Has anybody forgotten that Michael Jackson, AKA Jacko the Wacko, was accused not once but twice of child molestation? The first time he was able to buy off the family, the second time, well, it went to trial but he wasn't convicted. Sort of like OJ Simpson, only creepier.
Now his memorial service (hold my lottery tickets, please) is going to be broadcast world wide on television AND the internet. Streaming video. Mass hysteria. Tears flowing into a mighty river of grief.
Wait a minute while I roll my eyes a few more times.
Okay, okay. He's a gifted musician. I remember seeing him as a little kid on the Ed Sullivan Show and he ran rings around his older brothers even then. He was obviously the star of the show, as well he should be. But how he chose to live his life over the next forty years is, at best, a cautionary tale of how not to live a life.
How much money has he blown through? Did any of it make him happy? Make him a better person? Make people love him more? Yes, he had adulation but it's real hard to take a hoard of fans home with you every night to make you feel like your life isn't an empty shell of existence. Money cannot buy happiness. Michael Jackson is proof of that.
I pity his children, although they aren't really HIS children at all. He has kept them literally under wraps. Masks, scarves over their faces. What the hell was he thinking? They didn't go out except under the strangest of circumstances, they never went to school, probably didn't have too many friends. By reported accounts their father slept every day until 4:00 in the afternoon and then was up all night. Quality parenting? Don't think so.
And now he's dead, most likely a victim of his own excesses. Quite frankly, I was sick to death of hearing about him during his trial and just wished he's disappear. Now I can't even turn on the TV without being subjected to another breathless update by an earnest newsperson who manages to keep a straight face while interviewing fans mangling his hit songs on the sidewalk just because somebody shoved a microphone into their face. And this crap is going to go on for weeks, I just know it. Custody fights over his kids! His debts! His estate! What I'm waiting for is his toxicology report. You know that sucker isn't going to be just one page.
Rest in peace, Michael Jackson. and leave us alone.
Now his memorial service (hold my lottery tickets, please) is going to be broadcast world wide on television AND the internet. Streaming video. Mass hysteria. Tears flowing into a mighty river of grief.
Wait a minute while I roll my eyes a few more times.
Okay, okay. He's a gifted musician. I remember seeing him as a little kid on the Ed Sullivan Show and he ran rings around his older brothers even then. He was obviously the star of the show, as well he should be. But how he chose to live his life over the next forty years is, at best, a cautionary tale of how not to live a life.
How much money has he blown through? Did any of it make him happy? Make him a better person? Make people love him more? Yes, he had adulation but it's real hard to take a hoard of fans home with you every night to make you feel like your life isn't an empty shell of existence. Money cannot buy happiness. Michael Jackson is proof of that.
I pity his children, although they aren't really HIS children at all. He has kept them literally under wraps. Masks, scarves over their faces. What the hell was he thinking? They didn't go out except under the strangest of circumstances, they never went to school, probably didn't have too many friends. By reported accounts their father slept every day until 4:00 in the afternoon and then was up all night. Quality parenting? Don't think so.
And now he's dead, most likely a victim of his own excesses. Quite frankly, I was sick to death of hearing about him during his trial and just wished he's disappear. Now I can't even turn on the TV without being subjected to another breathless update by an earnest newsperson who manages to keep a straight face while interviewing fans mangling his hit songs on the sidewalk just because somebody shoved a microphone into their face. And this crap is going to go on for weeks, I just know it. Custody fights over his kids! His debts! His estate! What I'm waiting for is his toxicology report. You know that sucker isn't going to be just one page.
Rest in peace, Michael Jackson. and leave us alone.
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