The people gave their money and they gave their screams, but the Beatles gave their nervous systems, which is a much more difficult thing to give.
My metaphor is that evil always has a top hat and a cape, and goodness is over there in the corner. For me it's just too easy, if you hate your country or your wife, so you kill them. You can't think through that, you can't feel through that, you can't do the work. And now we have guns. Solution? I don't think so.