Ted Nugent: Creeping Out People With Any Moral Compass Since at least 1978

This article refers to Ted's affair with a 17 year old girl named Pele Massa when he was 30 years old, making it apparent that the Tea Party is not particularly choosy about whom they affiliate with, so long as that individual is a wing nut.

What commenter JDS said about Teddy being an ephebophile rather than a pedophile is correct. Nonetheless, when you have to go to the measure of getting custody of a person so you can have sex with her? Incredibly distasteful, and WTF were her parents thinking? Had this been one of my nieces that Creepy Teddy was trying to get custody of so he could bang her, I would have punched him square in the nose!
I'm sure that Ted would call me a pervert for being in a consensual, monogamous sexual relationship with another man. However, both my partner and I are well over the legal age of consent. (I'm 45, he's 41.) I didn't have to get custody of him from his mommy and daddy so I could have sex with him.
Just--yuck!
Why anyone takes this buffoon seriously is beyond me.

The creepiness continues, as shared in this Raw Story article. If the lyrics to "Jailbait" don't creep you right the hell out, I don't know what will.

 

Well, I don´t care if you´re just thirteen,
You look too good to be true.
I just know that you´re probably clean,
There´s one little 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
And I know I´ve got to have you in a matter of time.

Honey, you, you, you look so nice.
She´s young, she´s tender
Won´t you please surrender.
She so fine, she´s mine,
All the time, I woke my mind.

It´s all right baby, it´s quite all right I asked your mama.

Wait a minute officer; wait a minute officer
Don´t put those handcuffs on me, what about her?
Hey, I´ll share her with you!

 While I'm hard pressed to believe Courtney Love about...well, anything, (Love claims that she gave Nugent a blow job when she was twelve years old) that nasty bit of "poetry" certainly implies that Teddy Boy was at least willing to consider banging barely pubescent girls. 

 The cover of "Love Grenade" has very little to do with love and a whole lot to do with demeaning and dehumanizing women.

 I really and truly feel sorry for Ted Nugent's daughters. Imagine having a father who made it plain that he considered women to be placed on this Earth strictly for the sexual pleasure of men. While Gene Simmons may have had his way with a lot of women, he has taught his daughter to be strong and independent. Gene may sexualize women, but he also sexualizes himself. He doesn't debase women.

I really and truly wish that Ted Nugent would be stampeded by a herd of female animals. Any animals, but the fact that they were female would make the justice extra sweet.

I'd like to end this post with a Happy Valentine's Day wish to anyone who is in a consenting adult relationship, be it heterosexual or homosexual. If you didn't have to get their mommy and daddy to sign over custody of them to you so you could legally bang them, you're doing something right.

 Yes, even these two.

Hi Dumplings, It's Me on Posterous

The girls (my writing sisters) have been at me to start one of these Posterous blogs. Today seemed like a good time to do so.'

Thank you to my lovely Writing Sister Tempest LeTrope for her condolences regarding my dad's death. He passed away last night at 9:51 P.M. He had been struggling after having a massive heart attack on Valentine's Day. Just two days before my middle sister's birthday, which is really harsh. He was 79 years old.

I'm mucking about on the Internet for a while, kind of in shock, trying to pretend things are normal, misspelling every other word. I didn't sleep well last night. So here I am, creating this new blog in the most fucking faggoty colors I could possibly choose, because nothing bolsters my spirits more than pissing off homophobes. Even if no homophobes ever end up reading this blog, the idea that they might see it in all it's pink glory gives me a nasty little zing of glee.

I'll probably talk about my dad here. Our relationship wasn't perfect, but actually, he wasn't a homophobe. He was just super pragmatic and practical, and being gay in this world isn't very practical. He didn't quite get how anybody could be gay because he wasn't. But he didn't give me any shit about it. When I came out, he said "you sure?" and looked at me like I was nuts. But he already thought I was nuts because I'm such a wet blanket. He let it go after that.

Dad actually liked my fiancé. I think he really liked Dylan being a physician's assistant because he could ask all kinds of medical questions for free. Like I said, he was pragmatic. He also liked the fact that I finally chose a guy who wasn't a complete shithead for a change. He found my previous choices a little questionable. He wasn't the only one.

I know I need to try to get some sleep or I'm going to fall apart. I need to hold it together for Mom, and my sisters. I don't feel really sad right now, just numb. As a counselor I know how this goes. It will come in waves. Right now my mind is in denial.

Death isn't the end, it's just a transition. I'll see you again, Dad. Rest in peace.

Proud to have been your son, even if we didn't always see eye to eye.

Here come the tears.

Adam

Gay is Okay!