Anti-Obama Loony Ted Nugent Literally Pooped His Pants to Keep from Being Drafted

The bigger they talk, the weaker they usually are.  Ted Nugent is known for being the biggest anti-Obama voice of the Right Wing.  He is also considered somewhat racist for attacking the president in a really nasty way.  Nugent has even gone as far as stating that he’d like to see President Obama gone…for good…sent to the afterlife.  His words are borderline treasonous, but the racists of America identify with him, which keeps him on the stage.

But check this out.  Nugent is not only full of c**p, but he let some of that c**p out in his pants and in a cup in order to avoid having to go fight for his country.  So, the man who loves to talk big about what he would do if someone came to take his guns is really the country music equivalent to a studio gangster – for those who don’t know, a “studio gangster” is a hi-hop term for someone who talks in public about a life that they would never actually have the courage to try to live.  Nugent is the ultimate Vanilla Ice.

Here is an excerpt 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 p**p, 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. p**p, p**s 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 f*****g swine you!” Then they had a urine test and I couldn’t p**s, But my p**p was just like ooze, man, so I p**p in the cup and put it on the counter. I had p**p 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 m**********n’ killers you’d ever seen in my platoon. But I just wasn’t into it.

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