Ugh. Three friends, knowing my opinion of John Lennon’s most fatuous, annoying, stupid song (and he had others), called to tell me that Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood were singing “Imagine” at our 39th President’s funeral. My friends apparently like making my head explode.
The song has no business being played or sung anywhere except at a “Bad Pop Music” festival, and thinking that it is profound is, I am quite certain, signature significance for an idiot. Lennon once admitted in an interview that even he wasn’t sure what the song was saying. However, featuring this nihilistic, anarchist tripe at any President’s funeral (“Imagine there’s no countries”—it’s there ARE no countries, you illiterate dolt!) but especially one so overtly religious (“and no religion, too”) as Jimmy Carter is offensive.
I wonder if whoever was responsible actually read the lyrics. It’s also a dim-witted communist/world government screed: Imagine no possessions, nobody goes hungry, the world as one, all the people sharing in the world. Just bite me, John. Why didn’t you and Yoko just give all of your millions to the citizens of Chad or Haiti? I know why: you didn’t believe what you wrote for a second. John was, however, quite certain that were enough ignorant saps out there who would think his drivel was inspiring. There still are.
I suppose the plus side of today’s latest genuflection to this moronic anthem to imaginary idealism is that it’s the perfect musical accompaniment to the nation’s dawning realization that so much of progressivism is based on lies, posturing, fantasy and delusions. Maybe “Imagine” should be officially named the anthem of The Great Stupid. I can’t think of a better one.






