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Posted by Andrew Roman on June 25, 2010

On the inside of the gatefold of the Beatles American LP “Songs, Pictures And Stories Of The Fabulous Beatles,” the narrative of the band’s young 21-year old bassist, Paul McCartney, starts this way:

Paul is sometimes called the “Nut Beatle” or “Beatle Nut” because he is the zaniest of the group.

Whether that was actually true or not is a matter for Beatleologists.

What is for certain, forty-six years later, is that the “Nut Beatle” isn’t zany at all. Rather, the ever-wrinkling “cute one” is a bona fide “shut up and sing” archaic hippie moron with a disgusting and warped sense of values. He is not only reaffirming to the world that even the greatest of musical geniuses can have the emptiest of heads, he is further showing himself to be an insensitive mental oaf in his (almost) old age. That he also worships the most incompetent American President since James Earl Carter only emphasizes his oblivion.

The crotchety old songsmith from Liverpool – who once wrote a song called “Freedom” in response to the 9/11 attacks (a song that was harshly ridiculed by left and has all but been banished from the face of the earth since then) – has already disgraced himself in recent weeks by insulting a former American President on American soil while receiving an award from the American government.

Such class.

Well the “Beatle Nut” has brilliantly advanced his own cause toward immortalized irrepressible idiocy by comparing those who don’t buy into the global warming myth to those who deny the Holocaust.

Yes, the fool on the hill is saying that to deny the unproven, unsubstantiated, ever-crumbling claims that the world is in danger from rising temperatures due to human activity is akin to denying the most well-documented atrocity in human history.

To this day, there is not a stitch of proof – only agenda-driven theory, scattered supposition, wishful leftist thinking and fear-mongering – that human beings are not only causing the planet’s temperature to rise, but that we are putting the planet in danger by doing so. Yet, proof of the Holocaust exists in abundance. To deny it would be like denying the existence of the sun.

From Fox News:

Sir Paul McCartney just can’t let it be.

The former Beatle predicted in an interview that the BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico might expedite a move to cleaner, renewable energy sources in the world.

Sir Paul could have stopped while he was ahead, but McCartney went on to compare people who don’t believe in global warming to “those who don’t believe there was a Holocaust.”

“Sadly we need disasters like this to show people,” McCartney said in an exclusive interview with The Sun. “Some people don’t believe in climate warning — like those who don’t believe there was a Holocaust.”

McCartney continued, “But the facts indicate that there’s something going on and we’ve got to be aware of it if we want our kids to inherit a decent world, not a complete nightmare of a planet — clean, renewable energy is for starters.”

Sir Paul is obviously among the many deep thinking hysterics on the left who believe that temperatures are naturally static, with little fluctuation. I would ask him: What temperature should it be right now, Sir Paul? And how would he explain the melting of all the Ice Age ice thousands of years before the advent of the Hummer?

To begin with, the planet is not in a warming cycle.

Even Phil Jones – the Maharishi of the man-made global warming hoax – admitted that during the last fifteen years there has been no ‘statistically significant’ warming.

As I wrote in February:

There is not one scintilla of data (i.e., evidence) showing that CO2 causes temperatures to rise, as asserted by the likes of King Hysteric, Al Gore. In fact, a closer look at King Gore’s famous hockey stick charts purportedly showing that increased CO2 levels trigger temperature boosts actually suggests that the opposite may be the case.

There is not a neutron’s worth of scientific evidence that human activity is causing temperatures to go up, nor is there anything to back up the claims that the planet is in danger. Every so-called bit of proof put forth by the enviro-fascists is either inconclusive, irrelevant, anecdotal or an outright misrepresentation. There is nothing – repeat nothing – scientific about the so-called causes of global warming and the so-called effects of such warming, nor is there anything of any kind proving that human beings are contributing anything to such phenomena.

It’s all nonsense

But even if there was some sort of warming trend, so what?

Temperatures fluctuate all the time. There have been plenty of warming periods in this planet’s history as well as plenty of cooling trends. It is the height of arrogance – and ignorance – to think that human beings can have such a major impact on global temperatures. If we so desired – if the very existence of humanity depended on it – no matter how we might try, we do not have the ability to raise the earth’s temperature in any significant way.

But the bigger issue here is equating the denial of something that is, at best, scientifically questionable – a left-wing movement riddled with scandal, manipulation and outright deceit – with the denial of something as provable (and abhorrent) as the Holocaust.

To deny the greatest documented evil of all – the Holocaust – is itself evil.

Thus, to equate the denial of man-made global warming to Holocaust denial is to say that disagreeing with the likes of Al Gore, Ed Begley Jr. and Paul McCartney is evil.

It not only trivializes Holocaust denial, it is the ultimate insult to those whose lives were impacted by the Holocaust.

It is shameless.

Not that anyone is paying much attention, mind you.

Rest assured, however, had McCartney compared the denial of God to denial of the Holocaust, he certainly would have gotten play in the lamestream media.

McCartney without a guitar or piano is much like Barack Obama without a teleprompter.

Incidentally, the lyrics to the now extinct song Freedom are:

This is my right
A right given by God
To live a free life
To live in freedom

Talkin’ about freedom
I’m talkin’ ’bout freedom
I will fight
For the right
To live in freedom

The left hated that song.
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Posted by Andrew Roman on June 3, 2010

No one will ever forget the White House wang-dang-doodle that took place during Mexican President Felipe Calderon’s visit to America last month. The glitz-and-glam White House state dinner honoring the man who runs the country that supplies America with the bulk of its illegals was a memorable evening of spinelessness, delectable cuisine and Latin rhythms.

It was about recognizing “bonds,” rejecting borders, bashing Arizona and giving the uninteresting George Lopez something to talk about on his painfully stagnant television program. It was a much-needed escape for an over-worked, distressed Messiah with only so much of himself to give who had spent his every waking moment – every molecule of energy and focus – trying to figure out how to stop the Gulf oil spill.


The highlight, of course, was Calderon’s harsh criticisms of the Arizona illegal immigration law, delivered on American soil – in front of a joint session of Congress, no less – culminating in a standing ovation from Democrats.

For those who may have thought that such a golden treasury of memories could never be duplicated, you thought wrong.

Enter Sir Paul McCartney – former Beatle, songwriter extraordinaire, uncouth moron.

On the soil of the country that solidified his legend – on the very ground of the nation that has embraced him and deified him for more than four decades – he took a page from the Ungrateful Rich Bastards handbook and decided to toss dignity onto the fecal pile of civility by insulting a former President of the United States. Without a shred of dignity – with the grace of a lanced boil – the author of such classic songs as “Hey Jude,” “Yesterday,” “Eleanor Rigby” and “Let It Be” decided it was appropriate to play panty-waste politics at an event that was to be decidedly non-political – his receiving the Library of Congress Gershwin Prize for Popular Song – and take a jab at an ex-American President.

After extending his thanks to the Library of Congress, the 67-year old Mother Nature’s Son said, “After the last eight years, it’s good to have a president that knows what a library is.”


Such class.

Of course, Barack Obama has been President for 17% of the last eight years, but we know what Paulie meant.

And incidentally, George W. Bush –  a voracious reader, by all accounts – reads books that would short-circuit the lovely Liverpool lad’s brain and cause his head to explode.

As a lifelong Beatles fanatic, collector of Beatle memorabilia, and one who has a genuine reverence for the genius of McCartney’s songwriting, I don’t give a damn how great “Hey Jude” is, or how much I adore “Can’t Buy Me Love,” or how impressed I am with “For No One.” This man – this foreigner – has some pair of iron apples to stand on American soil and insult a former Commander-In-Chief of the United States of America.

It isn’t only improper, it is a thoughtless, selfish jab at half of his audience.

Why would he go out of his way to alienate a sizable chunk of people who love his work by going political?

Where is his graciousness? 

What did it accomplish?

Well, another White House party, of course.

From the Washington Post:

Arguably the most influential musician alive, the 67-year-old pop architect was in the East Room to receive the Library of Congress Gershwin Prize for Popular Song, celebrating an unparalleled career that spans his years with the Beatles, Wings and on his own.

“In a few short years, they changed the way we heard music,” Obama said of the Beatles before presenting McCartney with the prize. He added that he was “grateful that a young Englishman shared his dreams with us.”

The president also welcomed an array of artists to perform McCartney’s tunes and genuflect before the maestro. Stevie Wonder, Dave Grohl, Faith Hill, the Jonas Brothers, Jack White, Elvis Costello, Emmylou Harris, Herbie Hancock, Corinne Bailey Rae and classical pianist Lang Lang each offered thoughtful reads on the McCartney songbook.

But McCartney was the first to perform, and despite feigning nerves at a Tuesday news conference, he waltzed into the East Room as if it were his living room. He dived into “Got to Get You Into My Life,” plunking away on the same Hofner bass he played on “The Ed Sullivan Show” in 1964 — his once-boyish yelp now an older, coarser shout.

Let’s pretend the “party all the time” White House machine was grinding along with a Republican at the helm while the Gulf oil spill continued to wreak havoc more than a month after it began. And let’s pretend that instead of Paul McCartney, the honored performer was someone a little less liberal – a country singer, perhaps. And let’s pretend it was the second White House bash inside of two weeks while unemployment continued to tickle 10%. And let’s pretend there was a scandal brewing about the White House’s involvement in promising jobs to people for dropping out of specific political races.

The outrage would be incalculable.

The fallout from a White House so “out of touch” would be downright toxic.

But to so many, Barack Obama is like a hot babe. He’s a Beatle. He’s just too cool for the rest of us to be harping on issues like ineffectiveness and weakness. He’s the Messiah we can touch and smell and gush over – unlike invisible men in the sky who pass judgments. He’s the one who can see the other side – unless that other side is conservatism. He’s the one who will bring the world together – except longtime allies of America. He’s what all of us – including Paul McCartney – have been waiting for.

Paul, do me a favor.

Get back to where you once belonged.

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Posted by Andrew Roman on December 9, 2009

Yesterday was the twenty-ninth anniversary of John Lennon’s murder here in New York City. Indeed, I remember that evening as vividly as anything in my life. I was a thirteen year old Beatle freak (a generation removed, but no less fervent), much more liberally minded, somewhat rebellious, with a dream of either being a professional musician or a radio personality, sitting in front of my television (when I probably should have been in bed asleep) watching Monday Night Football when Howard Cosell made the announcement on the air, somewhere around 11PM, that Lennon was dead.

As a young teenager who had only recently become a bona-fide Beatlemaniac, his death was a tremendous blow. To the tens of millions of people he touched with his music, his senseless killing was, to me, as devastating a loss as there could have been outside of losing a loved one.

I so adored the music of the Beatles that – at the risk of sounding painfully maudlin – I felt (at the time) like a little piece of me died that night.

Much has come and gone in nearly three decades, including my own set of “right turns.” I am, as ever, a steadfast conservative, a proud American – pro life, pro-military, a proponent of tax-cuts and limited government, a strict-constructionist, a firm believer in God, happily married for eighteen years, father of two.

John Lennon, by contrast, was a liberal’s liberal – a genuine leftist who coined and popularized the insipid phrase “Give Peace A Chance” and asked us to imagine a world without a heaven or religion. His childlike – some would say childish – visions of a planet without borders and possessions (always an odd thing, I thought, coming from a man who loved his money and his toys) was beyond simple idealism. It was pure fantasy, void of all critical thought (as all hippie drivel was), without a scintilla of reality tied to it. He and his widow, Yoko Ono, were more than dreamers. They were, frankly, fools, given credence because of Lennon’s enormous celebrity.

Lennon was no hero. I don’t really know of any entertainers who are – or who should be. Heroes defend nations, save lives, protect neighborhoods and raise families. And as important as music is in every one of our lives – Dennis Prager calls it “God’s drug” – I can hardly equate genuine heroism with a killer sounding rhythm guitar track (as in Lennon’s performance on the Beatles’ “All My Loving”). As a musician, I admire Lennon’s songwriting ability (particularly with the Beatles) and his capabilities as a rhythm guitarist.

Lennon – the peace-loving, dope-smoking, anti-establishment, power-to-the-people leftist variation – is inexorably woven into the popular culture. Speaking purely as a musician, it is a genuine shame that when the name John Lennon is mentioned, the images that are conjured up are almost always of his hippie-dippie, anti-war activist, bed-in era self, ever-epoxied to the side of Ono.

The fact is … that Jesus-Christ looking pop culture icon wouldn’t have attracted a fire engine had he been on fire if it were not for what he and his three mates from Merseyside accomplished during the years 1963-1968.

It is John Lennon, the songwriter, the Beatle, the man who helped transform popular music forever (with his equally genius partner, Paul McCartney) that I acknowledge here.

Simply put, John Lennon either wrote or co-wrote some of the most memorable music in the history of human civilization. His sense of melody, timing (odd as it could be at times) and his ability to create an unforgettable “hook” has rarely been duplicated – save for his partner of many years, Sir Paul McCartney. During the early Beatle years, so many of the songs that are now considered pop music standards and classics came from John Lennon.

Long before there was the experimental, socially conscious, primal scream version of John Lennon with wire-rims and scraggly center-parted hippie hair, there was the brilliant mop-topped songsmith John Lennon – the one that will forever have his name uttered by human lips long after almost every other human being that has ever existed on this planet is forever forgotten. The music and melodies he and Paul wrote were as influential on the artists that succeeded them as any that have ever existed. John, Paul, George and Ringo – to this day – are the benchmarks by which others are measured.

John with his first wife, Cynthia

From the Beatles first number one song in Great Britain, “Please Please Me,” to the far-ahead-of-its-time guitar signatures on the infectous “I Feel Fine,” to the unforgettably heavy “Ticket To Ride,” to the classic melody and harmonies of “Help!”, not to mention one of the most recognizable guitar riffs ever in “Day Tripper,” Lennon’s genius, coupled with his prolific output, is something to marvel at.

On the album “A Hard Day’s Night,” the first and only Beatles LP to contain nothing but Lennon-McCartney songs, 10 of the 13 songs were either composed partly by Lennon, or completely by him – including the instantly recognizable and beautiful “If I Fell,” the harmonica driven “I Should Have Known Better,” the Wilson Picket inspired “You Can’t Do That” and the rockin’ “Tell Me Why” – all radio staples.

Let’s not forget that he co-wrote, with Paul, some of the biggest hit singles in music history, including “I Want To Hold Your Hand,” “From Me To You,” “She Loves You” and “A Hard Day’s Night.”

1965 may have been his most amazing year of output. Along with “Ticket To Ride,” “Help!” and “Day Tripper,” he composed such timeless classics as “Norwegain Wood,” “In My Life,” “Nowhere Man,” “Girl,” “You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away” and “You’re Going To Lose That Girl.”

Damn impressive.

Equally extraordinary is his work on the “Revolver” LP from 1966, which was by that time becoming more complex and experimental – but no less memorable. “I’m Only Sleeping” is one of my favorite songs of all – lethargic, melodic, dreamy – and one of the most beautifully haunting melodies he ever composed. It is also, by the way, one of the first recordings ever (if not ever) to employ a completely backwards guitar solo. And yes, I admittedly love the hypnotic “Tomorrow Never Knows.”

Two of his contributions to the “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” LP are not only among his best ever, but are two of his most recognizable Beatle songs – “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds” and “A Day In The Life” – both considered among the greatest classic rock tracks of all-time.

Indeed, I may not have believed for a second that all we needed was love, as he sang in the summer of 1967, but I still loved the song – particularly the line, “There’s nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be.”

“I Am The Walrus” is one of my favorite recordings of all time, incidentally.

I just wanted to take a moment – as a musician of twenty-five years myself – to say, from a musical perspective, thanks to Beatle John Lennon – a wonderful musician cut short in the prime of his life. He was a thoroughly flawed (as we all are), politically imbecillic human being whose public importance beyond his contributions with the Beatles is exponentially exaggerated by mindless leftists.

He was no savior. He was no hero. He was sometimes the walrus.

He was a hell of a songwriter.

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