we've covered a lot of celebrity news lately.
yes, yes i know...the people wanna see every little detail of the last chapter of the lurid book that contained michael jackson's story. don't lie, you've been watching.
it's the dream "i gotta see that" story.
the mystery death.
the drugs.
the sex (alleged sex, ahem).
the family feud.
the creepy shots of a procession rolling down the highway in a bzarro version of the oj simpson slo-mo getaway. and inside one of the vehicles, a coffin that may contain a body or cinderblocks!
ok yes, the spellbinding talent and showmanship. there was that for sure.
but it's been nearly two weeks. enough already. there are wars going on. real people dying.
for mj's tragic upbringing early, the isolation when he got famous, then jealous scavenging later by his own family, up to and including his apparently self-destructive death (i'm looking at you joe jackson, plugging your label) i actually felt terrible for him. it's the classic rags-riches-rags story of fame. it's a good ole rock and roll flameout.
but it's becoming an ugly, self-perpetuating mess, and i blame the family. i find almost all of them mildly off-putting to outright despicable, and now that the story's basically dead, we're giving this strange brood exactly what they want. fame.
it would drive me completely stark-raving mad if it weren't for completely ridiculous things like this -- proving that yes, we are going to hell in a handbasket. but it's still absurdly amusing.
warning: the following rap tribute contains language you may find offensive. it contains a low talent threshold, which you may also find offensive. it contains a pro basketball player rapping. badly.
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