Dude, Michael Jackson.
Way to steal the thunder from Farrah Fawcett's cancer defeat.
Seriously tho'. I'm not too hip on the celebrities, and I was a smidge too young and my parents too old to ride the Jackson craze in the 80s, so I kinda don't remember much about him except the child molestation and the plastic surgery. He was clearly a sick man in his own world, probably batshit crazy, and death is probably a mercy for him.
It's fascinating watching his fans, though, and the way they converged on the hospital in LA as it was announced that he had been taken there, and was dead. I mean, only a few minutes passed and boom! Hundreds of people swamp the entrance. The testimonials that pop up on forums on the Internet, the reactions on Facebook, the Twitfest I refuse to touch..everyone has something to say about this guy, and for a lot of people, it's about his talent and his music. As 'meh' as I am about MJ, I'm glad people seem to remember him for more than baby-dangling and a funky nose.
Way to steal the thunder from Farrah Fawcett's cancer defeat.
Seriously tho'. I'm not too hip on the celebrities, and I was a smidge too young and my parents too old to ride the Jackson craze in the 80s, so I kinda don't remember much about him except the child molestation and the plastic surgery. He was clearly a sick man in his own world, probably batshit crazy, and death is probably a mercy for him.
It's fascinating watching his fans, though, and the way they converged on the hospital in LA as it was announced that he had been taken there, and was dead. I mean, only a few minutes passed and boom! Hundreds of people swamp the entrance. The testimonials that pop up on forums on the Internet, the reactions on Facebook, the Twitfest I refuse to touch..everyone has something to say about this guy, and for a lot of people, it's about his talent and his music. As 'meh' as I am about MJ, I'm glad people seem to remember him for more than baby-dangling and a funky nose.
4 fine feathered finks | be a laughing jackass!
