- The Washington Times - Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Getting my hands dirty, working the land and working up a good sweat has always turned me on. Plus, I am simply driven to be productive. It’s how I was raised.

I started planting apple trees on my little Michigan farm many years ago. Special care was taken to plant the right species for optimal production and survival considerations. I found the best fertilizer for my area and protected the young trees with deer-proof fencing. With advice from longtime successful orchard operators, I made the extra effort to babysit my precious little saplings and coddled them year after year, season after season with tender loving care. With but a modicum of botanical research, my green thumb bloomed and in a few short years, voila, apples - big, red, juicy, crisp, ultra-yummy Michigan apples right from my own ground by my own hands.

That’s how you do that.



We ate the freshest, most delicious apples you’ve ever tasted for many years to come. At a little fruit stand on our rural road, we sold the surplus apples that we wouldn’t consume ourselves. Because we took such quality care to produce such a quality apple, people came from far and wide to purchase and enjoy them.

Apple production isn’t cheap or easy. I had to buy land, pay the taxes and insurance, and buy the young trees and all the equipment necessary for planting and cultivating. I needed sprayers and bug killer, fertilizer, a tractor, fuel and wagon, apple crates and a walk-in cooler, sorting tables, a fruit stand and a sign, and all sorts of small orchard business supplies.

When the crops were bountiful, I could chip away on this agri-business investment, but in those years when weather wasn’t my friend, I had to improvise, adapt and overcome.

Being the hopeless pragmatist and accountable sort of guy that I am, never did it enter my mind that I could spend during those lean years like I could during boom years. In fact, call me weird, but learning through trial and error, I figured early on that it would have been irresponsible if I were to fail to save a rainy day fund during those better years, knowing that ideal growing conditions cannot be guaranteed.

Read that again - no guarantees. I am not entitled to a paycheck if I don’t produce. Unless, of course, I am a dependent, bloodsucking punk who expects others to cover for my ineptness. Savings are unemployment benefits for responsible people.

See Greece crumble under its own weight? That’s what happens when you discard accountability and totally disregard the importance of apple quality, apple production and apple value. Or you could always burn down the orchard like Zimbabwe.

Literally. Ignorant goofballs. No bail out for you.

Spend like a gluttonous, spoiled brat with no consideration whatsoever for next year’s crop, and you get a nation of denial-strangled idiots who have convinced themselves that their compensation has no connection to their productivity and sales success rate. Soulless.

Are you listening SEIU? AFL-CIO? Are you listening Fedzilla, you gluttonous, blind pig, you.

Write this down: Nobody has a right to a paycheck. Nobody has a right to work. What conscientious, honest people have is the will and drive and responsibility to work as hard as we possibly can so as to be as productive and quality conscious as we can be. The American Dream used to be based on excellence, not the whining, crybaby, entitlement orgy it has spiraled down to. Pathetic.

There will be those who read this and recoil in abject shock and horror, incapable of identifying the concepts of logic, rugged individualism, accountability and living within one’s means. These basics of the American Dream are as foreign to some Americans as they are to pimps, whores, welfare brats and Greek union members who could care less whether their guaranteed pensions and unemployment payments are fair, realistic, sensible or even possible on any level. They have been trained, like so many mindless sheep, to simply expect this, no matter what. Crazy.

Wake up, America. When the well runs dry for lack of effort or intelligent planning, no productivity - no moola. Figure it out.

Ted Nugent is an unstoppable American rock ‘n’ roll, sporting and political-activist icon. He is author of “Ted, White & Blue: The Nugent Manifesto” and “God, Guns & Rock ‘N’ Roll” (Regnery Publishing).

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