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Rupert Murdoch, media mogul, evil genius, right-wing propagandist, is the highest bidder for Dow Jones and its flagship newspaper, The Wall Street Journal. The WSJ is upset over this because of Murdoch’s meddling and obsequiousness towards China. They fear Murdoch will ruin one of the best newspapers in the world. And they are right. Murdoch has a history of turning his news outlets into propaganda machines. They spew faux-populist crap and call it fair and balanced. Murdoch also bends over backwards not to insult totalitarian China, killing book deals that criticize China’s repressive government all in the name of China’s currency: yuan.
Now the reporting of the WSJ is excellent. Their news section is one of the finest in the world. The opinion section is shite. Ayn Randian belief in unregulated markets and knee-jerk conservative values rule the opinion pages. While the supposedly liberal bastion New York Times has conservative pundits such as David Brooks, the WSJ opinion section has no such balance. And apparently they don’t care much about facts or logic. As long as you bleat their ideology, they will print your ravings.
Case in point: the Nuge. Ted Nugent, has-been rocker, famous for being drug free and his love of hunting, wrote an editorial slamming the celebration of the 40th anniversary of the Summer of Love. Why would the stuffy staff of the WSJ call upon the Nuge to write an editorial is beyond me. Perhaps they love all those paeans to pussy that Nugent wrote, such as “Cat Scratch Fever” and “Wang Dang Sweet Poontang.” And the Nuge delivers on the hysterical prose:
Forty years ago hordes of stoned, dirty, stinky hippies converged on San Francisco to "turn on, tune in, and drop out," which was the calling card of LSD proponent Timothy Leary. Turned off by the work ethic and productive American Dream values of their parents, hippies instead opted for a cowardly, irresponsible lifestyle of random sex, life-destroying drugs and mostly soulless rock music that flourished in San Francisco.
Actually I think they were turned off by the Vietnam war, the repression and unhappiness of their parents and what a complete lie the American Dream is, unless your Scooter Libby. He then bemoans the death of Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin due to drugs. I can’t argue with that. And then he casually drops a lie:
Other musical geniuses such as Jim Morrison and Mama Cass would also be dead due to drugs within a few short years. The bodies of chemical-infested, brain-dead liberal deniers continue to stack up like cordwood.
Morrison’s death remains a bit of a mystery because no autopsy was done on it. He certainly was no stranger to drugs, but more than likely, Morrison died due to his enormous drinking habit, and although alcohol is a drug, hippies for the most part rejected alcohol. Mama Cass died from a heart attack brought on by obesity, a true American, Midwest, American-Values problem. (No, she didn’t choke on a ham sandwich.) Also, the term liberal deniers make it sound like someone denying liberals, but clear grammar and logic is not the Nuge’s forte.
Then he gives a powerful description of what he went through in those turbulent times:
I literally had to step over stoned, drooling fans, band mates, concert promoters and staff to pursue my musical American Dream throughout the 1960s and 1970s. I flushed more dope and cocaine down backstage toilets than I care to remember. In utter frustration I was even forced to punch my way through violent dopers on occasion.
I love this image: Terrible Ted punching his way through a zombie force of drooling drugged out hippies. Say Ted, didn’t you sing “The stakes are high and so am I” in your song, “Free For All”? Oh I see, you can exploit drug use in your songs but you didn’t use them.
Now the reporting of the WSJ is excellent. Their news section is one of the finest in the world. The opinion section is shite. Ayn Randian belief in unregulated markets and knee-jerk conservative values rule the opinion pages. While the supposedly liberal bastion New York Times has conservative pundits such as David Brooks, the WSJ opinion section has no such balance. And apparently they don’t care much about facts or logic. As long as you bleat their ideology, they will print your ravings.
Case in point: the Nuge. Ted Nugent, has-been rocker, famous for being drug free and his love of hunting, wrote an editorial slamming the celebration of the 40th anniversary of the Summer of Love. Why would the stuffy staff of the WSJ call upon the Nuge to write an editorial is beyond me. Perhaps they love all those paeans to pussy that Nugent wrote, such as “Cat Scratch Fever” and “Wang Dang Sweet Poontang.” And the Nuge delivers on the hysterical prose:
Forty years ago hordes of stoned, dirty, stinky hippies converged on San Francisco to "turn on, tune in, and drop out," which was the calling card of LSD proponent Timothy Leary. Turned off by the work ethic and productive American Dream values of their parents, hippies instead opted for a cowardly, irresponsible lifestyle of random sex, life-destroying drugs and mostly soulless rock music that flourished in San Francisco.
Actually I think they were turned off by the Vietnam war, the repression and unhappiness of their parents and what a complete lie the American Dream is, unless your Scooter Libby. He then bemoans the death of Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin due to drugs. I can’t argue with that. And then he casually drops a lie:
Other musical geniuses such as Jim Morrison and Mama Cass would also be dead due to drugs within a few short years. The bodies of chemical-infested, brain-dead liberal deniers continue to stack up like cordwood.
Morrison’s death remains a bit of a mystery because no autopsy was done on it. He certainly was no stranger to drugs, but more than likely, Morrison died due to his enormous drinking habit, and although alcohol is a drug, hippies for the most part rejected alcohol. Mama Cass died from a heart attack brought on by obesity, a true American, Midwest, American-Values problem. (No, she didn’t choke on a ham sandwich.) Also, the term liberal deniers make it sound like someone denying liberals, but clear grammar and logic is not the Nuge’s forte.
Then he gives a powerful description of what he went through in those turbulent times:
I literally had to step over stoned, drooling fans, band mates, concert promoters and staff to pursue my musical American Dream throughout the 1960s and 1970s. I flushed more dope and cocaine down backstage toilets than I care to remember. In utter frustration I was even forced to punch my way through violent dopers on occasion.
I love this image: Terrible Ted punching his way through a zombie force of drooling drugged out hippies. Say Ted, didn’t you sing “The stakes are high and so am I” in your song, “Free For All”? Oh I see, you can exploit drug use in your songs but you didn’t use them.
And it seems being stone cold sober means you get to print lies with the imprinteur of the WSJ:
The 1960s, a generation that wanted to hold hands, give peace a chance, smoke dope and change the world, changed it all right: for the worse. America is still suffering the horrible consequences of hippies who thought utopia could be found in joints and intentional disconnect.
A quick study of social statistics before and after the 1960s is quite telling. The rising rates of divorce, high school drop outs, drug use, abortion, sexual diseases and crime, not to mention the exponential expansion of government and taxes, is dramatic. The "if it feels good, do it" lifestyle born of the 1960s has proved to be destructive and deadly.
Did you get that, folks? Hippies smoking rag weed cause divorce, kids leaving school, drug use, abortion, STDs, crime, more government and taxes. Where are these statistics, Ted? I’m guessing he pulled them out of his ass. All these things have risen along with our population. Not to mention these things existed well before the 1960s. Why do conservatives look to the past with rose-colored glasses? I’d also like to point out we’ve had more conservative leadership since the 1960s then liberal, and I think the government has more power then the hippies of Haight Street.
He goes on:
So now, 40 years later, there are actually people who want to celebrate the anniversary of the Summer of Drugs. Hippies are once again descending on ultra-liberal San Francisco--a city that once wanted to give shopping carts to the homeless--to celebrate and try to remember their dopey days of youth when so many of their musical heroes and friends long ago assumed room temperature by "partying" themselves to death. Nice.
Shopping carts to the homeless? Those crazy, Godless San Franciscans! Room temperature? You would think a hunter could come up with a better metaphor than that for death. God knows, he has caused a whole lot of death. Then Nugent ends his piece:
There is a saying that if you can remember the 1960s, you were not there. I was there and remember the decade in vivid, ugly detail. I remember its toxic underbelly excess because I was caught in the vortex of the music revolution that was sweeping the country, and because my radar was fine-tuned thanks to a clean and sober lifestyle.
If your clean and sober lifestyle lead to the formation of your shit-sucking band, Damn Yankees then pass the joint, Ted. And WSJ, don’t worry about Murdoch buying your paper. If the Nuge is your idea of high journalistic standards, Rupert can only make things better.
The 1960s, a generation that wanted to hold hands, give peace a chance, smoke dope and change the world, changed it all right: for the worse. America is still suffering the horrible consequences of hippies who thought utopia could be found in joints and intentional disconnect.
A quick study of social statistics before and after the 1960s is quite telling. The rising rates of divorce, high school drop outs, drug use, abortion, sexual diseases and crime, not to mention the exponential expansion of government and taxes, is dramatic. The "if it feels good, do it" lifestyle born of the 1960s has proved to be destructive and deadly.
Did you get that, folks? Hippies smoking rag weed cause divorce, kids leaving school, drug use, abortion, STDs, crime, more government and taxes. Where are these statistics, Ted? I’m guessing he pulled them out of his ass. All these things have risen along with our population. Not to mention these things existed well before the 1960s. Why do conservatives look to the past with rose-colored glasses? I’d also like to point out we’ve had more conservative leadership since the 1960s then liberal, and I think the government has more power then the hippies of Haight Street.
He goes on:
So now, 40 years later, there are actually people who want to celebrate the anniversary of the Summer of Drugs. Hippies are once again descending on ultra-liberal San Francisco--a city that once wanted to give shopping carts to the homeless--to celebrate and try to remember their dopey days of youth when so many of their musical heroes and friends long ago assumed room temperature by "partying" themselves to death. Nice.
Shopping carts to the homeless? Those crazy, Godless San Franciscans! Room temperature? You would think a hunter could come up with a better metaphor than that for death. God knows, he has caused a whole lot of death. Then Nugent ends his piece:
There is a saying that if you can remember the 1960s, you were not there. I was there and remember the decade in vivid, ugly detail. I remember its toxic underbelly excess because I was caught in the vortex of the music revolution that was sweeping the country, and because my radar was fine-tuned thanks to a clean and sober lifestyle.
If your clean and sober lifestyle lead to the formation of your shit-sucking band, Damn Yankees then pass the joint, Ted. And WSJ, don’t worry about Murdoch buying your paper. If the Nuge is your idea of high journalistic standards, Rupert can only make things better.
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