I apologize profusely to those fellow bloggers who are grieving over recent deaths in the news. You may wish to move on to a happier, less evil blog than this one today . . .
(Let me know if I say anything that offends you. I might want to offend you again later.)
If only I wasn’t a balless wonder and that was really my attitude!
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Was Michael Jackson’s life a sad one? Yes, desperately tragic. He was a psychotic egomaniac who apologized to carrots before he ate them, then (allegedly) had little boys for dessert.
He had 50 long years to deal with whatever made him hate himself so intensely that he chose to disfigure his own face and skin. FIFTY YEARS! That’s way more than a lot of people get, children with cancer or soldiers on the front line in Viet Nam or Iraq.
The man died with almost 500 million dollars worth of debt, which is utterly sickening, selfish, hideous. Self-hatred aside, he lived as if he were God, clearly believing he deserved everything created under the sun. He even believed he could buy people, as evidenced by his adventures in that arena. He bought his own children.
His voice, his dancing ability, those were GIFTS. He was not thankful.
Did he join in with Jimmy Carter & build housing for the homeless? No, he built Neverland and took rides on ferris wheels and merry-go-rounds with an ape. Fer Christ’s sake, are ya f*cking kidding me here people? He no doubt treated his monkey so much better than the abused children of the world.
How is it we as a society have come to adore these morons who drive half-million dollar cars and wear shoes that cost more than a year’s salary in a third-world country? Even as they scream their Democratic beliefs from the rooftops and insist they are humanitarians! It’s such bullsh*t!
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How many women would choose to have ass cancer if their entire lives they could look like Farrah Fawcett? A helluva lot of them, I would bet. I understand wanting to offer a bit of humanity to any other living being, but this woman had a freaking exceptional life. Heap your pity on the cleaning lady or the garbage man. Throw out an extra $20 in tips this week.
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Do I give a rat flying f*ck about a TV pitch man I never heard of, who made his fortune selling shit in infomercials on television, compared with children making trips to Disney through the Make-A-Wish Foundation, their parents dazed & confused as they try to figure out how to have FUN?!
Or the children whose fathers will never come back from Iraq?
F*CK NO!
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I have become obsessed with Facebook and so I read many, many comments a day, a good deal of them made by people I don’t know, simpletons I would never want to know. People who say things like “My childhood ended this week.”
Well, my childhood ended when my father died. He was 33. I was 10 years old and in 5th grade. What I would have given for another 17 years with him! Neither Farrah Fawcett nor Ed McMahon nor Michael Jackson had even an ounce of impact upon my life then or now.
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Years ago I wanted to get my master’s degree and become a therapist. Then on reality TV the other day I observed a woman completely lose it, sobbing in agony, the kind of pain I feel regarding my father. I wanted to peel my skin off with a dull carrot peeler rather than observe the expression of that kind of agony.
It was a bonus moment. I realized I saved about $60,000 since I would never have been able to use the therapist’s license if people dared express that kind of agony in front of me.
And that is why I can’t bear people expressing supposed grief over famous figures who don’t really touch their lives in any way compared to loved ones who die and rip your heart out. It so totally denigrates the kind of pain a daughter has when she loses her father at the age of 10, the kind of pain everyone has at some point in their lives, the kind that is real.
It makes my heart hurt, too, just thinking of my blog roll and things people have suffered silently — and still do — with little or no sympathy sent their way. Just know I’m thinking of you.
There is plenty of agony in life. Don’t take a share that doesn’t belong to you.
June 29, 2009 at 10:23 pm
See, couldn’t wait. File wasn’t done anyway.
Agree 100%. People, generally speaking…suck! Myself included on occasion.
Therapist (“The-Rapist”)…always made me leery.
June 29, 2009 at 10:30 pm
Pammy, I am so sorry for all the pain you still feel for your dear dad.
You are so right. I heard of Jackson’s death, thought about him for about 2 seconds, and then every time I turned on the tv there was his weird -ass face over and over until I wanted to shoot the damned tv set!
Farrah, darlin’ , sorry you’re dead but beautiful people die every day, some of them more beautiful on the inside than you ever were on the outside but they aren’t being made into icons.
I actually didn’t know about McMahon because I stopped watching the news a couple of days ago in disgust.
Well said, my dear. You sometimes take the words right out of my mouth.
June 30, 2009 at 6:02 am
I think (because I can’t figure out any other reason) that people must displace a lot of accumulated crap onto celebrities – grief, hopes, dreams. I don’t even understand why people get upset when their sports team loses. I kinda understand why people feel sad about the death of an artist (or even celebrity). For a moment or two. Oh darn, I like that music and what a pitiful waste, etc etc. But like you say it has so little personal impact. It’s so theoretical. And the media whip it up. The death of a parent hits the guts. Maybe even for those who cry over MJ, they know the difference, that it’s a momentary emotional reaction for whatever reason, and it’s the media who focus on it in such a way to make it seem dramatic.
At the moment I’m more worried about Iran.
June 30, 2009 at 9:30 am
I think people are fascinated with celebrities because they want to get away with wiping their asses on money, and on other people. I liked his music, but as a person, he could have been so much more. He had that kind of influence that he could have inspired a lot his fans to do good things. Instead he used his powers for evil. Bwahahaha or whatever. And I totally think you are spot on that he mutilated himself out of self hatred.
June 30, 2009 at 11:23 am
Yep, I said pretty much the same thing. People crying in the streets over that freak made me stop watching TV days ago.
I think people do this public mourning over famous people because they want attention, plain and simple. Before the media scum took over and slimed the world, none of this went on.
June 30, 2009 at 1:13 pm
What about the neighbor’s tiny dog that got chewed up by two pit bulls?
Does that get a tear from me?
June 30, 2009 at 2:35 pm
Wait, MJ is dead?
I thought I replied to this before! I thought it was hilarious! You kill me:) ROFL
June 30, 2009 at 9:06 pm
nicely put.
July 1, 2009 at 1:23 am
Amen! I think there are quite a few people that feel this way but not many are voicing it.
While I think it is sad for their loved ones who lost them, I don’t think their dying, is any more tragic then anyone else’s. I do not understand the hysteria over these people dying. I don’t get how people are falling apart over people they didn’t even know.
I’m sorry you lost your dad at such a young age.
July 3, 2009 at 1:44 am
DUDE! I totally know, and I completely agree. Thank the lord I’m not the only one who has a working brain and has eyes who can see it like it is. I mean wtf? Really, what did any of them do for me? Give me a head ache? check. Make me laugh at them? check. Other than that— I think the world is better now that they’re gone.
Ah, I love it when people agree with me:) LOL Thanks for commenting!