Lennon was the Jeremy Corbyn of pop music – a shambolic, whining, perennial sixth-former posing as an intellectual who pretended he could cut through all the bullshit, but ended up being one of the biggest bullshitters on the planet. An empty vessel for the frustrated hopes of the culturally, politically and intellectually handicapped, a monumental fucktard who offered nothing but cuntitudinous platitudes for mass consumption.

Just as Corbyn might have retained some shreds of credibility had he remained a rebellious backbencher, so Lennon should have abandoned all pretensions he had to be anything more than a second-rate guitarist in a third-rate Hank Williams-Buddy Holly-Chuck Berry tribute band. But the cunt could never decide if he wanted to be Spike Milligan, Pete Seeger, Jesus Christ or a conceptual artist and ended up being none of them. He was just an overrated fucking cunt.

Originally I’d thought of ending this cunting with the words “Chapman did the world a favour”, but, on balance, Chapman’s actions only succeeded in 1) martyring the cunt, 2) elevating Yoko Ono into the role of Lennon’s Representative On Earth, and 3) robbing us of the opportunity of seeing Lennon exposed in later life as the talentless fraud we knew him to be. So maybe Chapman should be cunted too.

Nominated by: Fred West

Any cunt who writes ‘Imagine no possessions it’s easy if you try’ before fucking off on tax exile to live in a fucking mansion across from Central Park has got to be a monumental cunt. However the public who fell and continue to fall for his bullshit are Mong cunts of a gargantuan order.

Nominated by: Vermin Cunt Spotter