Dear Ghost of Sid Vicious,

Will you please come out of your heroin coma up there in punk rock heaven for a second, because your mate John Lydon (I would call him “Johnny Rotten”, but that would just be sad) seems to really be struggling as of late. First he goes on Leno (not quite CBGB), and incoherently yells at the crowd of midwestern tourists something about “Anarchy”, and now he’s pimping video games for Guitar Hero III, but somehow trying to maintain his punk cred by babbling some more crazy talk and…I dunno, cursing a whole lot? Anyway, it’s just getting really sad, so maybe you and Nancy could come down here and clock him over the head with the butt of your Sex Pistol…. (Language NSFW exactly 92 times)