You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy!
Celebrity deaths and the way it’s covered.
They say that death comes in threes
Farrah Fawcett dies in the morning.
Michael Jackson dies by mid day.
By this evening, potentially erroneous TWITTER and FACEBOOK entries have Jeff Goldbloom dying in New Zealand from a fall.
Even if Godlbloom is not dead, Ed McMahon most certainly is, dying the day before.
As I sit here breathing in all this celebrity death, I am watching FOX. There is no health care. There is no war in Iraq. There is no mention of dissension in Iran. The happiest man in the world, that would be Governor Sanford who was the topic of discussion over bagels and coffee, and now he is not even a crawl at the bottom of the screen.
The obsessed media is obsessing and his name is Michael Jackson. CNN and FOX are balls to the wall with coverage. I switched to MTV and old MTV VJ’s are reminiscing about the King of Pop.
They have raided the video vaults and scooped up all the footage of Jackson available.
Get it on the air!
Like projectile vomit it splashes across the plasma of my life.
They are showing clips from the Ed Sullivan show when the King was a kid with a purple pimp hat in the Jackson Five. They are showing clips from Thriller when the King was a Zombie and he was the biggest pop icon since Elvis. The video shows an aging white faced King of Pop in a court room, accused of child abuse, looking a lot like the Joker in Batman the Dark Knight.
How did he die? How will he be remembered? Should we mourn publicly. Will he be celebrated for his talent or his bizarre theater of the absurd.
That’s a personal choice.
But for me, even in death, Farrah Fawcett got screwed today.
She was easily the sexiest woman of the late 70’s and early 80’s. Her poster in that burnt orange one piece bathing suit was a staple in every young boy’s dreams.
Her smile was inviting. Her eyes were piercing and blue. Her curly blonde hair was the stuff of legends, prompting a legion of young women to get the Farrah hairdo.
She was a cultural icon who like Jackson died too soon.
What’s crazy is, her death, at least as far as the Networks were concerned, was over by noon.
Not in my book.
here’s to the hottest angel ever, now resting in a better place.