I can't deny the fact anymore. I'm a huge fan of the work of rock 'n' roll legend Ted Nugent. Ever since I heard my father turn the volume on his car stereo up to blast the tune "Cat, Scratch Fever" at a young age I have found the Motor City Madman to be brilliant.

When I read his fine tome "God, Guns and Rock 'N' Roll" a few years ago, I realized there was much more to this aging rocker then loud music and the image the media wished to implant into your mind.

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