With America plummeting toward a Socialistic abyss, a presidential impostor selling out our security in Russia, people dying for freedom in Iran and Honduras, petty dictators threatening our very existence and economic chaos mortgaging our children’s futures — how twisted have our values become when we pay such limitless attention to a freakish pervert, who somehow managed to achieve a measure of entertainment success in spite of himself?
Is Michael Jackson still dead? It’s hard to tell. For more than a week I’ve heard more about him than in the previous twenty years combined! I know that journalism has been dead in this country since the media became a Left Wing public relations outlet during last year’s elections but, even so, I didn’t think it had descended to the level of prurient tabloidism found in the rack at a supermarket checkout.
This alleged icon was a drug addict, probably a pedophile and a generally disturbed individual completely out-of-balance with the real world. Yet we not only glorify his actions but actually consider declaring a national day of mourning to celebrate his life – a life so abundantly tragic as to make one wonder how he managed to live an entire fifty years! Would someone please tell me what his contribution was to our country? To Life? To anything useful?
Isn’t it about time to start worrying about the havoc being wrought in our own lives? What about the Crap and Tax Bill that slipped through The House while irresponsible news programming paid ratings homage to this sick little man-child?
If we are to celebrate anyone’s life, let’s consider the men and women fighting in the Middle East to keep us safe, those working to ease the burdens of the poor or those just plain working — who get up and go to work each day to feed their families, without the luxury of extreme self-indulgence like a Michael Jackson or any other flawed character that we all too easily place on a pedestal these days. I’m frankly sick and tired of our attributing so much relevance to those who are, in fact, so irrelevant when our energy is so desperately needed in matters of genuine importance, like fighting the creeping tyranny that, right now, threatens our daily quality of life.
If he’s really still dead then let’s bury him before he begins to ripen, buy a C.D. if you like his music and get on with things in America that actually make a difference.
R.S.F.
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