JOHN LENNON ILLUSION VS. JOHN LENIN REALITY (Or, STANDARD OPERATING LIBERAL HYPOCRISY)

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We're all familiar with the song 'IMAGINE' by John Lennon, formerly of The Beatles. He once described the beloved song (beloved by many, but sure as hell not me!) as being essentially the Communist Manifesto set to music.

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Here it is again to refresh your memory. Ponder these high-minded, peace-loving, humanitarian lyrics:

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IMAGINE by John Lenin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwUGSYDKUxU

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But, see, here's the thing you need to always remember: When powerful and/or wealthy influential people promote Communism / Socialism, they mean it is something good for you. They don't mean it's good for them, too. No, this is just for YOU and everyone else who isn't one of the elite, like they are.

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In the November 1980 issue of ESQUIRE magazine, just a month before he was killed, there was a cover story article written by Laurence Shames that was titled 'JOHN LENNON, WHERE ARE YOU?' I recall reading it at the time (November of '80), and that's when I came to the conclusion that Lennon was a complete fraud -- a total hypocrite. There were two Johns -- a Lennon and a Lenin. The first was the one he wanted people to think he was, and the second was the person he really was.

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If you're interested in reading it in its entirety, the full article has been posted online at a blog named Hey Dullblog (obviously a takeoff on the Beatles' song 'Hey, Bulldog'). You can access it by clicking HERE.

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However, below are some notable excerpts (in red) that I copied from the article. Let's turn from the "Power To The People", "imagine no possessions" John Lennon now and take a look at the real dude:

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...his mansions: I found four of them, and there are others. Like his cows: I found fifty or so, and there are two hundred more. I found his pastures, his swimming pools ... I found his lawyer, and I tried like hell to find his yacht. ...  I found his and his attorneys' microfilmed signature on millions of dollars' worth of deeds and mortgages. I found his private piece of Florida beach.
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His top quality Holstein cows were worth over $200,000 dollars each! At least 50 of them (and more likely all of them), John Lennon had not seen. He just owned them. Who needs to actually see what they own?
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He owned over 1,600 acres of land in the Catskill Mountains.
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Thinking it would be different to have an oriental teahouse in New York, they [John and Yoko Ono] had one sent over piece by piece. But when they tried to put it back together, it wouldn't fit into their apartment. It was not reported why no one measured it beforehand."
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...the Lennons, who already owned twenty-eight rooms in the Dakota, a landmark Manhattan co-op [where he was killed], regularly bid on every apartment that came available, implacably topping all other offers by up to $30,000. "It's just that John and I have always wanted to live in a house," explained Yoko."
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Lennon's Palm Beach, Florida, house was called El Solano. It had "seven bedrooms, five servants' rooms, an indoor pool, an outdoor pool, and fifty yards of some of the most expensive sand on the planet. It costs upward of fifty grand a year to maintain. Lennon spends a month or so there in the winter."
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Once he appeared at a restaurant with a Kotex stuck on his forehead. He asked the waitress if she knew who he was, and she responded, "Yeah, you're an asshole with a Kotex on."
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Indeed, John Lennon was not just a hypocrite, but he really was an asshole, too. The following excerpt comes from the autobiography 'Little Miss Dynamite' by Brenda Lee:

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John Lennon used to pee out of the hotel window onto pedestrians.

[~page 167]

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Despite all his rhetoric and feigned love of the common man, it seems John Lennon / Lenin was a hater of mankind -- a crypto-misanthrope. The next time you hear a John Lennon song, IMAGINE that you were one of the pedestrians lucky enough to be walking on the sidewalk underneath Lennon's hotel window when he had an urge to relieve himself. Wouldn't that just make you idolize him all the more?

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~ Stephen T. McCarthy

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