Can’t Buy Me Love

June 8, 2010

 

 

I watched with bemusement last week as Paul McCartney, during his visit to our nation’s capital, made sarcastic remarks about George Bush’s intellect by implying he didn’t know what a library was. Now old “W” is no mental giant to be sure, but I don’t think Sir Paul should be throwing stones. He was recently fleeced of nearly $50 million by a one-legged, gold-digging tramp—who’s the genius now, Paul??

 

Take into further account that one of those in attendance at the former Beatle’s White House fete thinks our country comprises fifty-seven states, and I’m surprised anyone in the room could remember to breathe. The lesson: It takes one to know one, and washed-up bassists should stick to what they know.