and counting the profits from your off-shore tax-avoidance account. Can you feel the beat? If there was anything that I got out of the ‘Nuge’ era is that bullets are the best, your 401K rules and anyone who isn’t rich is a LOSER!!! ROCK ON!!! If you aren’t a producer you are a taker, moocher or leach. Now buy a $75.00 ticket to hear me be an asshoooooooole!!!
Not that the Nuge ever made much sense anyway — but this is a whole new level of stupid. Just when I think the guy has hit rock bottom of dumb, he goes and finds himself a shovel.
Cry Matlock! and let loose the arrows of austerity! — I really love that.
Why this child-raping, draft-dodging, eight-kids-with-six-different-women (only one of whom he married) jackass gets any attention whatsoever escapes me.
In an interview a couple of days ago he blasted Obama’s lack of morality and praised Romney’s. But no surprise that Romney probably covets this hypocritical douchebag’s vote.
But IOIYAR, right?
I thought nothing could outdo Charlie Pierce’s post but this is sheer genius and the fact that it’s not on the front page of the NY Times is the true indictment of our lousy media.
Didn’t Ted main stage at HamptonPalooza?
Why is it that already even Munster’s fans fawn over his hobbies more than his actual accomplishments?
This morning whatever old white guy PeeWee Herman used to lackey for before he lackeyed for Kemp yakked about his PX90 dedication, here’s the Nuge babbling about his bow hunting (gross) and when there isn’t that we hear about what an awesome dad he is.
This is all very nice—–but more qualifies toone be perhaps Greg Brady, not leader of the free world in waiting. But I answered my question, his accomplishments consist of: saying “no” to Obama a lot; the above mentioned 2 bills in 13 years; plagarising the Heritage Foundation’s kill America plan; being a chicken hawk (for both real and deficits)—and hanging out with Tom Delay and Jack Abramoff.
Hobbies it is, then!!!
Also:
- Wiki
Too: I concur with others here, TBogg, on the quality of this post. Your “mastery and dominion over nature” rant is simply awesome.
My guess would be a 1987 Chateau Leche Cul.
Ryan strikes me as more the “jack-lighting” type.
Attaboy, Ted. You kill them deer “in spite of political correctness.” Because if anything attests to a guy’s manhood, it’s being able to defy the preferences of your local branch of PETA , some tree-hugging hippie chicks, Friends of the Earth, and several liberal “animal rights” groups who guys like you don’t need to listen to because they’re not the boss of you.
I bet you drink red wine with fish and don’t wash your hands after wee-wee, neither. Why? Because you got guts, hombre. And not only guts. Like a good third grader, you use your imagination as you kill animals that don’t (unlike, say, bears or lions) attack you, while pretending you’re a stone brave frontiersman just like Davy Crockett, who kilt him a bar when he was only three IN SPITE OF POLITICAL CORRECTNESS.
I would like to point out that I’ve only ever killed one deer in my life; however, I lassoed it and cut its’ throat with a buck knife (long story – mercy killing). In Ted’s book, this makes me the automatic PRESIDENT OF THE UNIVERSE, so I’ll be moving into my office now please.
Hmmmm. Venison goes so well with a nice $350 bottle or two of 2004 Jayer-Gilles Echézeaux du Dessus
cru red Burgundy.
I used to think the old story about the Texan who wanted to become an Alaskan was a joke. He’s told he has to do three things: eat a baby seal, have sex with an Eskimo woman, and kill a polar bear. After many nights, he staggers into the cabin, clothes filthy and torn to shreds, blood running from deep wounds all over face and body, and gasps, “Now, where’s that Eskimo woman I have to kill.”
Now it’s starting to remind me of the crap Romney is being told he has to do to insure the support of the conservative base. Maybe he’ll pick up on the “true man needs to kill a grizzly with his fingers and teeth” idea and send Paul Ryan off to do it.
I do not think “concert tour” means what you think it means.
I think you really can die laughing. Can’t. Breathe. Aaaarrrrgggh. Urk.
Which is why the Mongols could knock a knight off his horse at 300 yards with one. While on horseback themselves.
But…but…but…our State Fair is the BEST State Fair. Don’t miss it, don’t even be late!
Just wanted to say that you ended this piece brilliantly. Thanks.
Dad brought home a deer he got with bow and arrow. As with all the deer he brought in, we ate it for months, until the cuts in the freezer started to seem a bit off and we pureed them in the blender for the dog.
“I defy you to come up with a person that has a more spiritual relationship with the pulse that drives Paul Ryan’s life than me.”
You know what, Ted? I’m just gonna give you that one. No problemo.
I have a friend who is a bow-hunter. It’s not that hard. You have a blind or a tree stand. You use your sound lures. The deer walks into the clearing and and you make a ‘bleating’ noise like a goat. The deer stops, because that’s what they do when that noise is made and you shoot it at close range, usually 20-to-25 yards.
It’s not like you’re shooting a fast moving target at a couple of hundred yards out.
Bears are easier. You set up camp. Put up a stand. The bear comes to raid your donuts which you leave in your tent and you shoot him. My friend says he does let the bear eat some of the donuts first…
Ted Nugent boasts: Killing a deer with a bow and arrow is borderline impossible because the animals are so wary and the bow and arrow is such a short-range weapon…
No, it’s not, and no, it’s not, and no it’s not.
Ted, a deer’s an easy mark, as sort of defined by the “deer in the headlights” aphorism. They just ain’t that bright and are therefore nothing like “wary”, they’re simply dopes. Happy shootin’, Ted!
I lived on Catalina Island for several years at the turn of the sixties, and encountered a lot of deer. If you were reasonably quiet and not crashing around through the chapparal like, well, a bowhunter, than you could easily come within 20 foot of a deer. So that’s strike two Ted.
Last, the bow is only a short range weapon in [laughing] the weak girly arms of Ted Nugent, and Ted, you oughta stop feeding me straight lines.
Gary Larson drew an illustration of Ted Nugent as we know him today.
Shows what I know. I thought you lured them with a pic-a-nic basket.
I once shot an elephant in my pajamas. What he was doing in my pajamas I’ll never know.
The classics never grow stale.
For the same reason no right-winger will ever call him on his fondness for San Quentin Quail (just ask Courtney Love) or for his, erm, interesting attitude towards females in general.
For me, Nuge is just emblematic of the whole TeaBagger keyboard warrior crowd, only his narcissism is on ‘roids & he’s very large & in charge of his image & (I guess) his whole rock ‘n roll so-called “bona fides.”
The whole hunting thing is dumb. Killing deer with bows ‘n arrows ain’t all that difficult, as I hear-tell from acquaintances I know who kill elk, moose and wild boar by bow. The latter, in particular, is quite something to kill that way, as wild boar aren’t nothing to mess with.
Nuge is just a big old sissy pants. Too a-skeert to really stick his fat neck out in Viet Nam, but runs around with his penis-substitute guns & bows and blabs about the so-called “morals” of others, whilst, essentially in the so-called “Christian” world-view, has led a life that’s been quite “sinful” (I could give a crap, myself, but…).
I can see, though, that he’s perfect for a lotta conservatarded types who live on El Lushbo and wanna get their rocks off fapping to fevered fantasies about their bromance with “manly rock star” Nuge and his huge fucking gun. Booyah!