John who?
-Dan
Posted on 12/08/2005 10:30:24 PM PST by Brian_Baldwin
A Korean brothel on 23rd Street in New York proudly displays John Lennon’s signed photograph. Mr. Lennon was a patron in the early 70’s, during the time Yoko Ono was pregnant. At the time he had just dumped his “mistress” May Pang, another Oriental like Yoko, who was one of his “toys” often at the arrangement of Yoko herself. Drugs, sex and rock and roll were certainly his forte as with so many “rock stars” of the decade, that is when he wasn’t totally impotent, often due to use of heroin. Everyone who lived the times knows the factual details of John Lennon’s behaviors, whoring with prostitutes and such – I guess by the early 70’s he decided he wasn’t Jesus after all.
In 1967, no doubt after too much acid (LSD), John Lennon announced to his cohort at the time, boyhood friend Pete Shotton, “Pete!” – Lennon whirling his arms slowing in birdie motion – “I think I’m Jesus Christ!”.
He make it clear, “I’ve got to tell everyone! I’ve got to let the world know who I am!”. When Pete told Lennon that they would kill him, Lennon ask how old was Jesus when they killed the Christ. Pete guessed 32 years old, and Lennon came back excitedly and serious that this means he has a good four more years to live. The next day Lennon then called a hasty “staff” meeting at the Apple H.Q., for “important” information. By that afternoon, Ringo, Paul and George (thus all four Beatles), and Neil and Derek and such Apple crowd big shots show up keen on what the important information would be. Everyone sitting around the desk, Lennon stands up and says, “I have got something VERY important to tell you all . . . I am Jesus Christ come back again.” He then demanded that Apple Inc. prepare an immediate press release announcing his return, the return of Jesus Christ.
Incredibly, Apple officials dared not even question it with objection. They were silent. They said they needed time to “think about it”.
Later, Lennon and friend went to a restaurant. A middle aged man asked him, how are you? Lennon replied, not jokingly, “Actually, I’m Jesus Christ.”
You know, the fatty who shot John Lennon, Mark Chapman, he too got into a Jesus thing. And like Lennon, this was after a goodly spout of hippie hippie hippie doing meths, barbs, maryjane, and of course, LSD. Like Lennon, Chapman, and all the others of the hippie hippie hippie, it was drugs. Some fools too young to even know those years, today hold candles to makeshift shires constructed to commemorate the “death of Lennon” and “imagine” themselves a hippy. They pretend to be “Beatles fans”.
Like everybody else, I too was a Beatles fan. I remember going into the equivalent of the 7-11 of it’s time, it wasn’t even a record store, and piled high, HIGH, stacks of “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” records ready for sale. I think it was the summer of 1967. I picked one up and bought it. Of course, it was a shock to me. To me, the Beatles were the “Hard Days Night” scene, the mop heads with the girls screaming for them, “I want to hold your hand” and such. But now, the Beatles were changing their image. We were on to it a year previous, with albums such as “Rubber Soul” and such.
And just before that, some album which had a controversial cover, of all the Beatles sitting on and around boxes, and all about them at their feet and such chopped up babies and blood, the Beatles holding the instruments of such chopping. The babies were dolls, of course, not real. But it looked real. This cover was plastered over with a more respectable one and went to sale. On many of the records, you could peel off the respectable cover to reveal hidden one under it.
Yes, and the shreaks of girls during those months when “Paul is Dead!” – the hidden messages on the covers of the albums, and in the songs. What year was that? 1969? If you play Number Nine backwards it says Turn Me on Deadman.
Oh yes, the hippie hippie days. Everyone was a Beatles fan.
You know the world is a small place. I kid you not. I remember going over to a friends house, and there was this girl who lived there, long, straight and long, black hair. She always wore dark sun glasses when it was most inappropriate to wear them. She sure was a Beatles fan.
Yes, she would get us boys in the neighborhood to all gather around, and we would play a little game. It went like this. She would take the Beatles album Hard Days Night. On the flip side of the jacket were all these black and white photos of the Beatles, Paul, John, Ringo, George, each in little squares they were like a checkerboard was the back of this album. The Beatles, each portrait in a cute pose, pointing up, looking sideways, and such.
Out would come little plastic pieces. A little plastic telephone. A funny dragon. A skeleton head. And such. And the dice.
The pieces would be moved about on the checkerboard of the Beatles faces on the back of this album. The rules of the game were unusual. The objective wasn’t to win. The objective was to lose. You try to lose and get out as fast as possible. If you are the last one, the winner, then you’re the square. The loser by winning, and the winners are the losers.
Yes, she was sure a big Beatles fan. And, the real reason the boys would come by and play, is because these strange fellows would show up, and we would listen through the wall into the next room to “hear them getting it on”. The inside of the house, was dirty. Outside, on the back and side, fleas leaped, latterly as if they were in ecstasy.
The hippie hippie guys would show up. I remember one day, this really old beat up crap of a car pulls up. I knew the drive was bad news. Another guy gets out, he’s a freak. Scratchy beard. A Levi’s like, shoulder-less, jacket, with all these patterns sewn on it. Real freak.
It was later, I learn that Susan Atkins murdered some actress. I figured out, without a doubt, the freak was Charlie. Charles Manson.
Like John, and Mark "David" Chapman, and those freaks, they dropped acid and all of that. Hippie hippie hippie. The freaks, they took DMT. That was real bad stuff, it would tear their head off and spin it.
The freaks, like Susan, real Beatles fans. They liked to hang green apples with strings, and light candles instead of your old bulb. They got religion. The messages, they were in the Beatles songs. Hidden codes in the album covers. The blacks, they were all going to riot and kill white people, but the hippies would hide down in a hole in the desert, but after the killing, the “Helter Skelter”, the hippies would come out of the hole, and being the only ones who hung out to “survive” in a hole like lazy and losers (after all, the way you win, is to lose … if you are a loser, you’re a winner), they would inherit the world.
The only thing was, for them freaks it was taking too long to happen. So they figured after a lot of DMT they would speed up the process of Helter Skelter by killing some white folks for the blacks a head of time and get the fighting started.
Meanwhile, there was John Anderson ("Jack") hanging out in Haight Ashbury. Like John Lennon, John Anderson was doing acid and, like John, he too figured out that he was Jesus Christ. So he took all of his clothes off, and walked around the neighborhood being Jesus. Folks looked up to him, John, the naked Jesus.
John Anderson, he was a big time Beatles fan. Would sing the songs on the guitar.
Today a bunch of ex-hippies are big time liberal Democrats. Them big time liberal Democrats sure hate the “Jesus crowd”, them “Christian conservatives”. But back then, religion was big time. Real big. Real big religion. It was Jesus, long hair. And, mixing in Buddha. And 20 other Gods. And, religion was a real big thing. Some who weren’t there, but think they want to be hippie hippie hippie today, I don’t really think they know just how big religion was – like there were cults you wouldn’t believe. In fact, the whole core of the head thing that the drugs did was the colors and the “color t.v. behind your eyelids” and then the religion. Only it was bad religion.
John Lennon. Now it’s been 20 years of lighting candles for John Lennon.
What a bunch of dopes. Candles.
What a bunch of dopes. The phony liberal, old, media.
Candles.
Isn’t 25 years of burning candles for Lennon just boringly enough already?
You know. Mark "David" Chapman didn’t kill John Lennon. Yoko did.
>Isn’t 25 years of burning candles for Lennon just boringly enough already?
Lennon's candles will burn forever...he was that great!
-Dan
"Imagine there's no lennon...'
You just made me even more satisfied with my own life choices.
At the time, I was too busy studying to notice all the hippy twittery was going on. The Beatles were just another annoying band this git would play all night in the lab on a radio he'd sneak into the lab. They still are.
I know you spent a lot of time on this, but why?
John Lennon was one of the great rock 'n' rollers, the Beatles were a true entertainment phenomenon, and their music still rocks and has a lot to say. They're not dated, not a bit.
That's an extraordinary accomplishment. Politics ain't everything.
Yes, John Lennon is missed. His death was a tragedy. Had he lived, there is very little doubt the Beatles would have made more music together, after rifts had been healed by time, and might even have toured.
John -- and George -- were a big part of lots of our lives. Lots of us are sorry they are gone.
Chapman was a complete ass, if it weren't for him the sh1tbag hippy would have been forgotten about.
Bury him already...
Brilliant musician he may have been. I never cared for his stuff myself.
However, if ever there were a worthwhile cause for inventing a time machine, it would be to go back to 1966 and tell Lennon to "Shut Up and Sing". Repeatedly.
That ... and avoid Number 102, Southampton Row. At all costs.
LOL...Brian......2x4....4x4....or my boot....quit your whinning.
I can forgive Britain for the Revolutionary War and the War of 1812, but not for sending the Beatles to America. The Beatles took good American Rock and Roll down the toilet. The musicality of their singing sucked. Acid rock and worse followed. They drove a stake through the heart of American Pop music so thoroughly that today, young singers can't sing. And, soccer moms make their kids listen to the Beatles telling them what great musicians they were. The Beatles SUCK.
What bugs me is that people play and sing his song
"Imagine" as a peace song. It is anything but a peace song. It is basically the communist manifesto set to music.
no heaven, no countries, no possessions, come on join us it is easy if you try....
The answer to that question is 'absopositively.' Lennon was a great musician. Move on.
I have to agree with you. Beatles who. Never was a fan. Same with the Stones. Still do not like their music.
No. Not everyone.
Most of those morons think they're burning candles for Lenin.
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