Only Thing Worse Than A Frenchman Is

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…then Two Weeks Before, I Stopped Eating Any Food With Nutritional Value…then A Week Before, I Stopped Going To The Bathroom. I Did It In My Pants. Poop, Piss The Whole Shot. My Pants Got Crusted Up.

My Life Is A Tsunami Of Inspirations. Number One Is That I Really Do Just Love My Bbq. I Mean It's The Sustenance Of Mankind. You Know, The Animal Rights Of People, If They Had Their Way, 99% Of The Human Race Would Parish Because We Sustain Ourselves With Dead Stuff On The Grill.

I So Wreak Of Logic And Commonsense That It Is Obviously Very Refreshing In This World Of Otherwise Soulless Politically Correct Denial And Dishonesty. God Knows America Would Be The Greatest Again If She Operated Like The Nugent Family. No Takers, No Whiners, No Gangsters, No Dopers, No Drunks, No Criminals, No Bloodsuckers, No Excuse Makers, No Crybabies, No Punks, No Obama Supporters. My Entire Team Are Dedicated To Be The Absolute Best That We Can Be And As Productive As Humanly Possible. Wouldn't That Be Great If All Of America Were Like That.

You Have To Save The Habitat, You Have To Save The Population - Not Individual Animals. What You Want To Save Is The Foundation, The Basic Infrastructure From Which Resources Are Produced. You Can't Save Fifi And Boo-boo And Thumper.

All My Songs Instinctively Erupted From My Guitar And Lyrical Visions Followed The Spirit Of The Music, Bot Image Wise And Rhythmical Cadence Wise. It Remains One Of Life's Greatest Joys To This Day.