The Nuge is a draft-dodging wuss masquerading as a tough guy. He had his chance to be Mr. He-Man in Nam and he chose instead to not shower for a month, shit and piss his pants on the day he went before the draft board, and thereby gain himself a deferment for being crazy. Yet, somehow, he feels morally superior to the hippies who simply burned their draft cards.
What exactly do you see in him?
His Neanderthal politics aside, he has little else to offer. He can't sing. He can't write songs. He can play guitar, but not nearly as well as some of his fans seem to think. (I've heard him called one of the best in the world. LOL. The perm'd dude at your neighborhood Guitar Center could outshred him. And his tone, as Eddie Van Halen long ago noted, is just godawful. It sounds like his poor Gibson hollow body has an adenoid problem.)
He's just Ann Coulter with a guitar and without a penis.
I like that story about how Ted dodged the draft! I didn't know that.
Why do I like Ted even though he stands for everything I oppose? "Double Live Gonzo." One of the best live rock & roll albums ever, despite Ted's shortcomings as a technician.
He's also always been flat-out crazy and quotable as hell. Today Ted's an anachronism; 230 years ago he would have been a Founding Father.
Born in the wild to Canadian Timberwolves, Fang was wrestled from his mother's teat at an early age and placed in the custody of a government sponsored think tank in New York City. He escaped at age seven by gnawing off a doo-claw and has been riding a wave of self-righteous indignation to Nowheresville, baby, ever since. He is currently enjoying being a PhD (by marriage), but on the advice of his attorney has refused all comment except to assert an apparently deeply-held conviction that frozen strawberries should be thawed, not microwaved.
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Alright, Fang, I'll bite ...
The Nuge is a draft-dodging wuss masquerading as a tough guy. He had his chance to be Mr. He-Man in Nam and he chose instead to not shower for a month, shit and piss his pants on the day he went before the draft board, and thereby gain himself a deferment for being crazy. Yet, somehow, he feels morally superior to the hippies who simply burned their draft cards.
What exactly do you see in him?
His Neanderthal politics aside, he has little else to offer. He can't sing. He can't write songs. He can play guitar, but not nearly as well as some of his fans seem to think. (I've heard him called one of the best in the world. LOL. The perm'd dude at your neighborhood Guitar Center could outshred him. And his tone, as Eddie Van Halen long ago noted, is just godawful. It sounds like his poor Gibson hollow body has an adenoid problem.)
He's just Ann Coulter with a guitar and without a penis.
6:24 AM
I miss your blog, too, Mark!
11:22 AM
But seriously...
I like that story about how Ted dodged the draft! I didn't know that.
Why do I like Ted even though he stands for everything I oppose? "Double Live Gonzo." One of the best live rock & roll albums ever, despite Ted's shortcomings as a technician.
He's also always been flat-out crazy and quotable as hell. Today Ted's an anachronism; 230 years ago he would have been a Founding Father.
6:02 PM
Anyone want to get mellow they can turn around and get the fuck out of here!
11:37 PM
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