I had no reason nor any desire to write about the late Michael Jackson.
The commotion after his death is a sad commentary on our fetish with idolizing a popular figure posthumously on their merits, we’ve convinced ourselves, even though those merits are the same after death as they were in life.
I saw on the news today a contest for a Michael Jackson Thriller look-a-like / dance-a-like contest. Kids who weren’t even alive when Michael Jackson was on top were showing their moves. Impressive and to be commended, certainly.
Perhaps this time we’ll listen, appreciate and think twice about our slander and jokes while the artist is still alive.
It is told that Michael lived a sad, lonely life on top. Selah.