Yoko Ono “has merit as an artist.” Oh my. I can honestly say that I’ve considered her work carefully and with an open mind, and I see more artistic merit in paintings of dogs playing poker and the graffiti in the men’s room stalls of a truck stop. John Lennon inexplicably held her out to the public as a brilliant artist and relevant musician and he did so with dogged persistence despite the mountains of evidence to the contrary. I’m puzzled why a man of such singular talent could not recognize that she had absolutely none whatsoever. Yoko Ono, of course, is not an artist or musician. She never has been and she never will be. She’s an itchy mosquito bite on your ankle, a smear of tomato sauce on your dress shirt, an irritating telemarketer who calls you during dinner to peddle turds and tumors. Still, I acknowledge that she’s entitled to her absurd delusions of grandeur and people like you and her late husband have, for some reason, always been willing to happily fuel her astonishing lack of self-awareness with your misguided praises. I do give her credit for something, though: Her shameless ride on her husband’s coattails has been an extraordinarily lucrative journey for her, so I applaud her business acumen. John Lennon, however, was an unforgivably obtuse, arrogant and tone deaf boob for foisting that specimen on the culture. I love The Beatles and I reject the notion that she broke them up, but there are plenty of other reasons to dismiss her as the buzzing housefly that she truly is.

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