Sunday, December 05, 2010

Imagine....


Over the next few days you will be bombarded by a heap of horse manure honouring a weapons-grade hypocrite. The secular-assembly-favourite, Big-Daddy of the Peaceniks, John "Bigger Than Jesus" Lennon. Some idiots want a world holiday for the millionaire mountebank.

Thankfully not everyone buys this BS (outside of the pages of The Guardian and the environs of the BBC). David Thompson and his readers skewer the old fraud by holding his life and words up to the light (Above Us Only Sky). It's not pretty:

Ah, anthems. Written in support of a movement whose most notable gift to mankind was a totalitarian future for the Cambodians and Vietnamese and one of the largest genocides in history.

His politics hardened in the immediate aftermath of the Beatles’ breakup, declaring after Bloody Sunday that in a choice of the British army or the IRA he would side with the IRA.

A terrorist organisation responsible for the murders of no fewer than 248 people, and which, according to the Observer, Lennon saw fit to fund with tens of thousands of pounds.


Give it both barrels!

He sang about Revolution; many thought one was on the way.

Indeed. Lennon also found time to lend his pop star gravitas to the Workers’ Revolutionary Party, a Trotskyist cult apparently financed by those moral colossi Muammar al-Gaddafi and Saddam Hussein, and which entranced such artistic luminaries as Corin and Vanessa Redgrave. The WRP’s ambitions included socialist revolution, the overthrow of private property and the replacement of the police by a “workers militia.” Imagine that. And hey, who wouldn’t feel threatened by a millionaire pop star sprawled on his peace bed high above Manhattan, singing a hymn to global totalitarianism and a world with “no possessions,” while his sidekick Yoko collected fur coats?


His readers get a few kicks in too:

One reader quotes The Guardian

"By the late 70s, a heroin-addicted Ono was working nine to five at a gold-inlaid desk to increase the working class hero's fortune. Renoirs, Egyptian tomb treasures, prize dairy cows and refrigerated storerooms full of fur coats were just a few of the empire's spoils. One day, when an old friend from Liverpool commented "Imagine no possessions, John", Lennon retorted: "It's only a bloody song.""


Lennon has some really nice associates:

John Lennon was a friend of Michael X, "the first non-white person to be charged and imprisoned under the Race Relations Act for calling publicly for any black woman seen with a white man to be shot." When Michael X was imprisoned for torturing a jewish business man, John Lennon paid his bail so that Michael was able to flee to Trinidad where he manage to murder two people within a year.

I'm going to need a BUMPER bucket of popcorn over the next wee while.

5 Comments:

Blogger Patricius said...

He was only a bloody musician!

9:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How many murders were the Birtish Army reponsible for In Ireland please?

11:32 PM  
Blogger Left-Footer said...

Patricius - he was only a bloody musician!

Agreed, and not much of one at that.

12:08 AM  
Blogger Paulinus said...

How many murders were the Birtish Army reponsible for In Ireland please?

You tell me. What can be said in the British Army's favour was that it did not plant bombs in shopping districts and pubs, nor did it racketeering, bank robbery, fuel laundering, and kidnapping.

Otherwise, of course, there's complete moral equivalence. Obviously.

3:43 PM  
Blogger Genty said...

John Lennonzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

4:30 PM  

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