Not the first…
So, I realize that I’m definitely not the first one to start blogging about this…but hell…God knows I’m not going to be the last, that’s for sure.
Yesterday was a brutal day. First Farah, and then Wacko Jacko go the way of David Carradine. They say these things come in 3′s. Wednesday finds Mr. McMahon hanging out with the Rat Pack, and then a day later, we count two more fingers off of our hands. Who’s next? Patrick Swayze? Possibly.
Here’s the thing that bothers me about a celebrity like Michael Jacksons death; how easy it is to forget about all of the mean spirited things that have been said or done directed towards this specific person. Or, worse yet, how easy it is for society to forget about all of the awful things that this person has done.
Sure, Michael inspired a ton of people and has done many amazing things for many different communities…but what about those (alleged) accusations of the horrible things that he (supposedly) put those children through? Is it really that easy to forget about these terrible things simply just because this person has died? Apparently, in death, all of your horrible sins have been washed away simply due to the fact that you were a HUGE mega celebrity. Seriously?
It’s sort of like when Kirby Puckett had gone through his ordeals of abusing his wife…but when he died, he was a golden god of sorts. No one remembered the horror his wife went through while being physically abused by a mad man.
I’m not saying that a person is not to be forgiven….but Jesus…after all the hell that mainstream media put poor Jacko through, it’s amazing to me that now, all of a sudden, Michael is back to this super star status that he once experienced….all because he died. Let’s simply forget about the fact that he (again…supposedly) molested children…or was a crazy parent who hung his child over a balcony to show fans…or that he covered his children up while out in public…treating them like the side show he had since become….Let’s completely forget about the creepy aspect that he subjected himself too…or that his nose was falling off as a result of his shame in the race he was born. Hell, let’s just forget that he was a tortured soul due to the fact that our insistant need for more Wacko Jacko gossip pushed him to quite possibly be the freakshow that he was at the end…I mean…that couldn’t possibly have been because of us…..right?
Look at things like this: Had Britney Spears pushed herself over the edge…would the mainstream media be mourning her death in the same way? “Pop princess dies a tragic death” would more than likely be the headline. Bullsh*t. Millions of fans would have “mourned” her death..but only because she was a celebrity. How quickly everyone would forget about the tabloids and the newspapers, and the cameras that were shoved into her face…constantly invading her privacy. It’s tragic that she died…not that we possibly drove her to it….but we would so easily forget about all of the horrible things that she has done and put herself and family (including children) through.
I hate mainstream society….just saying.
I’ve already forgot about this.
