Yoko Oh-No is at it again. First she threatens to sue female rock artist Lennon Murphy for rights over her first name, now she is suing the producers that challenges the concept of the Darwinian evolution. She is accusing them of using John Lennon’s historic song “Imagine” without her permission. The name of the film that wants to use the song is titled, “Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed” which stars comedian Ben Stein who starred in a string of Red Eye commercials and hosted Comedy Central’s “Win Ben Stein’s Money”.
The complaint in the suit asks the court to stop the film from promoting, distrubiting, promoting the movie and seeks financial damages.
The Associated Press reports:
http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5hlCmrQJO7lSHjdN0BtU_ZANKDLugD908083O0
No, the way I see it, the world of blogosphere’s is not accusing her of “selling out” because of the use of the song in that film. Yoko’s always been a sellout for years.
It’s a fact that the fans of the Beatles despises this evil woman.
Yoko and J.K. Rowling would be good friends, they should drink together in a bar talking about stuff like how powerful, ego-ish, and controlling they are.
Kev
K'Brocking 
Hold the phone, you’re out of your bonkers here. Yoko never minded that this cheap tart used the Lennon name, it’s her real name after all. The objection was when the little whore attempted to exclusively trademark the Lennon name, which would have blocked anyone else from using the name in the music business. Including the talented Lennon who the bimbo was named after, or his talented son Sean. What if some ten dollar Schenectady crack whore trademarked the name Kev Brock so you couldn’t even call yourself by your real name when you were working on Albany Street? But imagine if you were world famous, loved by millions, and they were a nobody trying to use you for publicity? Hey, it worked, cause suckers buy this crap all of the time, reading those faggot gossip sites that are high on sensationalism but short on facts. You never would have heard of the stupid cunt if it weren’t for Yoko, would you? Am I right? See! I told ya!
Then we have this film about creationism narrated by a C list Hollywood hack, a one trick pony comic whose one trick gets old after thirty seconds, an actor who is famous only for “Buehller, Buehller, Buehller,” and a low budget game show on basic cable – a documentary whose makers lied to the interview subjects by saying it was about something that it wasn’t because they knew that real scientists with busy schedules wouldn’t return phone calls to retards who believe that we were created by a god or something stupid like that. Where I live you can’t throw a rock without hitting one of them Jesus morons. And they took a popular Lennon song, a song that is an anthem of secular humanism that explicitly rejects silly notions of religion, and used it without permission, without compensation to the rights owner, but with a credit on the film that makes nitwit bible believers think they had permission to use it and that Yoko approved the message of the film. And millions of people who loved John would think that she sold him out to lying douchebags. She’d be a damned fool not to sue. And you say she’s on a “suing rampage,” just like you said with JK Rowling, who her put her life into a work so some dude who probably lives with his mom and looks like he’s surfing gay porn when not reading Harry Potter can get rich off of her. Hey, would you work your ass off waiting tables in a diner if the boss said that half of your tips would be going to some customer that had a crush on you?
Come on man, get with it! Those gossip sites are your problem, not Myspace. We have an old saying in Texas, maybe you have it in Tennessee too, we say “that TMZ site ain’t for nothin’ but queers and steers, and I don’t see any steers around here!”
Hold the phone, you’re out of your bonkers here. Yoko never minded that this cheap tart used the Lennon name, it’s her real name after all. The objection was when the little whore attempted to exclusively trademark the Lennon name, which would have blocked anyone else from using the name in the music business. Including the talented Lennon who the bimbo was named after, or his talented son Sean. What if some ten dollar Schenectady crack whore trademarked the name Kev Brock so you couldn’t even call yourself by your real name when you were working on Albany Street? But imagine if you were world famous, loved by millions, and they were a nobody trying to use you for publicity? Hey, it worked, cause suckers buy this crap all of the time, reading those faggot gossip sites that are high on sensationalism but short on facts. You never would have heard of the stupid cunt if it weren’t for Yoko, would you? Am I right? See! I told ya!
Then we have this film about creationism narrated by a C list Hollywood hack, a one trick pony comic whose one trick gets old after thirty seconds, an actor who is famous only for “Buehller, Buehller, Buehller,” and a low budget game show on basic cable – a documentary whose makers lied to the interview subjects by saying it was about something that it wasn’t because they knew that real scientists with busy schedules wouldn’t return phone calls to retards who believe that we were created by a god or something stupid like that. Where I live you can’t throw a rock without hitting one of them Jesus morons. And they took a popular Lennon song, a song that is an anthem of secular humanism that explicitly rejects silly notions of religion, and used it without permission, without compensation to the rights owner, but with a credit on the film that makes nitwit bible believers think they had permission to use it and that Yoko approved the message of the film. And millions of people who loved John would think that she sold him out to lying douchebags. She’d be a damned fool not to sue. And you say she’s on a “suing rampage,” just like you said with JK Rowling, who her put her life into a work so some dude who probably lives with his mom and looks like he’s surfing gay porn when not reading Harry Potter can get rich off of her. Hey, would you work your ass off waiting tables in a diner if the boss said that half of your tips would be going to some customer that had a crush on you?
Come on man, get with it! Those gossip sites are your problem, not Myspace. We have an old saying in Texas, maybe you have it in Tennessee too, we say “that TMZ site ain’t for nothin’ but queers and steers, and I don’t see any steers around here!”