((o: can’t believe not ONE person helped out here :O))

Once upon a time in a far-far better fucked-up age of man, there was a whiz kid from Liverpool born to raise a little ‘ell (then kill it) and rock a li’l roll until he filled it---all the bloody while changing people’s minds just enough to make’em even slightly better, slightly ascended up from id level ideas, slightly more dare I say human in the real sense. Then one day while he was returnin’ home with his Ono, a hobgoblin on loan from Hawaii by way of Georgia or sum such damn-bad-dumb-luck, a dubious if not deft reader of The Catcher in the Rye, happened along with a bone to pick ‘bout duality & hypocrites & ..um..stuff.. and shot him full-o Swiss cheese sized holes! And then the world belonged to 2 families and they consumed it all in one big several decades-long gulp..with impunity. The End. Bummer.

(i thought it was funny/ironically so, but as is often the case: punchline..la-di-da crickets)