Pubdate: Sun, 08 Jul 2007
Source: Waco Tribune-Herald (TX)
Copyright: 2007 Waco-Tribune Herald
Author: Ted Nugent, Texas Wildman


This summer marks the 40th anniversary of the so-called Summer of
Love. Honest and intelligent people will remember it for what it
really was: The Eve of Destruction.

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.

The Eve of Destruction climaxed with the Monterey Pop Festival, which
included some truly virtuoso musical talents such as Jimi Hendrix and
Janis Joplin, both of whom would be dead due to drug abuses a couple
of years later. 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, braindead liberal deniers continue to
stack up like cordwood.

As a diehard musician, I terribly miss these very talented people who
squandered God's gifts in favor of poison and the joke of hip-ness. I
often wonder what musical peaks they could have climbed had they not
gagged to death on their own vomit.

Their choice of dope over quality of life, musical talent and
meaningful relationships with loved ones can only be categorized as
despicably selfish.

I literally had to step over stoned, drooling fans, band mates and
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. So much for peace and love. The DEA should
make me an honorary officer.

I was forced to fire band members and business associates due to
mindless, dangerous, illegal drug use. Clean and sober for fifty-nine
years, I am still rocking my brains out and approaching my 6,000th
concert. Clean and sober is the real party.

Young people make mistakes.

I've made my share, but none that involved placing my life or the
lives of others at risk because of dope. I saw first-hand too many
destroyed lives and wrecked families to ever want to drool and vomit
on myself and call that a good time. I put my heart and soul into
creating the best music I possibly could and I went hunting instead.

My dream continues with ferocity, thank you.

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

America is still suffering the horrible consequences of hippies who
thought utopia could be found in joint and intentional disconnect.

A quick study of the social statistics before the 1960s and since the
1960s is quite telling.

The rates of divorce, high school drop out, drug use, abortion, sexual
diseases, crime and exponential expansion of government and taxes is

The "if it feels good, do it" lifestyle born of the 1960s has proven
to be destructive, deadly and places America at a disadvantage in the
global marketplace.

Now, 40 years later, there are actually people who want to celebrate
the anniversary of the Eve of Destruction. 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 where so many of their musical heroes and
friends have long ago assumed room temperature in the name of
"partying" themselves to death. Nice.

While I salute and commend the political and cultural activism of the
1960s that fueled the civil rights movement, other than that the
decade is barren of any positive cultural or social impacts.

Honest people will call 1967 for what is truly was, the Eve of

There is a saying that if you can remember the 1960s, you were not

I was there and remember the decade in vivid, ugly detail in all 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 due to a clean and sober lifestyle. Death due to drugs
and the social carnage heaped upon America by hippies is nothing to
celebrate. That is a fool's game, but it is quite apparent some burned
out hippies never learn.


Ted Nugent is a Waco-based musician and television show host.
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