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Never Mind the Sex Pistols, Here's the Bollocks

Imagine-Nation
Under the misrule of The Lord Callaghan of Cardiff a band of miscreants emerged from King's Road to proclaim the death of Rock n' Roll - exhausted and heartbroken by the socialist monotony which gave it birth and against which it had struggled, unsuccessfully, to destroy.  Never Mind the Bollocks, Here's the Sex Pistols opens with the marching boots of "Holidays in the Sun" and doesn't let up until the lads have blasted Geo-politics, the Monarchy, Abortion, social cohesion, the recording industry and pretty much everything else their Clockwork Orange minds framed as a target. It could have been (should have been) the coup de grâce to the whole musical enterprise, but a few years latter the Thatcher regime captured the nations leadership and like a bad joke Wham! burst upon the emerging decadent and frivolous culture created by those who despised The Iron Lady as an "answer" or, more accurately, a reactionary hissy fit to her shop girl conservatism.

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

Now this singular voice of Anti-Thatcher England is gone to the other side, slipping off this mortal coil and shuffling up to Rock n' Roll heaven with all the other dead pop stars. Cut down, according to his boyfriend Fadi Fawaz, in a battle with heroin addiction. When you're on your way out you might want to give a tweet or something to alert the world that you're go-going and won't be back because the media-industrial complex demands that society heap universal praise on homosexual drug addicts who snuff out their light for an early rest. Not that I look down on gay smack junkies (some of my best friends) but I do insist on telling the whole cautionary tale and examining where they went wrong if for no other reason than to protect the young and vulnerable. Geo. M. is not my bag, baby, so I should say up front that I have almost no idea what he thought or did - what music he made or any of his songs save for a few glam videos he did in the early 80's when MTV still showed music videos and, being a Sex Pistols fan, you can imagine that I choked back vomit when I saw those oozing from my tellie. But I did learn from the glowing obits circulating the web that our hero purchased the piano that John Lennon composed his nihilistic hymn to secular humanism, "Imagine", upon and used it to milk some money out of loony rich people who love modern art. This innovative scam worked up with his partner, Kenny Goss, involved placing the piano on the Grassy Knoll at Dealey Plaza where JFK was shot (the year GM was born BTW) and having high profile shutterbugs take pictures and then:
In conjunction with the show, six images of the piano, each in a limited edition print series signed by the photographer, will be available through Goss Gallery.
That's just about all I need to know - RIP George Michael. From what I gleaned from the TV and Interweb you lived a tortured life and though I know it's only a matter of taste - I hated your music. However, the birth of Wham! in the UK did coincide with the career of their US political equivalent, John Kerry, who snagged the Jr. Senator slot in Massachusetts on the same fateful year (1984). The KOTCB blog has chronicled this preposterous fellow throughout the years with a touch of good humor and a bucket full of dismay, but even our jaundiced eyes were blinking in astonishment when we saw the Silver-Spooned Surfers musings on the nation of Israel.
"Israel Can Either Be Jewish or Democratic — It Cannot Be Both"
Sun and Moon
Is there no one at the US State Department that can review and edit the Sec of State's speeches BEFORE he goes out and makes a fool of himself? Has JFK ever read The Bible? It all comes down to the failure of the modern, internationalist, liberal mind to comprehend the vitality of religion as THE animating force in many peoples lives. They sing "Imagine" and, in so doing, extinguish their imagination - Kerry can't understand, or can't believe, that where the State of Israel is concerned Jewishness will eclipse democracy every time, but they're democratic anyway. These Israeli Jews voted the wrong way is all, and elected someone who roils the left-wing world view, so John Kerry is insulting them on his way out the door. A cheap shot from a petulant administration that lost its epic battle with ideological heroin. I don't worry too much about Sec. of State Kerry or UN Resolutions or even Iran because I have read The Bible:
Psalm 121 King James Version
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.
He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.
The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.
The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
Israel will be preserved for evermore.

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