The COVER of Rolling GROAN and.....No Immigration, Too! (John Lennon. IMAGINE)

 Fag Wenner doesn't really CARE about sales of his mag does he? 

I showed the new issue to the mechanical parrot, and asked, "What the fuck?"

And the parrot replied, "What the fuck! That Nigga isn't even a rap jerk!" 

No, he sure ain't. NOT a music star.

He's a fucking BASKETBALL player. Never heard of him, either. I think, if you are NOT running a SPORTS magazine, and are not a Fag Wenner obsessed with black cock, you do NOT put somebody like Kevin Douchebag on the cover. 

It's common sense. Not everybody is into sports. OR, into ALL sports. I just don't give much of a damn about BASTARDBALL. I don't care about these black bastards running back and forth in their underwear, showing off like trained chimps. They're all seven foot tall, and they make a big deal about storming down the court and SLAMMING the ball into the hoop. Big deal. This impresses shrimpy white idiots like Woody Allen, and shrimpy black idiots like Pinheaded Spike Lee, and old farts like Jack Nicholson. Not ME. 

It's mildly interesting to see somebody land a 3-pointer from near half-court, or hit a shot under pressure, but...the two teams that seem to be playing when I tune in the game are FUCK and OFF.

Most people can name the most FAMOUS athletes in a sport they don't care about. They know Serena Williams is a tennis star. They know Eli Manning is a quarterback. But unless you're a real FAN, you don't know every fucking player, every quarterback, every star pitcher, etc. SO WHY PUT SOMEBODY ON THE COVER OF A FUCKING MUSIC MAGAZINE, even one that is trying desperately to be a "pop culture" magazine? SPORTS ARE IRRELEVANT. Mostly. 

This guy "had to blow up his life to get his shot." Great. Inspiring, I'm sure. I could care less. He probably makes 10 million a year. And he's a 7 foot freak. I don't care. Fag Wenner's other cover stories? "Donald Trump, the Fury and Failure." I'm paying to read THAT shit? We're all sick of Trump. What else? "Phish's Fragile Peace." They're still together? I never cared about their meandering garbage, and I wouldn't care if they broke up. "Glenn Beck's Regrets." This is a conservative media asshole. He's made his living catering to retarded rednecks. Unless he writes a suicide note and blows his head off, I don't want to hear about his regrets.

That leaves the lone headline: "Desert Trip: The Biggest Classic Rock Concert Ever." So? It's been and gone. We all know what happened. The predictable. Neil Young and Bob Dylan gave good shows IF you like their rotten voices. McCartney sounded like crap. The others were ok. You could see all the bootlegs on GooTube if you cared. I watched a few minutes. Zzzzz. 

I'd cancel my subscription except it was a gift. And I am glad that person hasn't done it again. Jeez. It's more amusing talking to a mechanical parrot. (Bought cheap on eBay many years ago).

Fag Wenner doesn't give a damn about his magazine if these are the big cover stories. The only thing that he likes about Rolling Stone is that if a Nigga has finished pumping him three or four times and has run out of jizz, he can roll up a copy and shove it in. Fag Wenner's anus is the Rock and Roll Hole of Fame. 

As we continue to fight the system, and the obnoxious assholes in power, we recall all those who came before us, fighting the good fight.

I happened to catch somebody's GooTube theft of John's "final live appearance" and was momentarily surprised by an update in his lyric on "Imagine." He sang: NO IMMIGRATION, TOO.

What? He was predicting the avalanche of immigrant ingrates? The savage and surly lot who play the race card to seduce and then rape idiotic white Pollyannas?

McCartney ended up winning his case, but Lennon was forced to settle, making ATV the co-publisher of all new Lennon songs in 1974. And so, by the spring of the next year, Lennon was on stage, paying tribute to Grade. Well, sort of. Lennon clearly still bore no small amount of ambivalence.
Introduced as “John Lennon Etc.,” his band performed with specially created masks from sculptor Ruby Jackson, worn on the backs of their heads. Lennon, who played acoustic while wearing a New York Dolls-style red jumpsuit, reportedly envisioned the masks as a direct reference Grade’s two-faced business dealings. “It was a sardonic reference,” he’s quoted as saying, “to my feelings on Lew Grade’s personality.” (The Rutles, a Beatles TV spoof, went even further by featuring a Sir Lew-type character called “Lord Greed.”)
Careful television viewers probably noticed the initials “BOMF” on the bass drum, a clue to the Lennon backing group’s real identity: They were actually called Brothers of Mother F—ers, a distinctly un-family friendly moniker that necessitated the more generic “Etc.” Mark Rivera (later of Billy Joel and Lennon’s old friend Ringo Starr‘s band) and a very young Vinny Appice (who would play with Black Sabbath) were part of the eight-member BOFM – which had earlier provided hand claps for Lennon’s No. 1 hit “Whatever Gets You Through the Night.” Lennon subsequently convinced the band to change its name yet again, this time to Dog Soldier – after a Lennon-composed lyric for the unrecorded 1975 song “Incantation.”
“It was an amazing time,” Appice later remembered. “I was going to high school. I was doing that at night. I would hang out with him, and then the next day, I’d be in school, not paying attention.” Rivera, by the way, says BOFM’s masks had a completely different meaning: “Yoko Ono had us put on skull caps and have a replica of our face,” he once said, “to show the duality of American society.”
Lennon performed a pair of songs from his then-new album of cover tunes, Rock ‘n’ Roll, which had just been released the month before – including Little Richard’s “Slippin’ and Slidin’,” and Ben E. King’s “Stand By Me,” the project’s lead single. He closed with a new take on the timeless “Imagine,” updating it to reflect his recent troubles with the U.S. “Imagine there’s … nothing to kill or die for,” Lennon sang, “and no immigration too.” He dedicated the song to Grade “and to my other friend, Yoko.”
The bill also included Julie Andrews, Tom Jones and early Lennon hero Peter Sellers, performing before a group of Hollywood elite that included Lauren Bacall, Kirk Douglas, Gene Kelly and Orson Welles, among others. Strangely, the original broadcast — which followed in June 1975 — left “Stand By Me” on the cutting room floor, even though it reached the Top 20. That would mark Lennon’s last hit, however, before a nearly five-year retirement to raise his son Sean. Lennon returned in 1980 with Double Fantasy, but he was gunned down by a deranged fan before he could take the stage again.
Still, for all of its historical significance, the Sir Lew show has become largely forgotten. Most fans will tell you that John Lennon’s Madison Square Garden collaboration with Elton John on Nov. 28, 1974, marked his last live performance. Instead, it was this three-song set.
Grade died at age 91 on Dec. 13, 1998, after a heart operation. By then ATV had sold rights to the Beatles songs to Michael Jackson.


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As it turns out, Lennon was called upon to salute Low Grade, a guy he had feuded with more than once. 

But, letting bygones be bygones, he performed for the jewelry-rattling pricks in the audience, and mostly was in a good mood because he was no longer threatened with deportation. 

So, "no immigration too" meant that he was imagining a day when there would be no immigration hassles? Like he might imagine a day when the British government would stop hassling its legal, born-in-the-UK citizens by denying them benefits? Like he might imagine a day when the American government would enforce Federal laws, and break-up cartels like eBay and Amazon, and make sure women can't be porn-abused on the Internet with faked up or stolen photos that have no signed model release of age and consent? 

Nevermind. He was glad that he, an immigrant, was now allowed to stay in the country. Quaint, huh? Some immigrant. He had millions. He could speak English. He was not a fucking burden to anyone.

Imagine...gun control. Oh, not THAT in bureaucratic America. Let the immigrants have all the semi-automatic weapons they want, along with that religious fanatic who is a born-again Jesus freak in prison, and wants to get out and fornicate with his wife. Fuck off, Mark.

Imagine...Angelfire just down for routine maintenance. Ha ha.