So today I decided to cuddle with my man to watch the Michael Jackson funeral (though I initially had no interest in watching it). We pretty much started watching it from the point where Mariah Carey was crooning away, i knew it then that I was going to watch some hard core hypocritical bullshit. People sang their annoyingly sad songs but the true crap was flung at me when the people came up to give their “speeches” (THEY ACTUALLY USED THE WORD SPEECH NOT TRIBUTE BUT SPEECH).
I sat there watching one moron after another “standing by” Michael’s side, chastising the people for being too judgmental, talking about how Michael was always a cheerful boy(yet they sung the most depressing songs). I was trying to keep myself distracted by playing game after game of Free cell while watching the memorial which reminded me of a campaign where politicians tried showing every one that they “cared” the most about the people (Bullshit!!!). But then I heard Brooke Shields and that’s when it hit me that Michael was finally gone (A very scary resemblance to how D’s loss hit me when I saw his mother crying). I guess I was fine until I saw how her tribute hit my guy too, i was beginning to fight that losing battle against my emotions. Usher’s performance was sappy but seeing him perform through pain was something I was trying hard to handle. The thing that really boiled my blood was a politician talking about the “American life” , how the cabinet “had a moment of silence”, holding out a stupid certificate marking him a “legend” and basically how she & her cronies cared for him and did not think him guilty (LOL). Queen Latifah’s tribute was sincere, sweet and to the point while Martin Luther King ‘s descendants were beyond political and not to mention annoying plus stupid (their “tributes” sounded too rehearsed). I liked one dude but can’t recall his name, being a fan it felt nice to hear about all the good times shared by Jackson’s friends but it was disappointing to know that many people present in that entire room did not help Michael in his time of need.
The most commercial part of the evening was probably the kid who was originally slated to perform with MJ in London performing for his memorial. But the truly tear jerker was Paris Jackson (Michael’s 11 year old daughter). The words she spoke on that stage was the best tribute her father could receive from anything in this entire world, she not only told us about her love for her father but she stood there defending him. To me her tribute was the best one. Which brought me to a sad realization that the media and all the people in that room were the most irresponsible because they did not realize that all the crap they were flinging about was undoubtedly splashing on those kids. To me, all the awards, “I love you” and ” you are innocent” were too late and too hypocritical for in the end we let the King Of Pop” die miserable, lonely and depressed. Hopefully some of the people in this world will now stop being judgmental, biased and mean to each other.
Many were heard saying that the memorial was going to be bigger than the memorial held for Princess Diana. Let me remind you guys that you are mourning without understanding the person, people bawled and sobbed over Lady Di’s death blaming the royal family but conveniently forgot that she was a pain in their ass too. Until Jacko died we isolated him for his dirty deeds (supposedly) but now remember nothing about his past but SUDDENLY remember him to be a musical genius much greater than Beethoven and Bach. Do we not have any other people to mourn about? Lots of people die due to our wastage, selfishness and greed… We care not for them but sob over a man who does not even care a rat’s ass about what we do for him.
To all those moronic fans who “love” their king and his work, if you truly love him you would love all your fellow humans for who they are. According to me, Michael Jackson was not the King Of Pop nor did he “CREATE” a new genre or whatever, he simply brought his own style to an already existing genre. The reason he was so popular was because he was one of the best performers out there. I do not call Michael Jackson a king of anything but simply call him a fellow human being who was exactly like us from the start to the end, a being that needed love, trust, loyalty and help. To put it bluntly he was the Shylock in a twisted version of the Merchant of Venice
But thankfully we are all done with all the hype of Jackson’s death, he & his family can finally rest in peace.
“If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die?”
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