“WORKING CLASS HERO IS SOMETHING TO BE…..zuki tells us to mind our own business

John Lennon“They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool,
Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be…” John Lennon

Good Morning Strawberry Fields,

I’m convinced John Lennon was the target of bullies and much maligned by his mates during his formative years. His mother and his Aunt Mimi raised him, while his father worked on a ship, leaving Julia (his mother) and little John alone for months at a time. Between 1942 and 1944, John lived with his Aunt Mimi and Uncle George, but continued to see his mother on a regular basis. Not much is known about what Julia was doing during that time, but in July of 1946, John’s father returned home and intended to take John to New Zealand to live with him. Julia was adamant that John was to stay in England so he was given the option of whom he wanted to stay with, and chose to stay with his mother (much like our associate). John continued to live with his Aunt Mimi, without seeing his father the next 20 years. The rest of course is history.

Based on the lyrics, a “Working Class Hero” is not something I’d be interested in. That being said, it’s clear paying dues to be such is running rampant; particularly at The Maggot. This dubious title no doubt means something different to each person you ask. However, my source tells me that one of our own actively seeks to be recognized as the local hero we seek. This associate, ‘Gordo,’ has been profiled numerous times on this forum documenting his generosity and how he fancies himself as the great benefactor.

If you accept his drink he’ll sit at your table and regale you with his many experiences. Most of his stories are unfathomable to the morons spending half their paycheck at the bar, half in the casinos. So they hang on his every word. His need for approval is constant so he lights from table to table offering his boundless knowledge to any poor schmuck willing to listen. Of course they’ll listen…he bought them a round.

“Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free
But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be”

Well it finally happened. I’ve predicted this for years but get no pleasure from reporting this sad series of events. Our associate “Gordo” (fancies himself as a dog) finally advised the wrong person. This young man didn’t realize our curmudgeon associate was full of shit and only interested in being revered and not remotely concerned with his problems. Evidently Gordo advised this goober to quit his job. Changing tires according to our guru was beneath this young man’s dignity! HE COULD DO MUCH BETTER!!

Our misguided friend told the young man to seek out a better opportunity because he was under achieving. If only he applied himself there was nothing he couldn’t accomplish! Seize this opportunity and take the young family to higher ground. The young man was so excited and motivated that without so much as an interview this schlemiel quit the next day.

He’d been working at Discount Tire for five years and received $17 an hour. With no other real skills he couldn’t find anyone that would start him out at that rate and within two weeks had exhausted all his resources. Reluctantly he became the fry’s guy at McDonald’s. Frustrated, his live-in girlfriend called him a loser and returned home to live with her parents; their small child in tow. This young man was not happy.

“When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be”

With his life in shambles the young man became desperate and bitter. Our boy convinced him he could do better, yet he found his experience to be hardly that. Still dressed in his McDonald’s uniform he sat in his car waiting for our good friend to leave The Maggot. The fifth of Jack Daniels nearly empty he followed our associate home and parked a few houses down to execute his plan. The revolver felt good in his hand as he checked the loaded clip for the fourth time.

“There’s room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be”

I’m writing this accounting having just returned from our associates closed casket funeral. It was all very sad. His wife of 30 years was inconsolable and had to be lead away by her son as they traveled to the cemetery. I decided I’d seen enough and headed for home. Our good friend always meant well, and ironically he finally attained the status he sought; he truly was the working class’s hero.