December 8, 2010, - 5:03 pm
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Is it just me . . . or are you sick of hearing about John Lennon and his death 30 years ago, this week? Please, Make It Stop.
I wish Mark David Chapman hadn’t shot him–not because I care a whit about Lennon, but because instead of being beatified and sainted, John Lennon, today, would be just another wealthy, aging, crotchety anti-war has-been denouncing conservative values and whining about “oppressed” Islamic terrorists. The only thing I think of when I hear the words, “John Lennon,” is some smelly, stupid bed-in stunt by two annoying hirsute morons. And that’s not to mention their hideous nude photos. Um, TMI before there even was “TMI.” (My mind needs to be Lysol-ed, just thinking about their gimmicks.) John Lennon–who cares? Not me.
If Only John Lennon’s War On America Was Over; Sadly, It Didn’t Die With Him
He called himself “anti-war,” but John Lennon’s war on America was one of the most damaging to our nation, not in the cost of lives, but at a cost far more long-lasting. The guy’s great “contributions” to the Western world were glorifying the sexual revolution and drug use, both of which led to the greatest problems facing America today in the breakdown of our society on all fronts: families, education, and America’s place in the world. The counterculture he helped lead destroyed America. Not sure why that’s anything to celebrate.
And, no, I don’t remember where I was when the guy got shot. I only remember where I was when Ronald Reagan got shot. One man was great and freed major parts of the world. The other had scraggly long hair and was exchanging bodily fluids with a self-important gadfly guru-ette, named Yoko.
On top of all that, John Lennon was a phony. He was a limousine liberal who lived in a fancy New York Dakota apartment and lived like a king, while preaching about a world with no possessions or greed. Funny, he wrote that song under the tutelage of one of the most material women in the world, multi-millionairess/near-billionairess Yoko Ono. The Ono-Lennons were the most capitalist anti-capitalists ever. And they laughed at you all the way to the bank. They might have been naked as they did it (another of their attention-getting, sleazy marketing stunts), but they laughed at you, nonetheless. And Yoko is still laughing in her Barney’s designer clothes. Imagine, indeed.
Sorry, but while the guy was a talented musician and songwriter (as were all of The Beatles), that’s about it. Lennon wasn’t a saint. He wasn’t a genius. And he’s not an important part of history in any way. Not even close. John Lennon may be important to aging baby boomers in remembering their pot-smoking, free-love days. But when they’re gone, hopefully, he’ll have no place in history. There’s just nothing historic about Lennon or anything he did. Nothing good or important, anyway.
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away;
Plus I didn’t have to hear about “Saint” John Lennon every single second of the day;
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Oh, wait, he didn’t even write that one. Correction:
Imagine all the morons;
It’s easy if you try;
They’re still mourning my death, 30 years later;
While Yoko lives it up and laughs at them in her apartment in the sky;
Imagine there’s no countries;
It isn’t hard to do;
Nothing to kill or die for;
Unless Yoko’s litigating my copyrights in court.
To all the John Lennon fans still worshiping this glorified street urchin, time to wake up to the fact that your long-dead idol was nothing more than an empty hirsute. Move on.
*** UPDATE: Twitter follower GiborahGirl tweets:
John Lennon said the Beatles were bigger than Jesus. What would happen if he said that today about mohammad of islam?
Well, he’d never say it, so we don’t have to guess. He’d be among those kissing Muslim ass. He was just that kind of idiot.
Tags: bed-ins, Dead, Death, Imagine, John Lennon, Peace, Who Cares?, Yoko Ono