I've said it before, while Ted Nugent's inane-ness makes me speechless, I'd invite Gene to dinner in a heartbeat, not because I agree with/approve of anything he says or does, but because he's spirited company. Bring on the clowns, we all know how they sometimes see and say things forever hidden to those people obsessed with being taken serious all the time.
I'm no Kiss Army grunt, but I always liked his make-up, his tongue, his late-60ies-style of bass playing so untypical of most modern hard rock, his gruff non-singer's voice, his deadpan humour, his self-deprecating reduction of all things KISS including himself to issues of money (some Auschwitz-survivor's kid's psychology in there: wealth can save your life) and his mild, never intimidating bad boy image. It's a Vaudeville/Hollywood package, but an agreeable one to me. As an NME-writer once stated: "How else are you gonna promote a band that wears leather batwings on stage?!"