If there is a shining, definitive example of the hypocrisy and craven lack of integrity inherent in 99% of today's media outlets, the coverage of Michael Jackson's death is it.
In the eyes of The Media, Michael Jackson was a walking freakshow the morning of June 25th. Someone to be ridiculed, made fun of, attacked, investigated - you name it. And then, in the time it took his last, shallow breath to pass over his (we can only assume) painted lips, he magically reverted to Michael Jackson, The Greatest Entertainer Of All Time. Someone to be celebrated, lionized and worshipped like it was 1983 all over again.
It's amazing what a short memory we have as a culture. Celebrities are crucified and resurrected in a matter of months. And why not? Otherwise there wouldn't be any celebrities to worship. But Michael was the exception, being pretty much under siege for the last 2 decades (granted, usually due to his own bizarre/suspect actions).
Ultimately I just feel sorry for MJ. A clearly sweet kid who had his brain warped at an early age by external forces (his dad, fame) that he couldn't control. I'm actually kind of glad that it's over, 'cause I'm scared to think about the state he'd be in at 70. So RIP, Michael. If there is a Heaven, I'm sure you moonwalked straight through the Pearly Gates. ~ Tim
Thursday, July 2, 2009
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