Michael Jackson gave the world the Moon Walk, “Thriller,” short pants, white socks and a sequined glove. Not only did he provide us with great music and entertainment, but he also provided the gossips with tons of fodder and juicy conjecture.
All that ended on June 25, 2009. The body that moved with the grace of liquid and a talent that seemed limitless died. Sadly he died too young. He should have had a lot more years.
I thought his life was a circus throughout his career: child molestation charges, multiple litigations, plastic surgeries gone bad, even doubt that his three children were biologically his. But since his death, the real circus has truly begun.
Within hours, vultures descended on his home searching for any valuables that could be found. His mother, within days of his death, petitioned the court to be appointed guardian of his children and control his estate. His former business partners pushed for an injunction to stop the appointment in their claim that he did have a will and left them in charge of his finances. His former wife, Debbie Rowe, wants the children, doesn’t want the children, wants the children − she just can’t decide. Was that $8.5 million that she got not enough?
There is as much scandal attached to his death as there was to his life. Even in death Jackson just can’t catch a break. The papers have invested gallons of ink, mags have printed exclusive shots of the “Gloved One” on every cover from coast to coast, including his death photos, yech − and every celebrity that ever met or talked with him has flown out of the woodwork to express their condolences along with their personal accounts. CNN has covered his death so incessantly that I think they should change their call letters to MJN, Michael Jackson News all the time. No matter what time of the day or night that I have flipped across the channel, there is that same old “Breaking News” message flashing across the screen − Jackson’s death, his finances, his autopsy results and finally the three−ringer that will be his memorial service in California. Isn’t there any other news to report on?
What happened to the country’s economic downturn, Obama’s administration, General Motors going belly up? All of the pre−death topics have receded into the abyss as Jackson’s death has taken on a life of its own and dominated the airwaves.
Not for nuthin’, but I want real news back. Yeah, I feel bad that he died. I feel bad for his children that they lost a father and I feel bad for all those folks that shelled out tons of money for a ticket to a concert that will never be.
©2009 Community News Group
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