I try not to stress about things I can’t control. I figure I’ll live longer that way. Ted Nugent is one of the 20 trillion things in life that fall into that category.
But as Nugent’s Blade-sponsored appearance at the Rib-Off draws near, it’s getting tougher to dodge the cracks, jabs, and queries from friends around the country, who wonder why my employer is promoting a ranting racist.
I’m loyal to anyone who pays me. But am I embarrassed that The Blade is sponsoring a guy who called Native Americans “unclean vermin” and America’s first black president a “subhuman mongrel?”
I’m all for free speech, but that’s not what this is about. Nugent can say whatever he wants. So can the American Nazi Party and the Flat Earth Society. But their constitutional right to unfettered expression doesn’t mean anyone else has to support their ideas, sponsor them, or promote them.
No one has to pay Nugent or hand him a mike to spit his loony-tune views on television and radio. As a guartisit and commentator, he’s a one-note poser. We’re all impressed with the size of your guns, Ted. What else have you got?
But Nugent seems to get a media pass, no matter what he says. Do you think African American rappers would be invited to speak on news shows if they said things half as vitriolic? In the wake of Hurricane Katrina, Kanye West was muzzled for saying, “George Bush doesn’t care about black people.”
So, to anyone who cares: I didn’t have a vote in the decision to sponsor Nugent. Neither did the people I work with. He doesn’t represent us. So stop asking us to explain it.
And if you share my disdain for Nugent, don't show. This cat is praying for protesters. Controversy and conflict are his only claim to fame, the blood that feeds his exaggerated sense of self-importance.
That’s why on Aug. 8, I’ll be back in Detroit, sipping Courvoisier, happily surrounded by subhuman scum. Enjoy your last stand in Toledo, Ted. I’m not even thinking about ya.