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    Sean Daily is an English major from New Jersey now living in Las Vegas, the Other City of Lights. "I consider 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas' to be comfort reading, I like the al pastor tacos at Tacos Mexico and I count among my literary influences the Chainsaw from 'Doom'. 'RRRRRR! You don't like that, do you, Mr. Undead Marine! RRRRRR!'"

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3-15-10 Lemon Demon – The Ultimate Showdown

Posted by Sean on March 15, 2010

Be careful, Shanoah. A crack comparing the Navy to bloodthirsty Vikings comes dangerously close to not Supporting Our Troops™.  And you don’t want Cobra Commander I mean the terrorists to win the Eternal War on Terror and Evil, now do you? Why, the forces of niceness and goodness and democracy and puppy dogs are locked in combat mortal with the forces of badness and not democracy and guys with beards [1] and voting Democratic! Don’t you get it!



Courtesy of Albino Black Sheep (site here).

Do not mess with Mister Rogers, man. Guy was a SEAL. Read it in an e-mail somewhere. Dude will fuck you up.

Admit it. You would pay money to see The Ultimate Showdown adapted into a big-ticket summer blockbuster. Why, it’d be like a Joel Schumacher “re-imagining” of The Wizard of Oz! “Good guys, bad guys and explosions, oh my!”

Song by Lemon Demon AKA Neil Cicierega. Animation by AltF4 AKA Shawn Vulliez. Lyrics and free MP3 here. Oooooo, a veritable flood of goodies! Just like when my toilet overflows, only not as stinky!

[1] Which puts me squarely in the corner of evil. For some reason, I’m okay with that.


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3-1-10 Public Enemy – Shut ‘Em Down

Posted by Sean on March 2, 2010

Y’know, Shanoah, I work in the middle of Dittoheadland, where war is peace, ignorance is strength, freedom is slavery and ‘Bama-bashing is the national sport. To give you an idea of what I have to put up with, one of my co-workers claimed just last week that the reason American fighter pilots are cocky SOBs is Obama. (Don’t ask) My office mates eagerly attack, pick apart and dissect our high epidermal melanin president and cackle like hens at his every misstep and misfortune.

As the Resident Levelhead, I try to keep my cool. I bite my tongue when my co-workers claim that they don’t trust Obama and then fail to give me coherent reasons as to why he’s lost their trust. I try not to launch into a tirade on democracy and the voting process and the rapacity of the modern GOP when I hear claims that the Democrats are acting like “gangsters” in Congress.

I keep my faith in Barack Obama.

For the most part, I succeed.

And then the bastard pulls shit like this.

And I say, “God damn it.”

Politicians like that may remind you of child-molesting clowns, Shanoah. Me, I just want to shut ’em down.

Courtesy of dougpark17.

And yes, you’ve heard Shut ‘Em Down on this bat channel before. I suspect you’re going to be hearing it here again, too.

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2-25-10 Frank Miller. The Dark Knight. “Holy Terror, Batman!” ‘Nuff Said.

Posted by Sean on February 24, 2010

UPDATE (3-9-10): I just realized something: I forgot to mention that the bolded text in Frank Miller’s NPR editorial were my emphasis, not his. Sorry about that.

Oh no you didn’t, Shanoah.

You didn’t just write a post linking the Dark Knight and the most misunderestimated Warrior on Terror™ of our times.

You did.




My neat thing today is neat only in the way that watching a drunken bum fight is neat: Batman is joining the War on Terror™! Or he will be! Maybe!

Frank Miller announced way way way back in 2006, at San Francisco’s WonderCon, that Batman will be fighting Al Qaeda in a book titled, or possibly titled, Holy Terror, Batman!

He went on to tell the Daily Telegraph: “It is, not to put too fine a point on it, a piece of propaganda – Batman kicks al-Qa’eda’s ass.” [1]

To which I responded with: Oh.



This is old news to you comic otaku, of course, but it’s the first thing that popped into my head when I heard Dubya and Batman mentioned in the same breath; we here at One Neat Thing a Day don’t worry ourselves over pesky things like being current or even relevant. I’m not even sure if I believe this story, if it’s a viable project, or if it’s just like Orson Welles directing The Bat-Manjust another hoax. It’s just too wonderful to be real.

Now, you might think that Batman is going to hunt down and destroy Goldstein I mean Al Qaeda for, say, collapsing the Twin Towers and killing thousands of Americans. Hauling supposedly unstoppable and uncatchable criminals before a magistrate (or a criminal psychologist) is Batman’s thing. Done right, with equal parts John le Carré and Operation: Wrath of God and with Batman’s mad ninja skeelz, his aversion to taking life and his… issues, it might actually be a cool read.

If you thought that, then you are a dumbass.

See, Batman’s a superhero, and superheroes are apparently all about creepy, ultimate good/blackest evil, never-the-twain-shall-meet dualisms. You know! Like a comic book! Or G. I. Joe! So Batman kicking Al Qaeda’s collective ass isn’t just about justice or even about justice at all! It’s about Fighting the Good Fight and Ensuring A Better Tomorrow For Our Children™ and Freedom™ and Democracy™ and making sure Sauron doesn’t get the One Ring!

Actually, no, it’s about kicking ass.

Mr. Miller laid out the philosophical underpinnings for Holy Terror, Batman!, not to mention a healthy dose of self-hatred, in a NPR editorial entitled That Old Piece of Cloth that aired, you guessed it, on Sept. 11, 2006:

I was just a boy in the 1960s. My adolescence wasn’t infused with the civil rights struggle or the sexual revolution or the Vietnam War, but with their aftermath.

My high school teachers were ex-hippies and Vietnam vets. People who protested the war and people who served as soldiers. I was taught more about John Lennon than I was about Thomas Jefferson.

Both of my parents were World War II veterans. FDR-era patriots. And I was exactly the age to rebel against them.

It all fit together rather neatly. I could never stomach the flower-child twaddle of the ’60s crowd and I was ready to believe that our flag was just an old piece of cloth and that patriotism was just some quaint relic, best left behind us.

It was all about the ideas. I schooled myself in the writings of Madison and Franklin and Adams and Jefferson. I came to love those noble, indestructible ideas. They were ideas, to my young mind, of rebellion and independence, not of idolatry.

But not that piece of old cloth. To me, that stood for unthinking patriotism. It meant about as much to me as that insipid peace sign that was everywhere I looked: just another symbol of a generation’s sentimentality, of its narcissistic worship of its own past glories.

Then came that sunny September morning when airplanes crashed into towers a very few miles from my home and thousands of my neighbors were ruthlessly incinerated — reduced to ash. Now, I draw and write comic books. One thing my job involves is making up bad guys. Imagining human villainy in all its forms. Now the real thing had shown up. The real thing murdered my neighbors. In my city. In my country. Breathing in that awful, chalky crap that filled up the lungs of every New Yorker, then coughing it right out, not knowing what I was coughing up.

For the first time in my life, I know how it feels to face an existential menace. They want us to die. All of a sudden I realize what my parents were talking about all those years.

Patriotism, I now believe, isn’t some sentimental, old conceit. It’s self-preservation.
I believe patriotism is central to a nation’s survival. Ben Franklin said it: If we don’t all hang together, we all hang separately. Just like you have to fight to protect your friends and family, and you count on them to watch your own back.

So you’ve got to do what you can to help your country survive. That’s if you think your country is worth a damn. Warts and all.

So I’ve gotten rather fond of that old piece of cloth. Now, when I look at it, I see something precious. I see something perishable. (emphasis mine)

We all went crazy on Sept. 11, 2001, I think. We acted like wounded animals. It didn’t matter who got hurt, so long as someone did. That’s natural and expected.

The problem is that a lot of people didn’t snap out of it. Mr. Miller appears to have been one of them.

So what’s he going to do to Help Our Country, Warts And All, Survive?

He’s going to write a comic book where a grown man in a bat costume beats the living shit out of some Third World guys with beards.

I guess it shouldn’t surprise me. After all, Mr. Miller is the man who brought us the spectacle of 300, which pitted the slave-owning and despotic free and democratic Spartans against the swarthy invading hordes of Iran Persia.

But he’s got something better than 300 tanned, oiled, ripped and barechested Greeks chopping apart Arabs Persians in slow motion this time! As he told the Daily Telegraph: “Superman punched out Hitler. So did Captain America. That’s one of the things they’re there for.”

No, Mr. Miller.

Superheroes are about justice, helping the helpless, defending the defenseless and making this gravity well a better place to live in, not kicking ass. There is a difference, even if many people have forgotten that.

More importanly, though, Mr. Miller, Al Qaeda is not Hitler or Tojo.

Nazi Germany and her ally Japan were threats because they had some of the biggest armies and navies in the world, not to mention plenty of land, resources and subjects from several years of unrestricted empire building. Nazi Germany also had the most advanced weapons and military hardware in the world, at least at the start of World War II. Nazi Germany conquered most of Europe, and Japan most of the Pacific and much of Asia. Nazi Germany also gassed people and then stuffed them in ovens, and Japan raped Nanking and then raped women and called them “comfort women”. Both did involuntary medical experiments, used work-em-till-they-drop slave labor and killed millions.

Al Qaeda, on the other hand, has no expeditionary capability whatsoever. It has no navy. It has no air force. It has no way to land an army on our shores or parachute them behind our defenses. It doesn’t even have an army, unless you count a bunch of guys with AKs, mortars and improvised bombs (emphasis on the “improvised”).

The only reason we even care about Al Qaeda, besides the aforementioned dragging them before a magistrate,  is because they might get their hands on a nuke or launch a terrorist attack inside the U. S. – and quite frankly, stopping those are jobs for our spies and our police, not our soldiers.

‘Course, this is a moot point because we’re not even fighting Al Qaeda. We’re fighting the Taliban in Afghanistan and a bunch of extremely pissed-off Iraqis in Iraq. (Yes! We’re still in Iraq! And still fighting in Iraq!) We don’t even know where Al Qaeda is. They might be in Afghanistan. They might be in Pakistan. They might living above your Aunt Tessie’s garage. We don’t know, thanks to George W. Bush invading Iraq and then giving his dad the finger. All we know is they’re out there, we can’t find them and we can’t touch them.

But there are other scary motherfuckers with beards out there! Oh goody! Let’s bomb them!

This, of course, reaches to the heart of why Batman fighting Al Qaeda creeps me out. I look at the U. S. Armed Forces – the most advanced, most ass-kickingest combined military force in the world – and then I look at the people they’re fighting. I don’t see Nazi hordes. I see a couple brown-skinned guys with AK-47s, the Weapon of Choice for the fighter on a budget.

Yes, they’re religious fanatics and drug dealers.

They’re also dirt poor and fighting us with whatever piecemeal weapons they can scrounge – and fighting us in their backyards and their homes, I might add.

This is your “existential threat” to America and Freedom™ and Democracy™, Mr. Miller? And why do I suddenly feel like I’m in Star Wars and our soldiers are wearing white plastic armor and saying things like “rebel scum”?

Why do I feel like I’m on the side of the Empire and not the rebels? Why do I feel like one of the bad guys?

Can you answer me that, Mr. Miller? Can you answer me why I would support a idle multi-billionare ninja with more Wonderful Toys than James Bond and his own personal War on Terror™?

Almost everything about the invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan and the War on Terror™ and post-2001 McPatriotism in general makes me feel greasy and icky and corrupted. But happy Mr. Miller doesn’t appear to have a problem with any of that, which is why he’s treating us to yet another spectacle: a rich playboy with father issues [2] beating up  poverty-wracked brown-skinned people.

There’s also something cheap and exploitative about this project. As Mr. Miller told Rotten Tomatoes in 2007: “It’s bound to offend just about everybody.” Even the title (or one of its titles) is cheap, like the campy 1960s TV series that it takes inspriation from: Holy Terror, Batman!

This is what’s happened to our heroes. Once, they stood for something. Now they’re direct-to-DVD from Troma.

Actually, I shouldn’t drag Troma into this. When they offend people, they do it right. They make pointless, gratuitous, drop-dead funny sex and violence. They don’t make propaganda for The Man.

Don’t get me wrong. I still think that he should publish Holy, Terror, Batman! [3] As he told the Daily Telegraph, “It’s an explosion from my gut reaction of what’s happening now, a reminder to people who seem to have forgotten who we’re up against.” Writing can be therapeutic, and if Mr. Miller was as traumatized as he seems by Sept. 11, 2001, then more power to him. If nothing else, it’s honest.

Still, if he wants therapy, maybe he should follow the advice of fellow Batman author Grant Morrison [4]:

Batman vs. Al Qaeda! It might as well be Bin Laden vs. King Kong! Or how about the sinister Al Qaeda mastermind up against a hungry Hannibal Lecter! For all the good it’s likely to do. Cheering on a fictional character as he beats up fictionalized terrorists seems like a decadent indulgence when real terrorists are killing real people in the real world. I’d be so much more impressed if Frank Miller gave up all this graphic novel nonsense, joined the Army and, with a howl of undying hate, rushed headlong onto the front lines with the young soldiers who are actually risking life and limb ‘vs’ Al Qaeda. (emphasis mine)

For that matter, I wish all the “real men” and “patriots” who support the War on Terror™ and the Eternal Struggle Against Elemental Evil would follow Morrison’s advice. Maybe they’d get an idea of what war is really like. Maybe they wouldn’t support it so thoughtlessly and relentlessly next time.

Maybe there wouldn’t be another 9/11.

That’s what would make the world a better place.

[1] The Daily Telegraph adds: “In this compendium of all his statements, bin Laden does not name Batman personally, but attacks America as ‘the Great Satan’ for exporting a culture of pornography and violence.” Nobody does sarcasm like the Brits. Nobody.

[2] George W. Bush?

[3] I also think that Troma should adapt Holy Terror, Batman! into a movie. Seeing a terrorist doing a Troma Meltdown after being punched in the face by Toxic Avenger Batman would make my life complete.

[4] I also love Morrison’s take on Batman: “…I want to see a Batman that combines the cynic, the scholar, the daredevil, the businessman, the superhero, the wit, the lateral thinker, the aristocrat. He terrifies the guilty but he has great compassion for the weak and the downtrodden and will lay his life on the line for anybody who’s in trouble. He’s a master of yoga and meditation who has as much control over his body and his feelings as any human. He has a wider range of experiences than most people will dream of in ten lifetimes. This is not a one-note character! So, while I won’t pretend we all live on Sunnybrook Farm, I don’t think its appropriate – particularly in trying times – to present our fictional heroes as unsmiling vengeance machines. I’d rather Batman embodied the best that secular humanism has to offer – a sour-faced, sexually-repressed, humorless, uptight, angry, and all-round grim ‘n’ gritty Batman would be more likely to join the Taliban surely?” (again, emphasis mine) [6]

[5] Yes, I like footnotes. [6]

[6] You already knew that? [7]

[7] Oh, good.

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2-19-10 Immortal Technique – Freedom Of Speech

Posted by Sean on February 19, 2010

Freedom of Speech? Why, that’s always a good thing, Shanoah! Let’s hear Jesus Christ Jiminy Cricket preach it on Immortal Technique’s Freedom of Speech.

I wonder, though, if Immortal Technique really understands the whole concept of freedom of speech. Rush Limbaugh and the chuckleheads on talk radio and Faux Fox News et alia have the right to say whatever they want. It’s just that, in a healthy nation, there’d be a chorus of voices shouting back at them, and an audience that’s smart enough to know what fear mongering and mind games look and sound like.

Lyrics, which may or may not be important, courtesy of LyricWiki here. Video courtesy of catx420x.

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Slouching Towards Bethlehem

Posted by shanoah on January 24, 2010

One of the more inappropriate segues from the Birthday Massacre would probably be Joni Mitchell. And you know, I’m not sure how, but I just realized that even with the number of Joni Mitchell songs I’ve played here, I never got around to playing my absolute favorite Joni Mitchell song.

As such, here is the song she adapted from the poem “The Second Coming“, by W. B. Yeats, “Slouching Towards Bethlehem“.

Turning and turning
Within the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart
The center cannot hold
And a blood dimmed tide
Is loosed upon the world

Nothing is sacred
The ceremony sinks
Innocence is drowned
In anarchy
The best lack conviction
Given some time to think
And the worst are full of passion
Without mercy

Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born

Hoping and hoping
As if by my weak faith
The spirit of this world
Would heal and rise
Vast are the shadows
That straddle and strafe
And struggle in the darkness
Troubling my eyes

Shaped like a lion
It has the head of a man
With a gaze as blank
And pitiless as the sun
And it's moving its slow thighs
Across the desert sands
Through dark indignant
Reeling falcons

Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born

Raging and raging
It rises from the deep
Opening its eyes
After twenty centuries
Vexed to a nightmare
Out of a stony sleep
By a rocking cradle
By the Sea of Galilee

Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born

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1-14-10 Tex Ritter – High Noon

Posted by Sean on January 14, 2010

Ugggghhhh… that was one hell of a New Year’s Party. It feels like someone buried an axe in my skull. Well, whatta ya know, someone did. Crazy lumberjacks…

Jesus, it’s Jan. 14, already? Man oh man… Last thing I remember is running through Times Square carrying the New Year’s ball and screaming something about “Save Sargon! Save Sargon!”

That’ll teach me to accept bubbling drinks from women with unidentifiable accents. Oh, and if ever you wake up naked in a bathtub full of ice and with a note that says, “Go to the hospital now”, you’ll want to do what the note says. Just trust me on this.

Well, while I’m waiting for the Alka-Seltzer and the emergency dialysis to kick in, I might as well continue our themeless theme. This is High Noon, the theme song to the 1952 movie of the same name, written by perennial western songwriter Dimitri Tiomkin and sung by Tex Ritter [1]. One of my favorite movies, and one of my favorite movie songs.

Interesting fact: John Wayne reportedly called High Noon the most un-American movie he’d ever seen. He was so absolutely aghast that a western sheriff would actually beg for help to fight the bad guys (instead of, oh, I don’t know, mowing them down with his handy M249 belt-fed squad automatic weapon and then calling in an artillery strike) that he made Rio Bravo, in which he enlists Ricky Nelson and Dean Martin to fight the bad guys. That’s who you want on your side in a fight to the death, Duke! A drunk and a teen idol!

What do I think about this? I think that I like both movies, and that people who get involved in the High Noon/Rio Bravo dialectic start sounding like sneering, uninformed Letters to the Editor… except that they’re movie geeks, so it’s even worse. And I stay the hell out of it.

Courtesy of RoverTCB.

[1] Am I crazy, or does Ritter sound like Robert Mitchum in this song? Well, I know that I’m crazy. But still…

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7-14-09 Reefer Madness

Posted by Sean on July 14, 2009

ZOMG! Well, you dirty birdie, if we’re going to have pro-drug propaganda [1] on this blog, then dammit we’re gonna have some anti-drug propaganda, too! You know, keep things Fair and Balanced™ and whatnot.

That’s right, it’s time for 1936’s Reefer Madness, courtesy of those fine folks at You can view it in full – and for free – here

Interestingly, Reefer Madness may not be the “propaganda film” that everyone says it is. Sez

Considered THE archetypal sensationalized anti-drug movie, but it’s really an exploitation film made to capitalize on the hot taboo subject of marijuana use. Like many exploitation films of the time, “Reefer Madness” tried to make a quick buck off of a forbidden subject while skirting the Motion Picture Production Code of 1930. The Code forbade the portrayal of immoral acts like drug use. (The illegal drug traffic must not be portrayed in such a way as to stimulate curiosity concerning the use of, or traffic in, such drugs; nor shall scenes be approved which show the use of illegal drugs, or their effects, in detail.)

The film toured around the country for many years – often being re-edited and re-titled (“Tell Your Children”, “Dope Addict”, “Doped Youth”, “Love Madness”, “The Burning Question”). It was re-discovered in the early 1970s by NORML (National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws) and screened again as an example of the government’s demonization of marijuana. NORML may have been confused about the film’s sponsorship since one of the film’s distributors, Dwain Esper, testified to the Arizona Supreme Court that “Reefer Madness” was not a trashy exploitation film but was actually sponsored by the U.S. Government – a convincing lie, but a lie nonetheless.

This is backed up by a review for Reefer Madness at

… But this reception of the more overtly ludicrous aspects of the film presupposes that Tell Your Children (as it was originally called) was truly intended as a heartfelt if clumsy warning against drug addiction. At least three sequences, barely registering with a modern viewer, demonstrate that it was not: the least subtle of the three is a lovemaking scene between the young leads that includes what appears to be French kissing, a strict taboo under the Production Code that regulated mainstream Hollywood fare; then a girl under the influence wantonly removes her sweater to reveal a brassiere; and, most subtly of all, but perhaps also the most indicative of the film’s true intent, the character of Mae Coleman’s seemingly superfluous changing of wardrobe. The sequence, during which Mae (Thelma White) lovingly rolls up her sheer stockings, may be explained to further establish the character as an unscrupulous despoiler of young innocents. But apart from parents, educators, and law officials, Mae is the only adult present with misgivings about the drug-induced orgies taking place in her apartment. Granted, the character is as ill-defined as everyone else in the film, but her presence still goes a long way to demonstrate Reefer Madness’ true mission: sexual titillation. 

Funny how fine the fine the line is between propaganda and exploitation, huh?

Whatever it is, though, Reefer Madness still great stuff – “great” in the sense that a train wreck is great, that is.

Not enough Reefer Madness for you? Please feel free to read the script at

Want some real honest-to-gods drug propaganda? Try these helpful resources at The Sputnik Drug Information Zone and the site for Reefer Madness!: The Musical.

[1] Actually, I have no idea if May the Cube Be With You was pro- or anti-drug. It could have been Thomas Dolby singing praises to Almighty Cthulhu, High Priest of R’Lyeh, and every time someone plays it humanity comes that much closer to the apocalypse. Like I’ve said before, I’m terrible with song lyrics.

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Jesus Thinks You’re…

Posted by shanoah on June 26, 2009

Well, no new deaths today that I know of, though I haven’t really checked too closely. It’d be pretty eerie if a new celebrity started dying each day for a blog theme, after all. Like Michael Jackson, who is now confirmed to have died of a heart attack. (The default method of dying from having your name written in the notebook from Death Note, as I recall.)

Don’t think we had a firm established theme before that, so I’ll fall back on what I had been doing: posting Frank Zappa songs.

This one’s a rather nice rundown of televangelists and other religious groups, Jesus Thinks You’re A Jerk. Includes jabs at Jim & Tammy, and the Ku Klux Klan, among others. Pity the lyrics shown are occassionally misspelled, or incorrect. (Bush for Pat was one noticed, for example.)

It’s a fun song lambasting various people and groups that need it, anyways. And no, not work safe.

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Won’t Get Fooled Again

Posted by shanoah on June 18, 2009

Ah. Christian Mad Scientists. Got it. I won’t be fooled again.

And neither will the Who.

This is the Who at The Concert for New York City[1]. Their drummer, Keith Moon, had died in 1978. Zak Starkey, a close friend of Moon’s (who was his godfather), has been filling in as their drummer since 1994, and is featured here. He also played with Oasis from 2004-2008.

Zaks father, Richard Starkey is pretty well known as a drummer as well, under the name Ringo Starr.

[1] The concert one month after 9/11, for charity. A lot of the audiance are members of the New York Fire and Police Departments, or family members of them.

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Posted by shanoah on May 26, 2009

Well, you know, the funny thing about that is that Frank Zappa didn’t do drugs, and wouldn’t tolerate anyone in his band doing them, because they wouldn’t be able to play as well.

I did a bit of searching, and as odds would have it, I found John and Yoko singing two songs together where Yoko actually sounded good, and wasn’t caterwailing in the background and ruining the whole thing. As odds would have it, both were about Irish independence, so she may have thought they were too important to ruin.

First is a song called Luck of the Irish (which had the honor of being banned by the British). If Yoko had sung like this most of the time when she was on stage with John, she wouldn’t have gotten half the flack she did:

Next, I have Sunday, Bloody Sunday. You can hear Yoko on the choruses. And for those who don’t know, this song is about an incident where the British shot 27 unarmed civil rights protesters in North Ireland. 13 died, and 5 of them had been shot in the back.

That’s why there are several songs about it. And John Lennon considered himself Irish, incidentally.

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