Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Paul McCartney Talks About John Lennon's Murder

There's a bit of obsession regarding John Lennon's death just now.



I was thirteen when JFK got popped.  Bang, bang.

I was eighteen when RFK got popped.  Bang bang bang.

MLK got popped the same year.  More bang bang bang.

I saw so many getting killed in Vietnam.  The bangs didn't ever stop.

It was my experience any time there was anything good they fucking killed it and the evidence speaks for itself.




Then he died too.

WTF is a kid to think, mates.

Note:  Hendrix did not O.D. but rather asphyxiated the same way as Roy Rogers' kid.


And at that point John Lennon was still alive and so deeply appreciated ... all except for one cold-blooded motherfucker with worms in his head.

Any time there's anything good, they fucking killed it.


Hell yes I feel sorry for myself because wtf is happening.  How is any of this even possible.  You don't want it; I don't know anyone who ever wanted it ... but it never fucking stops.

The machine guns are still firing even as I write.


(A few minutes pass emoting like a Campfire Girl)

Nope, I don't think it's safe to listen to "Machine Gun" yet, mates.

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