Quote:NRA's Ted Nugent Posts Racist "2 Niggers And A Stolen Truck" Meme
Blog ››› March 31, 2016 2:25 PM EDT ››› TIMOTHY JOHNSON
National Rifle Association board member Ted Nugent posted a racially derogatory image on his Facebook page that he said was an advertisement for a moving company called "2 niggers and a stolen truck."
In a March 31 post, Nugent shared the image with his comment: "Before all the braindead dishonest lying scum politically correct racist hatepunks get all goofball toxic on us here, I am simply promoting a brilliant entrepreneur in Detroit that created a clever bussiness. His words, not mine. Ya gotta luv this guy!! When in doubt whip it out!"
In addition to racist language, the image also has racial caricatures of black people:
There is no actual moving company; the image is actually a fake that has been shared on racist websites and condemned by civil rights leaders.
Nugent, who wrote a column last year for conspiracy website WND praising the use of the word "nigger," even as a racial insult, frequently makes racially charged and otherwise inflammatory comments. Earlier in 2016, he caused widespread controversy for sharing anti-Semitic material on his Facebook page.
Nugent is up for re-election to the NRA's board during the gun organization's May 2016 annual meeting.
Quote:Patriotic American Ted Nugent Shit His Pants to Avoid the Draft
Guitar-slinging millionaire dipshit Ted Nugent will be attending the State of Union tonight, as the guest of Texas Republican Rep. Steve Stockman. Nugent—who last year issued a veiled threat to President Obama—says he'll "demilitarize" before he goes. An interesting choice of words, as Nugent isn't himself a military man—in fact, he literally shit his pants to avoid being drafted.
From a 1977 High Times interview dug up by Dangerous Minds
I got my physical notice 30 days prior to. Well, on that day I ceased cleansing my body. No more brushing my teeth, no more washing my hair, no baths, no soap, no water. Thirty days of debris build. I stopped shavin' and I was 18, had a little scraggly beard, really looked like a hippie. I had long hair, and it started gettin' kinky, matted up. Then two weeks before, I stopped eating any food with nutritional value. I just had chips, Pepsi, beer-stuff I never touched-buttered poop, little jars of Polish sausages, and I'd drink the syrup, I was this side of death, Then a week before, I stopped going to the bathroom. I did it in my pants. poop, piss the whole shot. My pants got crusted up.
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So I went in, and those guys in uniform couldn't believe the smell. They were ridiculin' me and pushin' me around and I was cryin', but all the time I was laughin' to myself. When they stuck the needle in my arm for the blood test I passed out, and when I came to they were kicking me into the wall.
Then they made everybody take off their pants, and I did, and this sergeant says, "Oh my God, put those back on! You fucking swine you!" Then they had a urine test and I couldn't piss, But my poop was just like ooze, man, so I poop in the cup and put it on the counter. I had poop on my hand and my arm. The guy almost puked. I was so proud. I knew I had these chumps beat. The last thing I remember was wakin' up in the ear test booth and they were sweepin' up. So I went home and cleaned up.
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But you know the funny thing about it? I'd make an incredible army man. I'd be a colonel before you knew what hit you, and I'd have the baddest bunch of motherfuckin' killers you'd ever seen in my platoon. But I just wasn't into it.
