Friday, June 25, 2010

Remembering Michael Jackson

I’m just taking this day to remember Michael Jackson, and what an accomplished child molester he was. I’m taking the day to reflect on this and remember his contributions to the long tradition of pederasty and child abuse in Western civilization because everyone seems to want me to forget it today.

Well, fat chance America.

Just calling Michael Jackson a great entertainer and the ‘King of Pop’ makes about as much sense now as just referring to Charlie Manson as a singer songwriter.

Jackson is dead. He clearly had no easy life despite his wealth and fame, but sorry, none of the counter rationalizations about racism, even his own personal history of mental and physical abuse at the hands of his own father can erase the fact that Michael Jackson was a devoted molester of children. The attempts to soften or obfuscate the magnitude of Jackson’s pedophilia with charges and excuses of pervasive racist persecution or ongoing homophobia suffered by Jackson are just panicked reactionary defenses from fans. Nobody on Earth needs to have Michael Jackson explained to them: he tried to run hard and fast from his ‘blackness’ with every surgical trick he could buy, (and he had a lot of money). Jackson was not Gay, he never had a romantic relationship with any adult that was more than a contrived PR stunt. For the record, Gays engage in relationships with consenting adults, they are not interested in children, therefore Michael Jackson was not Gay. He was a persistent and dedicated predator of children who had to leave the country for a time in order to continue being an out of control weirdo. None of his gold records can erase that fact.

I have no problem saying that Michael Jackson was one of the most talented singer songwriters and entertainers I’ve ever seen. -I also have no problem saying that he was a monster in the same breath.

I have no problem saying Michael Jackson was an unrepentant sexual predator of children who just happened to be a great entertainer anymore than I would have trouble saying:

Robert Blake is a liar who shot his wife to death, who happens to be an actor.
Roman Polanski drugged and raped a 12 year old girl, and happens to have made some really great movies.
OJ Simpson was one of the greatest running backs to ever play in the NFL, and also happens to have murdered two people.
Woody Allen is still married to his daughter, and happens to have made some great movies.
Mel Gibson is a raging anti-Semite and happens to have made a few great movies.
Matthew Broderick killed two people in Ireland.

I don’t know why we have such a tough time as a country accepting that accomplished, talented people can be entirely awful, shitty human beings.
It’s childish.
It’s what’s at the heart of our persecution of politicians for extramarital affairs. Frankly, I couldn’t give a shit if Mark Sanford cheated on his wife with some Argentinean piece of ass, and neither should anyone else who actually cares about their government and country. The issue is that he probably traveled to fuck her with tax payer dollars, -or- hey, how about judging Sanford on his actual record (which is reason enough actually) and not feigning outrage just because he happens to be a Republican (but in this case a hypocrite which is a legitimate reason to pillory any politician who runs on “family values.”)

We can’t separate who someone is, from what wrongs they have done, or use one quality to negate another in considering the character and worth of our elected leaders and cultural icons.

So remember Michael Jackson for who he was: a drug addled, pill popping child molester, and the man who hadn’t made a good record since 1983’s Thriller and not what he died as, -a fondly remembered entertainer excused by all his adoring fans for all his trespasses against the most defenseless among us: children.

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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

It Is Alive!

Since I have been unable to come up with a topic to post about and I'm pretty sure that no one reads this blog anymore, I think I'll just go back to putting up some random thoughts from time to time. Today's Random Thought is that Born to Run, by Bruce Springsteen, is probably the most perfect rock and roll song I've ever heard. It's about desperation, urgency, love, rebellion, and ultimately about escaping the bonds of complacency and reaching for a dream. All are themes that rock and roll are built on, but I think this one does the best of putting them all together. There's a great sax solo and an iconic guitar solo to boot. I know they put Chuck Berry on the disc that they included on the Voyager,(and is now sailing somewhere through the Milky Way)as an example of Rock and roll music, but I would have chosen this one as the best example of the art form. Just my opinion and my random thought for today.
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