Written by So Thursday June 25th became the day that Michael Jackson died. I started seeing the reports on Twitter and took it with a pinch of salt after all the rumours of Patrick Swayze’s death. Today has been full of people spouting on about how great he was – he hasn’t released any decent music since Bad and that was 20 odd years ago…how can he STILL be regarded the King of Pop?
Poor Farrah Fawcet also died yesterday, but you wouldn’t know it as all coverage has been about MJ. In fact, as one twitter put it, it’s a good job he didn’t die on the 26th December 2004 – 59 minutes of MJ…and in other news a large wave was reported in the Indian Ocean. A bit of perspective from the media would be good. Yes it’s sad, but that’s it. It’s sad when anyone dies.
And why has everyone seemed to have forgotten about the ‘other’ side of him…the side that, ahem, liked kids. The only difference between him and Gary Glitter is that MJ was never convicted – he had enough money to pay his accusers off.
In summary, in his day he was a good entertainer, but his day was really 30 years ago, and he has been tainted by the other stuff in his life and everything maketh the man – you can’t choose to celebrate one side and ignore the other. What message does that send out to the world?
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