or, Michael Jackson Is Still Dead
For the love of all that is holy, please bury the man. Have your multi-million dollar "celebration." Hell, have a parade if you want. Just please get him off my T.V. It's All Jackson All the Time, and I just can't stand it any more. Dead is dead.
There are so many more compelling stories out there. Sarah Palin just resigned from office. Isn't this a more interesting story line than the death of an alleged pedophile and so-called pop icon? Sarah fancies herself the front-runner for the 2012 Republican presidential nomination, yet if she can't stand the heat of an Alaskan kitchen, what makes anyone think she can survive the crucible of national presidential politics? If she's still considered the favorite, the Republicans are in even worse shape than we hoped.
Al Franken was just admitted to the Senate. Which is more improbable, that a former "B" grade movie star could become president, or that a Saturday Night Live comedy writer could rise to represent the good people of Minnesota in the U.S. Senate? Bill O'Rilley was absolutely apoplectic; he cites the Franken election as proof the country is in really sorry shape. Of course, Bill and his ilk have conveniently forgotten who got us into this mess.
Finally, if the Lakers and their benefactors can pay for a parade and celebration, saving the cash-strapped city of Los Angeles millions, why can't all those rich Hollywood celebrities find a way to pay for this Jackson fiasco? If I lived in L.A. County, I'd be pissed. If I were a layed-off city employee, I'd be really pissed. Moreover, in these economic times, such an ostentatious display should be an affront to the sensibilities of every Angeleno. Please make Michael Jackson go away. Now. Forever.
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