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.
We're actually agreeing on many points. Weird twists of fate have put me in contact with Hollywood types both on the business and creative side. The discussion we're having is identical to one that's been going on in Hollywood for twenty years...without conclusion.
You are obviously falsely implying or suggesting that only Democrats did dope. A lot of people from both sides of the isle, and elsewhere in D.C. did dope. Some still do. Buy you notice they haven't passed any laws requiring themselves to be randomly drug tested as many citizens now are forced to do?
And I also find it suspect that you would compare "Mark David Chapman", a brutal senseless murderer, and of all people, "Charlie Manson" to John Lennon.
That basically destroys any credibility your "write up" may of had.
Love this site, sharing it with friends and family. How can I make CD's of the shows? I know, may sound like a stupid question for those in the know, but I don't know how to. I stopped downloading music a couple of years ago, ruined my computer...was downloading from Kazaa..or something like that. I am now listening to the last show I attended. Wonderful memories!
Thank you. My cousin was asking my how and I want to try myself. Will try it one of these days. Am a NY football fan, watching the Giants....3 point lead is too close.
Its not hard...you can do it!
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Good post! Well, Lennon was one of the biggest libs of all time, but I still cherish my Beatles and Lennon LP's. In a DVD I bought at Wal Mart entitled "Fun With the Beatles" and Beatles "Unauthorized." (in the $5 pile) one interviewer asked Lennon what the inspiration behind Eleanor Rigby was, he replied......."Two Queers."..........good stuff.
Light another candle for.....
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Our top story tonight: Generallissimo Francisco Franco is still dead.
Secretary of State Henry Kissinger stated today that he is tired of using his silly accent in public, and will speak in English. This will in no way effect the content of what he has been saying.
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John Presley, Elvis's cousin.
"That ... and avoid Number 102, Southampton Row. At all costs."
A clue please.
Ha.
> A clue please.
I have no idea why I know this, but I believe that was where an art show was being held where Lennon met Yoko. He would have been a much less inteloerable hippy twit without her influence.
Or, to quote Homer Simpson:
"Yoko Ono? Ooogghhh! She ruined the Plastic Ono Band.
At first glance, Sir, I could not quite connect your trenchant remarks with this thread.
However, after pondering Ranger's observation,(vs) I remembered that America parted from reality with the illegal accession to the presidency of The Holy Martyr, St. John of Massachusetts. If the American people could so easily be sold the myths of "Camelot," surely the Beatles can also be seen as the troubadors of a cynically marketed ersatz culture.
If these profoundly ignorant Liverpool yobbos could be sold, and readily absorb the worst of American culture, it's only natural that Americans of their generation could do the same. The Beatles share the blame for turning two generations of what should have been good, sturdy working-class Americans into useless drug-sucking twits. So useless in fact, that all over the country, businessmen are able to use their obvious deficiencies as an excuse to use illegal alien labor in their stead. "At least," the businessman's mantra goes, "They show up."
So, the worst thing about the early 60's, IMHO, was not the Beatles. It was the fact that a good sturdy, and once eminently useful American like Dwight D. Eisenhower would let John F. Kennedy steal the Presidency without so much as a whimper of protest from one Richard M. Nixon.
Perhaps moral decline is natural in democracies. There was no need to accelerate it with the timidity displayed, and still displayed, by the leaders of the Republican Party.
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