Obi None Obama Wins Nobel Peace Prize For ……

….doing absofuckinglutely not a fucking thing but fuck this fucking country the fuck up and kowtow to our fucking fuck fuck enemies and giving a few teleprompter aided speeches.

So with that being said, I couldn’t help but do my part to shit it up for Chairman Zero and splooge on the award. 

 I can haz a peace prize and of course we couldn’t let this go without a few words from everyone’s favorite honkey hater…….

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I can probably go out and find one at the bottom of a box of Frosted Flakes!

Once again the empty headed empty suit provides us with more laughs then a Nancy Pelosi & Barney Frank Porno movie.

 

The Nuge Says “Fuck You”

The guy from Michigan shares the same charm and proficiency in the use of the Four Letter Vocabulary as I do, except he’s a better guitar player and more famous then I am…Ted F’n Nugent!

From the Village Voice:

“I can’t wait to hear how you translate this in theVillage Voice, cause them motherfuckers need this.”

Over the course of a 40 minute phone conversation rock legend and conservative firebrand Ted Nugent discussed his new book, Ted, White and Blue: The Nugent Manifesto, his charity work, the state of the presidential race, gun control and even Mayor Bloomberg’s attempt to change the term limit laws. Nugent is planning two new books, including a tell-all on his rock lifestyle slated for 2010.

“I’m a pretty exciting young man, at the tender age of 60,” said Nugent, adding that the perfect response to almost any situation is a big “fuck you.” Here are some highlights.

VV: Since I know you’re such a big fan of Mike Bloomberg’s, you might be interested to know that he’s currently leading an effort to have our term limit laws, which were passed by voter referendum, overturned through legislation so that he can run for a third term.

TN: Well, you know what they always say, John, “Fuck those voters!” Good one there, Mikey. By all means, fuck the voters! What the fuck! Welcome to Planet of the Fucking Apes. Hey Mikey, eat me. That guy’s a punk.

Barack, fuck you. Joe, fuck you. John McCain, God bless you for discovering a Republican with massive amounts of balls. The good governor, Sarah Palin, is the bureaucrat-crushing, status quo-punching conservative that I’ve been looking for. I knew of her before John did, I had worked with Gov. Palin on numerous issues up in Alaska, where she proved she was a “we the people” person and not a bureaucrat monger. We are voting Republican this year, not because of John McCain as much as for Sarah Palin.

VV: So tell me a little about why you put the book together?

TN: Well, I woke up one morning, as I do every morning, for the last 60 years. My middle finger was on fire. I roasted adequate amounts of marshmallows upon said flames and I thought I would share it with my fellow civilians. I’m a live motherfucker, man. I actually participate in this experiment in self-government. I think guitar players qualify as “we the fucking people.” Quality of life is my demand, quality of life is certainly my modus operandi. I just had the greatest tour of my life. I have saluted way too many flag-draped coffins to take this lightly, to take anything for granted. I am privileged, honored and humbled to share campfires, both literally and figuratively, with the most courageous warriors in the history of humankind of the U.S. military who have willingly and voluntarily sacrificed their limbs and their eyes and their skin, many of them their lives, to chase down terror and to chase down evil and confront it and neutralize it at great cost.

And when you spend time with this level of humanity, this supreme dynamic of humanity, you are hopelessly humbled to give back. The “Ted, White and Blue” Nugent manifesto was not a project, my music is not a project, I don’t promote current projects. I have no current projects, my projects began on December 13, 1948. And this precious gift of life that I lovingly refer to as the “runaway freight train,” demands on an intellectual and spiritual level that I fight hard for the things I believe in as voiced and corroborated by people vastly superior to me, who fortify my conviction to do so. This is merely my written manifesto of how I live my daily life. I put my heart and soul into being the best that I can be, I am irrefutably and conclusively in the asset column at the end of every day of my life. I’m not for myself, I’m for my family, and my neighborhood and this country and mankind and the good mother earth. Those that would argue with that are either stoned or so recently stoned their logic is all but gone.

And this is a documentation of not just the Nugent family lifestyle, but of people I have had tons of communication with. Seventy-one concerts in 71 cities in 82 days this summer, and I’m a gregarious chap, so I hang out and bullshit. You’ve got people from every imaginable walk of life, and they all live like I live, in variations thereof. But it all includes an alarm clock, it all includes an insatiable craving and drive to be the best that they can be, to earn the playing card with massive amounts of working hard, and to just do the right damn thing. And don’t ask for anyone to give ‘em shit, but rather demand of themselves to produce to their maximum capability and give and give and give and give and give. I thought it was time to shine the spotlight on the outrageously wonderful, positive good in America while also spotlighting the cockroaches and the bad and the ugly, so that those that care about eliminating the bad and the ugly can join me in my stomping as the cockroaches run for cover and we squish them between the cleats of our hunting boots.

VV: The book does have a very “take care of yourself,” libertarian feel to it.

TN: That has to be qualified. I would literally alter my pursuit of happiness if I saw that it compromised yours. And I mean that. Let’s say I just love to shit in the river. That’s my pursuit of happiness. I’ve got a less than desirable pursuit of happiness. I would make sure that I didn’t shit upstream of you. You know what I mean. I can’t pursue that pursuit of happiness because it would fuck up yours if you’re downstream. It’s about cause and effect. It’s about being cognizant of your cause and effect and altering it so that, not only don’t we want anyone to tread on us, we review our treading to make sure we’re not treading on anyone else. So, yeah, libertarian, but with a sense of consciousness. I don’t want my pursuit of happiness to fuck yours.

I think that’s even beyond libertarian. Like Ron Paul, for Gods sake. So, you don’t think that we have to go after terror? You think we just need to secure the Pacific Ocean, Canadian, Mexican and Atlantic borders, that’s it? You don’t think we have to go chase down assholes? I think you’re wrong, Ron. Next.

VV: What do you think if the different bailout packages that we’ve had in the last few weeks?

TN: I don’t think anything, but I know that it’s criminal and abysmal and phenomenally counterproductive. The very concept of a bailout, as a rule, is to encourage irresponsible behavior because someone might be there to bail you out. I’m no economist, I mean I write about this in my book and I talk about it whenever I can, I’m a pretty simple guy. I’m cognizant of my income, and I’m cognizant of my expenses, and when I was selling night crawlers for a living I didn’t spend outside of my means, I didn’t live outside my means. When I was selling a couple thousand albums a year I didn’t live beyond my means. I’ve never, and never will, live beyond my means. I only purchase a home and a vehicle with credit. I can’t imagine using a credit card to the degree that I can’t pay it off the minute it became due. I can’t even conceive of that mindset.

Yet Uncle Sam is like a stoned, dirty, stinkin’ hippie with a credit card. It’s gluttonous, it’s slovenly, it’s indulgent. For anybody to bail anybody out is wrong. It’s counterproductive and disgusting. When Fedzilla is going to bail people out with my fuckin’ money, you might think he would have consulted with me first. It’s just bizarre. It’s beyond Planet of the Apes.

VV: You talk in the book about raising kids, and say that kids today are not being raised in a real world atmosphere…

TN: Yeah, it’s abysmal. It’s the abandonment of self-evident truth, common sense based parenting. Just the blubber factor alone is beyond the pail I puke in. At what point do you dry Johnny off from the bathtub, where you actually have to insert the towel between slabs? And then allow Johnny to continue on Tuesday the system by which the slabs were created on Monday? What the fuck is going on here? That pandemic of obesity and rotund, sperm whale-like children, is really a manifestation of an overall culture of depravation. If you can’t monitor, in a responsible and disciplined fashion, the nutritional diet of your children, I contend you can’t manage anything. Not only about your children, but about your life. Who, and at what time, determined that blubber on a human being was OK?

And I need to clarify this. You’re on the phone with a guy who lives to eat. I could eat the whole fucking moose. I love to eat. It would be nothing to eat a mountain of fucking food the way I cook everyday. But I’m a disciplined man. I’m 60 years old, and I’ve gained about 20 pounds since I graduated from high school, mostly muscle, by the way. But I want to remain reasonable svelte and athletic. So that’s an incredible discipline on my part. Cause I could eat ten times what I feed myself.

Who could be in the same house with some of these children and look at their faces, that resemble the asses of hippos, and not intervene. I am stunned at the disconnect. And the way they slouch. There’s no posture. It’s not universal, but it’s way out of control.

It all points to an increasing abandonment of discipline and awareness. There’s still mass quantities of good in my travels and in my relationships and my connections. There’s incredible amounts of heartwarming, optimistic good. But there’s a painful increase in the bad and the ugly. And it’s all self-inflicted. Poverty doesn’t have anything to do with hygiene. Poverty doesn’t have anything to do, well maybe it does have something to do with your bad breath. If you’re poor, how the fuck do you rationalize buying cigarettes? You know what I mean? I just come from a different planet where you think, and you know the stuff on the bad list. I bet you got the same bad list I do. I bet drinking and driving is on your bad list. I bet eating massive quantities of Pop-Tarts is probably on the bad list. I don’t occasionally visit the bad list. I avoid it like the fucking plague.

So when I see the Obamas of the world literally rewarding irresponsible and deadly behavior, and blowtorching more of our tax dollars. If you really study what Obama and Biden claim are the poverty level, how about this… fuck you. How about double fuck you. I do federal raids with federal marshals and the Texas rangers, and we kick down the doors of these fuckin’ mongrels. And they’re under the poverty level. But they’ve all got meth, they’ve all got crack, they all got whiskey, they all got a Monte Carlo with new fuckin’ wheels on it. And there’s the kid, living in the shit of their Rottweiler. How dare they buy a Rottweiler if you can’t buy pajamas for your fuckin’ kid? But they’re at the poverty level. They need help. Fuck you.

VV: How do you think the presidential race is shaping up?

TN: It’s pretty ugly. I can’t wait to hear how you translate this in the Village Voice, cause them motherfuckers need this. By the way, I am the fuckin’ village voice. Fuck you! Here’s the village voice, (screams) fuck you! That’s the voice of the village I come from, motherfucker.

Is that what that is, the presidential race? I thought it was the fuckin’ gong show. If it wasn’t for Sarah Palin, I’d move to fuckin’ Sweden. It’s pretty pathetic. I don’t think you can be “pretty pathetic.” It’s mighty pathetic. Barack Obama, I guess if you want to be Mao Tse Tung I suppose you can be. I just don’t think you should be the president of America. Call me weird. If you really study the Communist Party of America, if you go to their website and check out their bullet points, it is the Democrat Party bullet points. It is Barack Obama. And if I’m not mistaken…didn’t the wall come down? My family thought that communism had proven wrongheaded. Am I out of line here? Did I miss the reintroduction of communism and how it benefitted society? Maybe that chapter evaded me. Remember a minute ago, when I said “fuck you?” You might want to play that over the loudspeaker system wherever you go.

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Message To Barack Obama: Fuck You!

 

***Warning*** Intended for Mature Audiences Only. May contain adult language and sexual references.  Reader Discretion is Advised!
“I’m The Rogue Jew and I approve of this message!”
You know something? I’m pissed right the fuck off tonight.  I am sick and fucking tired of being told what I can and cannot say about this schmuck running for President.  The egomaniacal messiah of the Democratic Party.  The Media have spent more time investigating a fucking plumber then they have that Prick Obama.  G-d forbid you speak out against Obama.  After what some people have seen what the MSM did to Joe the Plumber, they are now afraid to come out of hiding to speak the truth about Obama’s relationship with Ayers the Terrorist.

Fuck em!  Obama, Biden, Dean, Billary Clinton, and all the rest of the Kool Aid drinking cult of assholes can line up and kiss my fat hairy ass. Tonight I am so fucking pissed off I can hardly breath.  McCain, where is the Maverick?  Why are you not kicking Obama’s ass back to the turd world country he came back here from?  Quit being such a nice guy.  My past experience tells me nice guys finish last and assholes finish with time to spare.  Time to strap your nuts on and spend this last two weeks pounding Obama’s punk ass into a puddle of piss, shit, snot and blood, and if the bitch gets back up, then put him back on the mat.  

Who gives a flying fuck what the MSM says.  I know, I know…They’ll say your a racist….They are going to say that anyway.  That’s the only thing he’s got to run on.  I could give two shits what race he is, who the fuck cares, white, black, yellow, purple….From where I sit, his color is Commie Fucking Red and that’s the only color I see in this election.  I’m a Jew and I did’nt vote for that liberal Prick Lieberman when he ran with dumbass Al Gore, so race or religion doesn’t mean squat shit to me when it comes to choosing a leader.  I want someone with some big fucking balls and an itchy trigger finger who falls asleep at night with his fucking finger on the button.
You get the message.....

You get the message.....

I know what your all saying…Why the foul language?  I’m sick to fucking death of the hopey changey nicey nice crap.  I gave blood, sweat, and snot to the Michigan of Dept of Corrections for over ten years.  I graduated with a PhD in four letter words.  The word “Fuck” was used as a comma in most cases.  I haven’t gone off on a four letter rant in so long it really feels good to get it off my chest.  So I figure before the Feuhrer goes off and makes it illegal to use his name in vain, I figureed I’d give that Penis with Ears a good verbal fist fuck for him and his cult of schmucks to remember me by while their slurping the koolaid he pisses forth unto the masses.
I personally wish they’d take Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, Ted Kennedy and Howard Dean. Tie all of them pricks to their chairs and make em stare at Helen Thomas till that bitch uglies that whole bunch to death!
On that happy note, I think I’m going to go to bed now.  I will need all the sleep I can get to pay for Obama to spread my wealth around and hand over my hard earned dollars to the baby making cum guzzeling crack whores and their pimps/dealer……Fuck, I’m tired!
We are so fucked!

We are so fucked!

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