Thirty years ago, John Lennon, a living legend, founder and leader of the greatest pop/rock act of all times (eat your heart out, Lady Gaga), was murdered by a nightmarish "fan" named Mark David Chapman (looks spookily like Stephen King), claiming that the Artist (yes, with a capital A) was a phony (by singing "Imagine there's no possesions" and being worth some 150 million dollars) and let's face it David, your Herostratus complex claimed John's life for your craved instant notoriety.Today there is no approach but the personal approach to comment on John's death anniversary. It's tiresome for everybody to sing one more time all the well-known and well-deserved accolades. I won't start to point a finger and say how terrible he was as a person, either. It's easy to dismiss John's shortcomings when you remember which his achievements were. All the Beatles disappoint me at one moment (Paul did it recently at the White House), but as a raging beatlemaniac, I'm more than willing to forgive them.
BTW, Lennon's character was full of horrible flaws, but that didn't stop him from trying to do the right thing, and once again, we should remeber that only a few people (at least three of his peers) could truly understand how it was to become insanely famous, with fans adoring and worshipping you, telling also you couldn't do no wrong.
The final cheap shot: could be Obama thinking he can relate to the previous sentence?
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I hate these days. People are telling you to STFU. Just say it, no matter how stupid or offensive it is.