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Okay, I have decided to let the dust settle a little bit before I wrote this. I know, I’m following the trend of every blogger in the galaxy by writing about Michael Jackson, and I realize I’m doing it two days after the circus (literally) of a funeral that just went down in L.A.
Luckily I live a ways from downtown L.A. so I was able to avoid the mad swarm of infected humans congregating in that area. However, I was playing golf that day in Griffith Park with a gentlemen who had earlier attended and he said he was able to get in and out of the event in under thirty minutes. If only F.E.M.A. worked as efficiently…
I found out that Jackson died while eating dinner with my girlfriend while on vacation in Clearwater Florida. When our waitress told us, we both were like, “whoa that sucks.” And then we declined dessert. It was when we returned to where we were staying and I started noticing the effect this had on people via the interwebs. Every single Facebook, and Twitter account seemed to be riddled with MJ this, and MJ that, and it made me really concerned.
Michael Jackson was a pop singer people. He did not cure cancer, he never won a Noble Peace prize, and he certainly didn’t end our National debt. I live in the epicenter of this pandemic, and it is making me very concerned about the state of our society. There are real issues pending that could seriously complicate our freedoms, and I only wish that we as a society addressed them with half the attention as Michael Jackson’s death.
Issues like: the Amero. Goodbye borders, goodbye U.S. dollar. Hello new currency that will be worth less than the already weak American Dollar. Goodbye vitamins, they will now be considered a controlled substance and therefore given to the hands of the F.D.A., who will contract major pharmaceutical manufacturers to make synthetic vitamins infused with who knows what. Hello Mothers Act! Oh yeh, this doctor dude thinks you’re an unfit mother to be, so yeh, take these psychiatric drugs or else. Basically, democracy is on the verge on being non existent yet we are fully obsessed with an ‘icon’ who had a fucking detachable nose.
Wake up people. Yes, the guy was a mega pop star and brought great music for three decades. We should all be ashamed to let ourselves get so consumed over a man who despite his musical genius, did have some serious issues. You are all weeping a person who wanted to surgically become Diana Ross, had a pill addiction that makes Heath Ledgers cocktail look like Flinstone vitamins, dangles a new born baby from a window, and oh yeh may or may not of been a pedophile. Thumbs up to you America!
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