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[Lance Payette]

The hallmark of a true CT crank is ...

Oh, wait, I already said that earlier this morning.

The fact that Jackie was wearing white gloves obviously enhances the paradeiolic illusion.

Anyone who continues to humor this man is badly in need of a new hobby.

[Royell Storing]

I see the "face" that you want to see as Lamb Chop. Compare that "face" with the actual Lamb Chop. There is simply no resemblance. This is just pareidolia. I would refer you to the Face On Mars, which by God did look like a face until it was proven to actually look nothing like a face. I would refer you to my bedroom paneling, where I sometimes amuse myself by finding faces in the knots and ridges. Do you seriously think that if there HAD been a Lamb Chop in the limousine it would not have been duly noted and preserved? Give it up, willya?

"Pareidolia strikes deep, into your heart it will creep" - Buffalo Springfield, or maybe not

      Please do the research. The Correct lyrics to "For What It's Worth" are, "PARANOIA strikes deep. Into your LIFE it will creep".
      I do recognize your attempted, "Imitation being the highest form of flattery". Problem is, you currently do Not have the mandatory: (1) JFK Assassination Chops, and, (2) Pop Culture Chops, to pull off the mixing of these 2.

[Lance Payette]

      Please do the research. The Correct lyrics to "For What It's Worth" are, "PARANOIA strikes deep. Into your LIFE it will creep".
      I do recognize your attempted, "Imitation being the highest form of flattery". Problem is, you currently do Not have the mandatory: (1) JFK Assassination Chops, and, (2) Pop Culture Chops, to pull off the mixing of these 2.

That was a joke, He Who Takes Himself Oh-So-Seriously. My brother-in-law worked for Buffalo Springfied. At one time, I was one of the premier collectors of old 45s in the country. I had a collection of thousands and thousands of them, including rare colored (typically clear red or yellow) ones that were sent to radio stations as promotional copies, all carefully catalogued and annotated. There is pretty much NO rock 'n roll question by which I can be stumped. I was such a legend that in 1985 I had a woman, a complete stranger, come up to me at a party and say simply "Red Rubber Ball." I replied, "The Cyrkle, spelled with a y, Columbia 1966." She turned and walked away muttering, "Wow, it's true."

Please, continue to make a fool of yourself. You're so good at it that it's really quite fascinating. When you say I don't have the Pop Culture Chops, I assume those are Pop Culture Lamb Chops you're talking about?

[Royell Storing]

That was a joke, He Who Takes Himself Oh-So-Seriously. My brother-in-law worked for Buffalo Springfied. At one time, I was one of the premier collectors of old 45s in the country. I had a collection of thousands and thousands of them, including rare colored (typically clear red or yellow) ones that were sent to radio stations as promotional copies, all carefully catalogued and annotated. There is pretty much NO rock 'n roll question by which I can be stumped. I was such a legend that in 1985 I had a woman, a complete stranger, come up to me at a party and say simply "Red Rubber Ball." I replied, "The Cyrkle, spelled with a y, Columbia 1966." She turned and walked away muttering, "Wow, it's true."

Please, continue to make a fool of yourself. You're so good at it that it's really quite fascinating. When you say I don't have the Pop Culture Chops, I assume those are Pop Culture Lamb Chops you're talking about?

      So, you beat on your chest and then Fail to mention the John Lennon connection? No legit self proclaimed "legend" ever does that.   

[Lance Payette]

      So, you beat on your chest and then Fail to mention the John Lennon connection? No legit self proclaimed "legend" ever does that.   

My minimal "connection" with Lennon is that (1) I had a possibly precognitive dream, the only black-and-white dream I ever recall, about three weeks before his assassination in 1980, and (2) I am presently acquainted with a session bass player who actually played with Lennon and some of the very biggest stars in the industry (including Dylan). Concerning the dream, I told several people before Lennon was killed how odd it was and that my interpretation was that, in some ways, "the Beatles might have been happier if they'd never become famous." My "legend" status relates solely to being a veritable fount of useless rock 'n roll trivia, and in this regard I concede that I am mostly a legend in my own mind - although, when Trivial Pursuit was popular I was in high demand as a partner.