Thin Ice
Posted: Sat Dec 21, 2024 6:22 pm
Douglas Mercer
December 21 2024
The Grand Decider cures the pleurisy of the people with blood--William Shakespeare, Two Noble Kinsmen (1612)
The American Public does not need convincing that Phil Spector was one demented kike—the perm and the thousand yard stare and the mumbling was evidence of that---but then Ronnie Spector’s mother could have told us that decades before when Phil took her down to the basement, showed her a transparent coffin and said if Ronnie stepped out of line he’d kill her, embalm her, and put her in the clear box on display, because it is one thing to put a woman on a pedestal and another to put her on a pedestal in your basement. When Spector saw Beatles he saw cash and when Lennon was at loose ends in Los Angeles he took total control of Lennon’s long desired tribute to the oldies, he’d be Elvis Orbison and finally clue the world in to the black and country music—the old timey rock and roll which had thrilled him in his Liverpudlian Youth. During the sessions Spector nearly stole a march or the thunder from Chapman by killing Lennon but settled for menacing him with a gun and firing a bullet in the studio’s ceiling. Lennon was so hopping mad that when he got to Spector’s home he decided to get some of his own back and proceeded to destroy everything in sight, going on a rampage of smashing and breaking. Spector did not cotton to the erstwhile Beatle’s sense of Justice so he had his goons take Lennon up to the top floor and tie him spread eagled on his stomach to the bed posts, they did not put him on his back because a lot of rock stars had already died by choking on their own sputum and they did not want the strung out former Beatle to follow suit, because having the most famous man in the world choke on his vomit in your master bedroom could be hard to explain to the LAPD, let alone the world. While subdued Lennon freaked out and according to May Pang, the Chinese woman that Lennon’s gangster wife Yoko Ono fobbed off on Lennon to keep him good and screwed and report back to her, Lennon began to scream that this kike bastard is going to fuck me in the ass just like that other kike bastard Brian Epstein had fucked him in the ass. In the event that sheeny kike did not fuck him in the ass, unlike the other one; of course John Lennon was no stranger himself to rape and violence toward women, having murdered two men with his bare hands and beating both his wives to a pulp, and everyone who saw him said if his hands were not on Pang’s ass they were around her throat and with Lennon you never know if with the heroin he might just finish her off. Lennon’s father once came to his home and said that the imposing vast white structure looked like a mausoleum or Death House and it gave him the creeps. Inside Lennon in the presences of lifeless eyed Ono told his father that he was going to kill him and bury him at sea and Fred Lennon took it seriously enough to write a statement of this threat and give it to his attorney and notarize it just in case he should disappear they should try to look for John. As for rape it’s a fine line between a willing groupie and a sexual assault victim but story is multiple girls were dragged back stage for him to shag prior to the Beatles performing because he was bawling that he could not play unless he got his nut off, just as his wobbly knees and massive heroin intake would not let him play with Eric Clapton in New York before he got his gram of coke which once snorted put him in the proper frame of mind. He of course famously thought he was Jesus which was a recurrent obsession since his youth when he would look at himself in the mirror and see odd images projecting back; toward the end of his life he was obsessed with finding the spear that had lanced Jesus at the end (he thought it was in Spain of all places) so he could control the world like Hitler tried to, the former Fuhrer apparently having had the correct take on things: you have to control the people. Yet so incensed was he when Bob Dylan said you have to serve somebody, it could be the devil or it could be the lord, that he worked and re-worked the song Serve Yourself in which he warbled that some believed in the Garden Of Eden, some that we came from monkeys or weird shit like that, and that still others believed we came from a spaceship that had run out of gas. He averred that when it came to origin stories there was a lot of cockamamie cock a doodle do out there, and you had to be careful and think for yourself to save yourself by serving yourself---this was no hotel and there is no room service. Of course the image he projected toward the end was of a man who had transcended the hard times and was finally on his feet. It turns out that despite this he was living on borrowed time and in the last days of his life his banshee wailing wife was penning a song called It Happened and at the fatal moment he was carrying her track Walking On Thin Ice--for the oracle was perfect and it was clean up time and Instant Karma shot him right in the face. So it’s no wonder that a distraught fan, besides herself with grief told an interviewer in Central Park as the hundreds of thousands had gathered to pay their respects to the Skald, that she could not understand it, why would anyone want to kill John Lennon? He had been such a peaceful man.
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Notes:
The planned 1981 tour Lennon was going to make was to be called The One World, One People tour.
December 21 2024
The Grand Decider cures the pleurisy of the people with blood--William Shakespeare, Two Noble Kinsmen (1612)
The American Public does not need convincing that Phil Spector was one demented kike—the perm and the thousand yard stare and the mumbling was evidence of that---but then Ronnie Spector’s mother could have told us that decades before when Phil took her down to the basement, showed her a transparent coffin and said if Ronnie stepped out of line he’d kill her, embalm her, and put her in the clear box on display, because it is one thing to put a woman on a pedestal and another to put her on a pedestal in your basement. When Spector saw Beatles he saw cash and when Lennon was at loose ends in Los Angeles he took total control of Lennon’s long desired tribute to the oldies, he’d be Elvis Orbison and finally clue the world in to the black and country music—the old timey rock and roll which had thrilled him in his Liverpudlian Youth. During the sessions Spector nearly stole a march or the thunder from Chapman by killing Lennon but settled for menacing him with a gun and firing a bullet in the studio’s ceiling. Lennon was so hopping mad that when he got to Spector’s home he decided to get some of his own back and proceeded to destroy everything in sight, going on a rampage of smashing and breaking. Spector did not cotton to the erstwhile Beatle’s sense of Justice so he had his goons take Lennon up to the top floor and tie him spread eagled on his stomach to the bed posts, they did not put him on his back because a lot of rock stars had already died by choking on their own sputum and they did not want the strung out former Beatle to follow suit, because having the most famous man in the world choke on his vomit in your master bedroom could be hard to explain to the LAPD, let alone the world. While subdued Lennon freaked out and according to May Pang, the Chinese woman that Lennon’s gangster wife Yoko Ono fobbed off on Lennon to keep him good and screwed and report back to her, Lennon began to scream that this kike bastard is going to fuck me in the ass just like that other kike bastard Brian Epstein had fucked him in the ass. In the event that sheeny kike did not fuck him in the ass, unlike the other one; of course John Lennon was no stranger himself to rape and violence toward women, having murdered two men with his bare hands and beating both his wives to a pulp, and everyone who saw him said if his hands were not on Pang’s ass they were around her throat and with Lennon you never know if with the heroin he might just finish her off. Lennon’s father once came to his home and said that the imposing vast white structure looked like a mausoleum or Death House and it gave him the creeps. Inside Lennon in the presences of lifeless eyed Ono told his father that he was going to kill him and bury him at sea and Fred Lennon took it seriously enough to write a statement of this threat and give it to his attorney and notarize it just in case he should disappear they should try to look for John. As for rape it’s a fine line between a willing groupie and a sexual assault victim but story is multiple girls were dragged back stage for him to shag prior to the Beatles performing because he was bawling that he could not play unless he got his nut off, just as his wobbly knees and massive heroin intake would not let him play with Eric Clapton in New York before he got his gram of coke which once snorted put him in the proper frame of mind. He of course famously thought he was Jesus which was a recurrent obsession since his youth when he would look at himself in the mirror and see odd images projecting back; toward the end of his life he was obsessed with finding the spear that had lanced Jesus at the end (he thought it was in Spain of all places) so he could control the world like Hitler tried to, the former Fuhrer apparently having had the correct take on things: you have to control the people. Yet so incensed was he when Bob Dylan said you have to serve somebody, it could be the devil or it could be the lord, that he worked and re-worked the song Serve Yourself in which he warbled that some believed in the Garden Of Eden, some that we came from monkeys or weird shit like that, and that still others believed we came from a spaceship that had run out of gas. He averred that when it came to origin stories there was a lot of cockamamie cock a doodle do out there, and you had to be careful and think for yourself to save yourself by serving yourself---this was no hotel and there is no room service. Of course the image he projected toward the end was of a man who had transcended the hard times and was finally on his feet. It turns out that despite this he was living on borrowed time and in the last days of his life his banshee wailing wife was penning a song called It Happened and at the fatal moment he was carrying her track Walking On Thin Ice--for the oracle was perfect and it was clean up time and Instant Karma shot him right in the face. So it’s no wonder that a distraught fan, besides herself with grief told an interviewer in Central Park as the hundreds of thousands had gathered to pay their respects to the Skald, that she could not understand it, why would anyone want to kill John Lennon? He had been such a peaceful man.
***
Notes:
The planned 1981 tour Lennon was going to make was to be called The One World, One People tour.
