Every Oct. 9th, she crawls out of her den to demand the world pay tribute to her deceased spouse. I never thought he was as talented as McCartney, and his constant yammering for "love and peace" rang hollow once you realized he abused his first son so badly the poor guy was in therapy for years.
But today would have been John's birthday -- so we're supposed to rent our garments, place ashes on our foreheads, and mourn the loss of the hypocrite.
As you can probably surmise, I don't believe in conferring sainthood on people who are jerks just because they died. I wish the hag would knock it off already. It's annoying that she does it every year and even more annoying to see the idiots buying into the myth that this man was some kind of spiritual leader. He was just a musician who was too fond of drugs and alcohol who happened to possess a horrible temper.