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  • August 9th, 2014

Crazies Babble On

If there was any doubt that the right end (read that “butt end”) of the Republican Party has gone insane, consider this statement from Rep. Steve King: During a conference call last month with the National Emergency Coalition, Rep. Steve King said that the U.S. needs to crack down on immigration because our nation’s borders were established by God.  Disrespecting the borders, the congressman suggested, is disrespecting God’s will.

Missouri and Iowa once had a border war over where the northern boundary of Missouri and the southern boundary of Iowa territory lay.  After a brief skirmish which cost the life of one deer and a whole lot of whiskey, the two sides turned the feud over to surveyors.  God was notably absent from the final border settlement.  Maybe He was down in Texas helping Sam Houston kill a bunch of upstart Mexicans who somehow seemed to think their country was theirs to keep.

King, from Iowa probably still patrol the historic border when he isn’t busy being nuts, huffing about those heathen Pukes from Missouri.  He has been breathing pig shit dust for so long it has turned his brain to brown mush.  He also said of President Obama “Now I don’t assert where he was born, I will just tell you that we are all certain that he was not raised with an American experience. So these things that beat in our hearts when we hear the National Anthem and when we say the Pledge of Allegiance doesn’t beat the same for him.”  The sad part is there are many ideologues in this country who are happy to inhale the same noxious nonsense and keep morons like him in office.

When it comes to immigration reform, King has it all nailed down.  While admitting that the occasional illegal immigrant has adapted, thrived and become class valedictorian, “For every one that’s a valedictorian, there’s another 100 out there that they weigh 130 pounds and they’ve got calves the size of cantaloupes because they’re hauling 75 pounds of marijuana across the desert.”  Any comment about that nutso comment would be superfluous.  Take a look at any given hundred of the illegal Central American kids who’ve hiked a thousand miles to escape intolerable conditions in their sump pit of a country and guess how many of them did it packing 75 pounds of weed.

Witness Michelle Bachmann, the raving wicked witch of the north of Iowa.  She’s definitely in the running for the craziest member of that clown troupe known as Congress.   In a moment of honesty possibly a first for her, she once said, “Nothing scares members of Congress more than freedom loving Americans.”  She also offered to slit her wrists to defeat  the health care bill.  “…be blood brothers on this thing.”  Unfortunately no one took her up on it and she reneged.  The blood brother thing echoes the oft maniacal ravings of Ted Nugent, rock and roll’s spokesperson for bigotry.  Wonder what Little Richard, the legendary wild man of roots rock, thinks of Nugent’s right out there racism?  Probably not much.

As halfheartedly as they deny it, the hatred of the President is race-based.  Think not.  Here’s Rep. Mo Brooks (R-Ala.)  who thinks Democrats are hurting their prospects with white voters.  “This is a part of the war on whites that’s being launched by the Democratic Party. And the way in which they’re launching this war is by claiming that whites hate everybody else,” he said during a recent interview with conservative radio host Laura Ingraham. “It’s part of the strategy that Barack Obama implemented in 2008, continued in 2012, where he divides us all on race, on sex, greed, envy, class warfare, all those kinds of things. Well that’s not true.”  Does he mean that what he just said is not true ?  Yes, but he’s so damn dumb he doesn’t realize that he just denied his own claim.  Ah, Alabama, home of Bull Connors, George Wallace, the White Citizens Council and the Ku Klux Klan.  Their spirit lives!

But if you want to experience racial hatred you need not go farther than your local record shop.  Ted Nugent will supply all you can stomach, even if you have a strong ability to resist gagging.  Samples from the venom glands of rock’s self-proclaimed wild man: Nugent has called President Obama a “subhuman mongrel” and referred to him as a “chimpanzee.  Nugent previously called Obama a Nazi and a “piece of shit” who should “suck on my machine gun.” He once called Hilary Clinton a “toxic cunt” and, on another topic, said, “I’m beginning to wonder if it would have been best [if] had the South won the Civil War.”  In just about any other country on earth, Nugent would at best be jailed for comments like that and at worst learn first-hand what sucking on a machine gun tastes like.  But in our country he can say things like that because of the first amendment to the Constitution.

Nugent is the mouth piece of a sub-segment of American society it is not pleasant to think about, the bigots, homophobes anti-women and hatemongers who in early times would have happily attended a rally to lynch the President.  To give the whack-‘em-stack ‘em guru what little credit he deserves, he at least says what others are thinking , those who just cloak their hate with a thin veneer of evasive rhetoric  (“presidential overreach”) and similar locutions to mask what they’d like  to say (“suck on our Republican machine gun, you uppity Chicago nigger!”)

Nugent does not do drugs, good for him, but trumpets family values as do his ardent fans, like Sarah Palin, the Alaska gold digger.  How then to explain the lyrics of a 1981 Nugent ode to the joys of pedophilia:

Well, I don’t care if you’re just 13

 You look too good to be true

 I just know that you’re probably clean

 There’s one lil’ thing I got do to you

Jailbait you look so good to me

 Jailbait won’t you set me free

 Jailbait you look fine fine fine

 I know I’ve got to have you in a matter of time

 

 

It’s quite alright, I asked your mama

 Wait a minute, officer

 Don’t put those handcuffs on me

 Put them on her, and I’ll share her with you

There you go rock and roll fans.  There’s your family value guy showing his true colors.  Whoops!

Beyond Nugent’s obvious hatred of about anyone who ain’t him, he represents a philosophy of hunting that is foreign to me and I would hope to any ethical hunter.  ”Whack ‘em and stack ‘em” isn’t hunting; it’s shooting for the sheer thrill of killing.  I was hunting before Ted Nugent was born and I never have subscribed to the “if it’s brown it’s down “ outlook on hunting.  The pleasure of a day in the field should not be measured by the weight of the gut pile but by the pleasure of good company, the good dog work (even the bad if it makes a good story), the taste of clean fall air, the fit of a good gun and all the memories that have little to do with limits.  Killing is an essential part of hunting, but it’s not the be-all.

Nugent has been campaigning for Texas gubernatorial candidate Greg Abbott and if ever there was an unholy alliance that’s it.  Abbott has sued the Environmental Protection Agency 17 times over air quality standards and greenhouse gas emissions. (He believes carbon dioxide can’t be a pollutant because it is emitted by humans, and after experiencing freezing temperatures in Midland, he once tweeted, “Whatever happened to global warming?” It was January.)

Abbott has had Nugent fronting for him musically in a race with Wendy Davis who has had Willie Nelson singing for her.  ‘Nuff said.

Obama is to politics as Jackie Robinson was to baseball, a groundbreaker, a symbol.  Robinson’s ordeal under race baiting fire was more overt, but it’s there with Obama in 2014 just as surely as it was with Robinson in 1948.  Obama is not perfect.  He has been timid at times, tentative at others when he should have been assertive.  But George W. Bush steered the ship of state aground on the rocks of two wars and a near depression.  Obama has a recovering economy and has sort of ended both wars, all in the face of unrelenting opposition from the right.

All in all he has done yeoman work under near impossible conditions.   Just once in his eight years in would be nice to hear the lynch mob admit that the President deserves respect and a modicum of cooperation in a job that no one should want and no one really is capable of doing.  Don’t hold your breath—our country is not just divided; it’s in danger of having its political spinal cord irreparably severed.

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