Len's Moron of the Month for June 2010

You annoy me, yeah, yeah, yeah. You annoy me, yeah, yeah, yeah.

And, Paul McCartney, that annoyance usually gets a special honor from me. You are the Moron of the Month for June 2010.

Oh, boy, I know I'm going to get some major shit for this. For some people, this will be like I'm renouncing God.

Trust me when I say that this has nothing to do with Paul McCartney the Beatle. I am a big, big, big fan. As long as it's about the wonderful music he gave us prior to 1969. Personally, everything they did afterwards during their hippie years sucks. Let It Be? I can't turn off the radio fast enough. The Long and Winding Road? It's a musical snooze alarm. And the dreadful Hey Jude? It's like a meat tenderizer repeatedly to the forehead.

Still, I'm a fan. I saw him in concert at Giants Stadium in the early 90s. That evening was part of one of his live albums, so, you're welcome, Paul, for the applause I contributed. Even some of the later Wings stuff is fun. Frankly, everything Paul has written since then has been absolute shit, but no worries. He's already done more than enough to merit his place in show business history.

Now all that's left for him is to keep his big bazoo shut.

You may have read that McCartney was just feted at a White House gala for getting some Library of Congress award. Blah, blah, blah. Lots of celebs and photo ops. Blah, blah, blah. Obummer and his clan up on the stage singing that infernal Hey Jude chorus. Blah, blah, blah. Paul took the opportunity to croon "Michelle" to Obummer's ball and chain and this probably melted the glue holding in her hair extensions.

It was a lovefest.

Until Paul opened his piehole to speak.

He announced he was delighted to get the award from "this" President. Uh huh. We got it, Paul. You have a political thought in your head. But, then, he added that the "last" President probably didn't even know what a library is.

Oh, guffaw, guffaw. You've made a joke, Paul. And a really cheap one. As well as thoroughly distasteful and inappropriate given that he was standing in the Chief Executive's home at the time.

Oh, I like a "George Bush is an idiot" joke as much as the next guy. I personally enjoy a "Barack Obama is an incompetent" joke more, but that's my preference. Gags about the President of the United States have historical roots. From Bob Hope to Vaughn Meader to Johnny Carson, the freedom to crack wise about POTUS is what makes this country great.

The smarmy "library" crack, albeit obvious and terribly unclever, is perfectly fine if you're on TV yucking it up with that asshole Bill Maher or the growing-more-unctuous-by-the-minute Jon Stewart Leibowitz (yes, folks, he's pulling the wool over your eyes, too). But, the joke doesn't fly when you're standing in the White House ballroom. A building where Bush's portrait, like all other Presidents, hangs. Like him or not, this was not the forum for us to hear Paul McCartney's opinion on anything other than accepting this piece of shiny hardware.

Obummer laughed along at the gag and that's not unexpected since the last class he ever had was back in Harvard. He's a typical political hack who has no sensibility for American history whatsoever. But, McCartney should have known better...with a joke like that.

Paul's entitled to his opinion. I don't agree with it, but I still accept it. Hey, I love Barbra Streisand's singing talent, despite the fact that she's nothing more than a box of rocks whose sum total of education is two weeks of Hebrew School on Flatbush Avenue. You all can think and say whatever you want. Just pick your spots. And recognize that every single past President of the United States, whether it's Lincoln or Roosevelt or Hoover or Carter, deserves some level of respect. You want to trash one of them? Get yourself a blog entitled Paul Speaks.

Indeed, maybe Paul should concern himself with matters of more dire importance. Like the fact that his face is completely falling apart and starting to look like one of those Beatle wax figures at Madame Tussaud's and the temperature control is broken. Or maybe that, from what I have heard and seen on TV, it might be time to say goodbye to live performances. You can hide behind amplifiers and extended guitar riffs, but the voice is gone, pal. The only thing that's holding them together is the fact that his fans are standing there and playing old mental 8 track tapes in their head, just like Frank Sinatra's fan base ran to see him at the end even though he was singing "that's why the lady is a shoe."

Paul, you have a lot on your plate. Fretting over American government is something you should do in the privacy of one of your many homes.

Hey, this all might be moot. Maybe the real Paul did die in the late 60s and this is just his imposter who is my Moron of the Month for June 2010.

Dinner last night: Polish sausage at the Dodger game.