Our culture is in hell. Seriously. The insanity of the coverage over the death of an accused pedophile and drug addict who, also, happened to be talented; was outrageous. And grotestque.
This is what is happening in other parts of the world:
In this country, while Iranian people die, attacked by snipers from roof tops and axe weilding government paid thugs – Geraldo Rivera salivates over the corpse of Jackson as it’s flown from the hospital to the morgue, at one point he even took to guessing the weight of the corpse. How is this news?
I’m ticked at Fox. They had managed the weekend before to be the only cable news network to run live coverage of the revolution in Iran. An actually important story, one will determine Middle East policy for quite some time. This weekend, while axes were chopping and bats were breaking the bodies of the protesters in Iran, Fox spent every flipping moment possible weeping over a celebrity who abused himself to death.
The only relief came when, weirdly, Billy Mays died.
It is a matter of shame to me that my fellow countrymen are so entirely willing to worship celebrity and fame rather than character. I’ll give you that Michael Jackson was talented. I’ll give you that he had a cultural impact. But Merlin’s pants! Where is the perspective? Dude was just an entertainer. Only. He was also a peculiarly twisted and deeply weird man. Recognize the talent, but the screaming and the crying? Ugh.
It is particularly revolting that the death of a musician moves more people in this country than the fight to obtain liberty from tyranny. How in the HELL did we get here?
And the people in Iran fight for a right we are happily giving away…