Michael Jackson died. This is all I’ve seen, read, heard since it happened. Many of my Facebook friends seem to be truly grieving over this. I’m still scratching my head as to why they are taking this so personally. Don’t get me wrong. I agree he was one of music’s great icons. I’m not jumping for joy over his death. I’m not so unfeeling that I don’t feel bad for his family. But I’m having a hard time understanding why people who never knew him are describing feelings associated with deep mourning.
I didn’t know the man. And while he did amazing things for the music industry I can’t help but feel as if we’re forgetting that he was beyond eccentric. This was a man who literally tried to change every bone in his face. This was a man who was accused of molesting children. This is a man who was strange to the nth degree. I find it hard to believe that so many people continued to be his loyal fans. So, excuse me if I’m having a hard time really caring that he’s gone. It’s sad for his family. To the rest of us it’s just another moment in the course of celebrity happenings. My life will go on. MJ’s death will probably not change anything in my life.
Has the news media really brain-washed so many that they’d rather obssess about the death of someone they never knew than to focus on what’s going on in Iran? Have we forgotten that our economy still sucks and our representatives in Washington can’t seem to take off their “party” hats long enough to work on a viable solution. Michael Jackson is dead. Sad, but let’s move on already, because the reality is that for most of us his death will not change much in our lives but what’s going on in Iran, North Korea, or in our own country probably will.