You know I debated for sometime (like a good 10 minutes) on whether or not I was going to comment on Michael Jackson’s death. I initially decided not to for the simple fact that I didn’t want to give a dancing pedophile freak any more attention. But I just can’t take it anymore. Seeing all these washed up has-beens and opportunist hacks talking to flash in the pan high school gossips like fucking Ryan Seacrest about how seeing Michael Jackson inspired them to greater heights makes me want to fucking puke. Oh golly I just saw a skinny white black man dance. I think I will cure cancer now.
Fuck you.
Oh and if it sounds like I’m angry, it’s because I am. If it sounds like I’m bitter. Uh…it’s because I am. How on earth this fucking weirdo pedophile that sang other people’s songs while he danced to other people’s music and inspired shit like N’SYNC considered to be some sort of a genius? Now that this skinny fuck is dead everyone is talking about how “he inspired me” or “was the greatest entertainer ever” and shouldn’t be judged on the last few years. Again I say fuck you. Using this logic Hitler was a pretty ok guy.
Oh no but Jason you don’t understand he had a hard childhood it wasn’t his fault. Really? Seriously that is the argument you’re going with? Ok first off fuck you you’re an idiot who believes whatever the talking picture box tells you. Second off there were fucking 6 year old Jewish girls starving in Nazi concentration camps, while watching their parents and friends die that when freed by ally forces were basically left to fend for themselves with no money or hope. But they still managed to grow up to be healthy happy adults, who if anything had a stronger character and were wise beyond their years.
But on the other hand we have poor little rich boy Michael Jackson. Whose daddy made him dance for 8+ hours a day and would sometimes hit him with a belt when he missed a step. Let’s see Nazi concentration camp and no money or an overbearing father and millions of dollars and fans? Hmmm…Wow I can see why he freaked out now.
Now I know that Jackson’s childhood wasn’t an ideal situation, but seriously what does it say about Jackson and his ability to cope? Daddy was mean to me so I’m going to “play” with kids and have surgeries to look like Diana Ross. What the fuck? And this is an idol? This is someone to look up to? Seriously?
It kills me how we deify fucking entertainers. I fully admit I have my personal heroes and people that inspire me and these people are not without their own flaws. But you know what? The people on my list aren’t liars who created fantasy worlds to live in with there delusions. The people on my list created things and had their own thoughts instead of being a professional puppet willing to sing and dance on cue.
All I’m saying is anytime you worship a puppet and look to a puppet for inspiration it really doesn’t say a whole hell of a lot about you.
Ok I’ll shut up now I just had to get that off of my chest. The blog will return to regularly scheduled programming later in the day. Oh and if you have any hateful comments or for me or if you want to jump onto my fuck Michael Jackson bandwagon just leave a comment. I would love to read it.
