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The Fuck It List
Ten Things You Should Quit While Not Going Gently into That Good Night
3. Seat Belts
4. FOX Fucking News
5. Paying for Music and Movies
6. Picking Up Pills That You Drop
7. Pissing Indoors
8. Talking Baby Talk to Children
9. Stupid-ass, Dip-Shit, Old Fart Hats
10. Bathing or Showering Regularly
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National Dead Beatle Day #2 Nov 29, 2019 - 7:39
Do you remember what you were doing when Beatle George Harrison died eighteen years ago today? Of course not. Most people don't remember what they were doing when "The Quiet Beatle" was alive. That's how quiet and in over his head he was. Sure, he'd have made a serviceable rhythm guitarist, but John Lennon was better at it. George did manage a few good songs, but it took him weeks to Lennon & McCartney's hours to do so. Thus George was left to play leads from Volume II of the Mel Bay instruction book and to hone passive-aggressiveness to an art form.
Of all the Beatles, dead or alive, George was most devoted to that Hare Krishna shit. Where Ringo embraced alcohol; John embraced Yoko; and Paul embraced himself; George embraced desiccated, paper-skinned spiritual frauds. He once chanted Hare Krishna incessantly while driving from Paris to Lisbon. Fortunately, he was driving alone. Unfortunately, he was too cheap to rent a car that had a radio.
Even in death George was second tier all the way. John beat him to the urn by two decades ... an apt measure of the talent gap between him and George and George and Paul. As for Ringo, that fucker didn't have any talent at all; but his kid Zak, who learned the rudiments of drumming from Keith Moon, is a beast