Much Ado about Not Much 1
A bus passenger received a text message about the death of Michael Jackson and read it aloud. Then . . .
It said the last remark enraged another passenger, Henry Wideman, who started a swearing match with Kiernan, then pulled out a knife and chased Kiernan down the aisle with it.
Frankly, I have had it with this subject.
Michael Jackson was a good singer and dancer, a nutcase through no fault of his own, and possibly dangerous to himself and others, but, from the press and blog reaction, you would think he was the reincarnation of Bach, Beethoven, Verdi, the Beatles, Bill Haley and Comets, Galileo, Dante, Shakespeare, Benny Goodman, John Phillip Sousa, Sarah Bernhardt, and E. T. the Extra-Terrestial all in one package.
He was not.
Well, maybe E. T. and Sarah Bernhardt.
June 27, 2009 at 9:02 pm
I think you’re pretty close with E. T.
I was never a Michael Jackson fan. I did not care for him as the singing, dancing little kid fronting for the Jackson 5 to the surreal being he became later in life. He had some talent. Thriller was mildly entertaining and the video was well done (although I prefer Weird Al’s Eat It to MJ’s Beat It).
On Friday I heard an ‘expert’ on the radio call him “…the world’s greatest entertainer…” Apparently, I’m from a different world. I’ll take the Moody Blues any day. Heck, I’ll take Neil Diamond any day.
I’ve decided that I’m pretty much out of touch with things. It’s sad he died – some folks will miss him. But “Breaking News” coverage with camera shots of the police cars blocking the streets outside the LA hospital and people on the street crying? You’d think someone really important had died. But what can I say, I never got all the Princess Diana stuff either…