St. Michael of Neverland Ranch
I just won’t turn on a television for a week now that we’ve learned that Michael Jackson has died. I’m not sure I can stomach the insta-documentaries and the faux-mourning. Indeed, not to be too horribly cynical, but I’m quite sure that all those who spoke ill of Jackson in the past, including all the media outlets and anchors will leap headlong onto the Saint Michael bandwagon now that he’s departed.
I’ve always thought Jackson’s story was a sad one. He obviously had many, many mental issues. I was never a fan of his music, but I was always sad that anyone could be so uncomfortable in their own skin.
But beyond that, I think he was a deeply troubled person who – regardless of the fact that he was never charged convicted of any crime – I would certainly not want my daughter around. That parents let him sleep in the same bed as their children is beyond disturbing. The whole story, from childhood to manhood, of Michael Jackson has been strange and sad and frightening. All that wealth, and what came of it but a slow descent, both mentally and physically, into something less than human? [Read more →]
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