Guess what? Michael Jackson's dead! Who knew? Who cares? I don't, but apparently thousands of people do. Tons of them have taken to the streets in Los Angeles to weep and moonwalk in celebration of the anniversary of his death. Gah. Last night a bunch of them gathered around the wrong Michael Jackson star on the Hollywood Walk-of-
Shame Fame. Yeah, there's more than one Michael Jackson in the entertainment industry you morons.
I'll grant ya, the man (boy, pixie, carnival act) was a fairly decent artist. Not my kind of music, but hey I don't like The Beatles either, so what do I know, right? What I do know is that Michael Jackson was not, I repeat, was not a freakin' saint.
For most of his adult life he was plagued, and I would suspect with good reason, with rumors, innuendos, and criminal charges for behaving inappropriately with children. I don't care that he was never convicted, as far as I'm concerned where there's smoke and out of court settlements, there's fire. Dying doesn't wipe that slate clean, and it doesn't entitle you to a halo and saint hood.
So to the lunatics gathered in the streets of Los Angeles today I say "Get your pathetic, crying, glove wearing, Michael Jackson was a martyr loving asses out of the street. You're blocking traffic."