Friday, June 26, 2009

Michael "Short Eyes" Jackson Dead at 50

My first reaction to this news was, "Good riddance! He can't get to Hell* fast enough to suit me!"

* Assuming there is such a place.

The media reaction was universally overwhelming. The BBC (of all people) devoted the entire news hour to his career; this mornings LA Times had what amounted to a full section on him.

I don't get it, not at all. The man was a freak, an accused and tried child molester and (perhaps) the father of three children of extremely dubious lineage. His attempts at a macho personality were risible in the extreme. He sang like a girl!

He could dance up a storm (but so could Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly) but he couldn't manage his money or his desires. Much was made of his childhood -- how he didn't really have one, poor thing! There are a lot of people in this world who never had a childhood -- sweat shop laboring children comes to mind.

I feel sorry for the late Farrah Fawcett who was virtually shoved off of her deathbed in favor of coverage of this idiot.

Enough idle chatter. Time to finish work on my sandwich board -- it reads "Repent! The End is Near!"

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