Hello...

I started to post yesterday morning, but Eric started my Firebird and blew a fuse, which was the one for the computer, so I said 'Screw this....sigh."
Sounds nuts, huh? Swear ta God, it's true.
I honestly can't decide if I should just go on and explain that, or see what you guys can come up with as to how that could happen....hmmmm. If you read me a lot, you may be able to put it together, but if I gave any hints, it'd probably just give it away. I'll give it a while. See what you guys think happened.
In the meantime, I was going to post yesterday a question about good outweighing bad, free will seeming like an excuse and John Lennon's bedroom.

Instead, I watched a marathon of "Wrath of God" on, I think, the history channel. They were cool as shit. Tornados, tsunami's, avalanches, a plane crash and I forget the last one. I also watched this shit documentary called "The Murder of John Lennon". What a half-assed, slanted crock of shit that was. Fuckin' thing had more to do with Yoko Oh-no and that asshole Chapman than John. And, they had that jerkoff Elliot Mintz, whom John hated, talking about him all the way through it.
They were so busy trying to make Yoko look like a legitimate artist and excuse Chapman's actions that they failed to mention a coupla things....like:
Yoko fired John's bodyguard a week or so before he was shot. She also mouthed off to some stupid music magazine about the album John was working on, telling in detail the schedule of when he was there and the route to and from the Dakota. Mr. Putz...oops, I mean Mintz, also failed to mention how he was living at the Dakota before John was even cold.
They also failed to mention that Yoko loves John sooo much (gaaaa *shudders*) that she has his ashes-John did NOT want to be cremated, btw...-under a bed in the Dakota. Sick fuck.

God, that one pissed me off.

That kinda shit right there is why I go outta my way to...hmmm, how to put this...stick up for?...explain?...remember?...revere?...however ya wanna put it, it's part of why I feel as strongly about John as I do. People just don't get it. Who he was, why he was like he was, what he was really up against...Hell, he didn't even get it completely himself. But, he was always trying to figure it out. And, he didn't deserve what was done to him and he also doesn't deserve to have this kind of self-serving, incorrect bullshit disseminated with his name on it. They shoulda named that piece of crap "The Ballad of Mark and Yoko". That would've been more accurate, because that's all it was about.

Whew...sorry. I get a little...vehement...when it comes to the few things I believe in.

If you think I get 'wordy' about him, you don't even want to get me going on Viet Nam Vets and what they've been put through....since they've been home. The ones who made it home, that is.

Must. Resist. Urge. Must. Put. Up. (Stupid). Tree. Can't. Get. Into. This. Now.

Deeeep breath....

Okay. I'm outta here for a bit.

If you have any ideas about how Eric starting my car could possibly result in my computer shutting off, I'd love to hear 'em. It'll give me an idea, in a roundabout way, of just how nutso I've led y'all to believe I am...lol.

Posted by: Stevie at 04:44 PM

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