One of the Beatles has announced he doesn't want to get any more mail. No, not the cute one who was married to the one-legged harpy. No, not the dead one. No, not the one who missed out. Yes, it's the one who can't sing.
Now I don't how much mail Ringo gets. But it seems a bit shitty to actually tell people not to send it. I mean, you've got to be a little full of yourself when you tell people, "Please, the adoration is nice, but I'm too busy." This is kind of like handing out tissue at the funeral. It's a nice thought, but you're a little full of yourself if you think there will be that much gnashing of teeth and wailing.
Seriously, that's his excuse. "I'm warning you with peace and love I have too much to do. So no more fan mail." Wow, watching Caveman on cable, listening to An Octopus's Garden must really take up a lot of your day. Just throw it away. You don't actually have to tell me on your website you don't give a shit about me.
I do love using the whole Peace and Love thing to be an asshat. That's immediately going into the rotation.
"Peace and love, but I'm not coming to your time-wasting meeting because you're all a bunch of morons."
"That ref is a freaking blind asshat. Peace and love."
"I'd rather sit at home with a pack of wild dogs, peace and love, than go out with you."
"Your economic ideas are the drunken ramblings of a fascist with a venereal disease. Peace and love, Senator."
Thanks for playing along at home kids. Peace and love.