I'm feeling a tug of something - something uncomfortable - something annoying.
What is it?
Oh - yes - it's my total lack of patience with humanity in general! Yay!
This morning, I ran across a statement that I had fully expected see that, much to my surprise, had not appeared sooner. The inevitable question -
"do you remember where you were when Michael Jackson died?"
Jesus Christ on a zamboni, of course I do - it was Thursday!!!! Two days ago!!!!!!!
I mean - come on. Let's get some perspective here.
I remember where I was when some truly major events took place. When man first stepped on the moon, when Robert Kennedy and Martin Luther King were assassinated, when the Iranian hostage crisis occurred, when the Space Shuttle Challenger exploded, and when the Berlin Wall fell.
A hundred more things that happened in my lifetime, I remember vividly.
And two weeks, a year, a decade later - the date and time of the overdose of a talented yet terribly tortured musician who lived in a cocoon of self-indulgence and fantasy will not be among them.
I'm truly sorry that Michael died. And Farrah. And Ed McMahon.
And maybe a hundred thousand other people on the planet earth who didn't have a TV show or a hit record. I'm sorry for them as well.
Simply my opinion, of course. But there it is. Fire away.
6 comments:
Jacksons' death was of no more significance than the death of any other person. Just because he's more (in)famous doesn't make him more of a person. I really don't give a shit that the "king of pop" has died.
Okay...Jesus Christ on a zamboni may be one of the funniest things I have ever read.
My only question in this whole thing is what took him so long?
You're preachin' to the choir, man.
Amen.
...and where would Jesus Christ but on a Zamboni? Jesus rides in style.
Where I was when I heard that Michael Jackson had died was just as unremarkable as his death.
Great post, spot-on. Who gives a crap? Michael Jackson hasn't been relevant to music in a long time...
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