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The Tragic Tale of the 5th Beatle

the tragic tale of the fifth member of the beatles

In 1964, the unstoppable force of the Beatles swept across America. It is a period that adults across the world remember to this day, and it is a period that changed the landscape of the music industry forever. What many people don’t know is that the Beatles landed that day with a fifth member, whom they shunned amidst the racial tension and pressures that were so present in the world at the time. Since then, the surviving members have worked tirelessly to eradicate the controversial history of the Beatles and take credit for the work of another. Today, the world will hear the real story of a rock ‘n’ roll visionary and the events that led to his downfall. This is the story of David Sasquatch.

David P Sasquatch was a singer, songwriter, and kazoo player that was born in 1942 in Liverpool, England. His mother, Mildred Sasquatch, was a door to door vacuum salesperson who struggled to make ends meet. His father, Robert Sasquatch, left the family before David was born and spent his life roaming the countryside in solitude. To this day, there is speculation that the father David heard about so often never even existed.

David was a mediocre student, who was kicked out of several private schools for attempting to eat the other children and had to settle for an in-home education led by a wandering gypsy named Nessy Munstar. It was during these troubled years that David began to discover his tremendous gifts as a songwriter. It was not long before David, needing to express himself further, began to sing and play an old left-handed kazoo that he bought from a second-hand store in London. David had truly found his calling.

By 1957, David was touring the London area with his first band, the Bo Daggetts, who played a mix of rock ‘n’ roll and hobnob, a type of popular music with jazz, blues, and sheep-noise influences. Word of mouth was quickly spreading, and the Bo Daggetts soon secured a gig playing with another young band, the Quarrymen, who featured John Lennon and Paul McCartney. The show was an immense success, and Lennon soon asked David to join their ranks in order to strengthen their songwriting and swoon audiences with his silky voice.

George Harrison joined in 1958 as lead guitarist, followed by Lennon’s art school friend Stuart Sutcliffe on bass. By May of 1960, the band had tried several names including Johnny and the Moondogs, Fart Butt, and the Silver Beetles. They adopted the name the Beatles in August of 1960 and recruited drummer Pete Best shortly before a five-engagement residency in Hamburg.

David quickly established himself as the chief songwriter of the group, and took on double duties as the singer and kazoo player. He was praised for his unique voice and approach to the kazoo, and he was the first player to go completely electric. In the early days, he often ended shows with a ten-minute kazoo shred fest, described as both mesmerizing and panty-soaking by critics at the time.

Lennon and McCartney could sense that David was achieving notoriety more quickly than the rest of the band, and their boiling jealousy led them to reveal in subsequent interviews that David was not a man, but a sasquatch. This quickly led to backlash from the public, as longstanding prejudices in western societies led many to question whether sasquatches should be allowed to make music. David’s role in the Beatles was immediately diminished, as the group fought to continue their growth in popularity. David was no longer allowed to sing, and he was forced to stand off stage during their performances. Years later, it was revealed that the crew had also stopped plugging in his kazoo during this time. Things were beginning to fall apart for David Sasquatch.

In 1962, Ringo Starr replaced Pete Best as the drummer, and the band had their first hit with “Love Me Do” later that year. Though the song was written exclusively by David, the band felt that his sasquatch heritage would take away from the song, so he was excluded from songwriting credits. By 1964, Beatlemania had swept across the Atlantic, and the Beatles found themselves in America. Unfortunately, the day when the band landed in America was the last day David was a part of the Beatles. The rest of the band told him they were going to buy cinnamon rolls in the terminal, but they ditched him, leaving him with nothing but his favorite kazoo and a broken heart.

The Beatles went on to have one of the most incredible careers in the history of music, and released many songs that were actually written by David including “Yesterday,” “Here Comes the Sun,” and “Hey Jude” (which originally contained a thirty-three-minute kazoo solo). David was never given credit for his contributions, and he never received any compensation. As a result, he was forced to live in poverty, foraging for food in the woods and remaining a recluse for much of his life.

On December 8th, 1980 David met with Mark David Chapman in an empty Denny’s parking lot and paid him fifty-three dollars to murder John Lennon. Unfortunately for David, his hired hand was a bit looney and hung around the crime scene until the police arrived. The killer was given a life sentence, but not before he gave authorities information that led to a nationwide manhunt for David. The police searched for months, but they were unable to locate the poor sasquatch, who spent the next three decades hiding in various forests across the United States and Canada. In 2010, a lone hiker in Oregon spotted the body of a large primate huddled up next to a tree trunk. The body was badly decomposed, but it was clearly hugging an old, rusty kazoo. When the hiker returned with the police, the body was gone. No trace of David was ever seen again. No one has ever been able to prove the fate of David P Sasquatch, and though his story is a tragic one, it is important to remember his endless contributions to music.

This writer hopes that David P Sasquatch finally found peace and is playing an epic kazoo solo for a bunch of topless angels right now.

-Sir Chase Hooper, 2017

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Hierarchy

The Church of Boobism has established a hierarchy for its members that establishes levels within the church. This hierarchy can also be translated to a “real-world” setting, should the world be invaded by several thousand aliens with fart pores on their heads or a plague of zombies that resemble Gilbert Gottfried. This system of advancement and placement is not one in which Boobists strive to donate enough time or money to be noticed and promoted. This system is based on knowledge, understanding, and practice of the principles of Boobism, as well as the continued effort of the individual Boobist to expand his or her knowledge and obtain a state that is as close to perfection as humanly possible. Boobs are not simply tools for entertainment. They are a source of life, knowledge, and strength. So should the Boobist be the same. A Boobist should always strive to be as godly as boobs, but must recognize that it will never be so.

The ranking system of the Church of Boobism is as follows:

Disciple:
The introductory level of Boobism in which the individual labels themselves a Boobist. No further action is needed to achieve this ranking, and Disciples are not required to study or advance themselves in any way. This is a simple acknowledgement of a love for boobs.

Disciple Level II:
Level II Disciples are Boobists that have made an effort to study and understand the teachings of Boobism. They are able to recite well-known stories and tales of Boobism, and have likely motor-boated several different types of boobs in their lifetime. Their understanding of the power of boobage is greater than the run of the mill Disciple.

Professor:
A Professor of Boobs is an individual that has studied the ways of the boob extensively and has an understanding that is greater than Disciples. Professors are able to recite many stories and tales of Boobism, and have the ability to teach introductory lessons of Boobism to non-followers. They are also able to vote on food to include in pot lucks.

Warrior:
Warriors of Boobs have risen above other Boobists and have established themselves as ever-faithful followers of the Church. A Warrior must have an expert understanding of Boobism and must act as a soldier in the event of an invasion of smelly Sasquatches. A Warrior must be equally comfortable wielding a shotgun or a large, wobbly set of knockers. This is the high-ranking muscle of the Church of Boobism, and one is not required to reach this ranking. After all, not everyone is a warrior.

Wizard:
A Wizard of Boobs is the educational counterpart of the Warrior rank. Wizards are in charge of recruitment, promotion, and the distribution of educational materials to the masses. This is also the propaganda wing of the Church. In the event of an emergency or mass-rape apocalypse (or rapeocalypse) Wizards of Boobism are in charge of maintaining contact with allies across the globe and rebuilding the Church, should the disaster leave the world in a state of dismal poop smears.

Champion:
A Champion of Boobs is the High Priest/Priestess of Boobism and is the top-tier of the ranking system. Few Boobists will ever achieve this ranking, and those that reach this milestone are to be admired for their mastery of boobly wooblies and the principles of the Church of Boobism. Champions determine the course of the Church and act as generals in the event of a world disaster such as a massive, crazed mutant nipple or other such atrocity. Champions may also be referred to as Reverend.

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Commandments

1. Thou shalt respect boobs.
Boobs have the power to create happiness, and they have the power to take it away. They are symbols of life and beginning, and for that they deserve the utmost respect and courtesy.

2. Thou shalt not hold elbows, shins, kneecaps, or boogers before boobs.
Boobs can sustain life and lead a warrior into battle. What can elbows do?

3. Thou shalt not take any name of boobs in vain.
Anyone that says negative things about boobs is probably a terrorist, or really really confused.

4. Remember: Every day is a good boob day.
Even if the world is swarming with flesh eating zombie ninjas and dragons with fiery, corny poop, it will still be a good day for boobs.

5. Honor thine boobs above all others, for they shall act as thine guide.
There is tremendous power in having love for yourself and a particular love for the boobs you hold dear.

6. Recognize that boobs hold the power to unite humankind.
If there is one thing that the leaders of the human race can agree on regardless of race, religion, gender, preference, or creed…it is that boobs are awesome.

7. Once a Boobist, always a Boobist.
Boobism is a way of life. You don’t become a Boobist. You are born a Boobist.

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A Practical Approach

The concepts of Boobism can be translated to life beyond survival, evolution, and philosophical dogmas. It can be applied to virtually every aspect of life, and is thus a powerful tool for bettering oneself and taking life (and happiness) to the next level.

American Football is an excellent example of this. As a player in one of the “skill positions” of football, holding onto the ball is of the utmost importance. A fumble or a dropped pass can result in the loss of the game or being pelted with large, hardened balls of bulldog butt drippings by angry and disheartened fans. This is where a Boobist can thrive.

You must treat the ball as if it were a pair of boobs. Cradle it, use soft hands, and don’t let it touch the ground. Treat the ground as if it is an evil anti-boob lava of doom, waiting for its chance to consume all of the glorious boobies of the world in an insidious craving of hatred. Treat opposing players as if they are boob-pillaging yetis, and keep your sacred leather boob away from them. When catching the ball, stay focused! Treat the ball as if it is the most important bust you have ever seen. Bring it into your chest and secure it. Do not treat the ball like it is an enormous, smelly penis that is spraying a vast amount of sweat through the air as it spirals towards your waiting grasp. This will lead only to dropped passes and awkward moments. Cherish that ball as you would cherish boobs, and bring it home. Remember, the ball must be treated like a set of boobs from the Heavens, not an angry, pungent pile of dicks.

Imagine if Terrell Owens had understood this philosophy. He might have been worth more than a bucket of Lisa Lampanelli’s mustache hairs. In fact, there are a great number of players that have been made up more of ego than talent. Perhaps if they embraced this thought process, they could have proven themselves worthy of their overpriced paychecks.

Disciples may find the principles of Boobism in all aspects of life. Whether it is sports, a zombie holocaust, or simply a trip to the zoo, boobs are all around you, and they can guide you to the Promised Land (or at least various entertaining moments).