Michael Jackson

I'm a little miffed because the Philadelphia Examiner articles on Michael Jackson are getting more hits than my pithy little piece on today's Tour Stage. Or should I say more hits than Jackson had on little kids?

Too soon?

I enjoyed a lovely ride in the Wiss today with Frankie and Jess, both of whom were saddened by the pop singer's loss. I admitted I didn't get it and held my tongue. Shut up, I can keep quiet sometimes.This Jackson thing reminds me of the great Red State / Blue state divide which I wouldn't even notice if the media hadn't invented it. lt was interesting hearing Frankie and Jess's opinions on Jackson and his importance in the grand scheme of things. I respect what they had to say, and feel a little bit better about the collective madness.

Why can't we all just get along?

The way I see it, there are several camps:

1) MJ is God
2) MJ invented the 80's
3) MJ is an alien (he is a Jehovah's Witness. Fucker's lucky he never knocked on my door).
4) MJ is a sad, twisted talented individual who suffered at the hands of an abusive father, corrupt record industry, bizarre religion, and who knows what other psyho-sexual impairments.

Tito, get me a tissue.

I have a few questions:

Who lets their kid have a sleepover with a grown man?
Who watches a friend with millions of dollars fall into a drug-induced stupor over time rather than sending him to rehab?
Am I the only person on the planet who did not own Thriller?
How is California going to pay for the funeral?

OK, that's all. RIP.