I love people. Well, most people, that is. I can't stand law breakers, or rude, inconsiderate folks who just don't seem to care about their fellow man or about being a caring, positive asset to America or humanity. I seem to scare those kinds away anyhow. So be it.

As a gungho lover of life, I am a rather gregarious chap, and though I have my extended private periods for reflection, or to just get away for solitude and peacefulness in my treestands all fall and winter, most always you will find me hanging out with a gaggle of buoyant, friendly, workin hard playin hard Americans of every imaginable description and walk of life on a regular basis. There is always laugher and a BBQ fun going on where the Nugent family gathers with friends.

And so it was recently in Louisville, Kentucky, at what can best be described as the ultimate Ted Nugent party, where more than 67,000 of my closest friends gathered around the quintessential "we the people" grassroots American campfire of freedom at our 137th annual National Rifle Association family meetings. Herds and herds of the world's best people as far as the eye could see. It was beautiful.

Good Lord Almighty, I thought I would burst with pride and happiness to be a part of such an ongoing, unstoppable glowing celebration of individual God given rights, the likes of which the world has never known anywhere or anytime else, ever. Only in America!

Godbless our founding fathers for having the vision to write down such self-evident truths for future reference, just in case some evil punk got the itch to pursue his despot inclinations. We always have the US Constitution and the mighty Bill of Rights to swat them down like the bugs that they are.

And that is really what the more than four million members of the NRA believe in, stand for and insist on. Pretty simple stuff. We know in our hearts and souls that God gave each of us a precious, equal, miraculous gift of life. And we also know, that if not for the formation and growth of this fundamental grassroots organization, individual American citizens would no longer have that US Constitutionally guaranteed God given right to keep and bear arms for the protection of this gift. Thank God for the NRA.

Beyond a glowing, upbeat gathering of member families from around the world, we also were able to visit and shop at a plethora of sporting goods and firearm industry related displays and exhibits. Rifles, shotguns, handguns, machineguns, ammunition, gear and accessories of every imaginable description was on display, along with military and law enforcements presentations by the world's most respected authorities. Radio and TV star Glenn Beck was the featured speaker, and truly connected with the logic and reason of NRA members far and wide.

Experts from the hunting and outdoor sports world put on fascinating seminars covering everything from African and North American safaris, firearms competition, self-defense training, youth training, to safety and organized shooting events. Heroes from WWII, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm and the ongoing War on Terror shared their soulful take on why they volunteered to serve this great nation, putting their lives on the line, and how critical they believe the second Amendment to be to this amazing life of liberty in America. A grand spirit of die-hard patriotism permeated the entire three day event.

I both attend and participate in this wonderful event each year, and I am extremely proud to celebrate how my charity fund raising autograph sessions and speaking presentations once again set attendance records at the NRA Annuals. I am genuinely moved to meet and share stories with such a vast array of people from across America, and foreign countries as well. What makes the most powerful impression on me and many others, is listening to the stories of people not from America, who express deep regret and anger that they live in countries where there is no we the people, where no God given rights are guaranteed, where self-defense is forbidden, and where evil goes unchecked like it does in gun free zones wherever you find them. These people dream, and pray to God that someday they might get a Bill of Rights, that they may someday be allowed to keep and bear arms and become truly free citizens, instead of the subjects that they currently feel like. People who dream of freedom dream of belonging to an NRA in their home country. Meanwhile, thank God for the National Rifle Association. I am the NRA.