millions cried

millions cried for the dead black man with white skin. the sharp one told mj's kids "there was nothing strange about their father." well, there was something strange about that comment. mariah carey sounded as if it was her funeral. they told us, by way of excuse, that she didn't rehearse, but i don't rehearse either before belting it out in the shower, and i even hit a correct note or two. jermaine jackson sang smile, which made me laugh. lionel ritchie again confirmed why i call him lionel bitchie. berry gordy once again demonstrated the biggest ego in the western world. at least he mentioned jackie wilson. queen latifah (hey, this isn't a monarchy!) read a poem by maya angelou, but i suspected it was written by a seven year old. brooke shields told us that michael is "undoubtedly smiling down on us from some crescent moon." perhaps, but i think there is some room for doubt about that.

and then, at the end, the daughter came to the mike. sadly, it wasn't mike jackson. she cried, and told us he was the greatest dad in the world, but at her age, it's hard to imagine that she has met every dad in the world. this display made us care and cry. it humanized mj. yes, a child losing her father is indeed a sad story. unless the child is afghani or iraqi or pakistani. if the child is made an orphan by our bombs, it is no concern. if a parent dies who didn't invent the moonwalk, then fuck their children. for you see, those tens of thousands of iraqi orphans had parents who wore two gloves, who never sold 26 million records, and weren't constantly grabbing their crotch. (at least not on stage.) these dead parents died the same color as they were born, and most were never charged with child molestation. and unlike mj, the u.s. government told them to beat it.

so, you see, this whole concern for cute children crap is rather selective. for, as we cry for blanket, many children go to bed without one, because they don't have the peanuts required to get one. selective compassion for the children of the famous doesn't impress me. and where will that compassion be next week? truth is, we don't give a shit about this child.

it just makes us feel good to think that we do. meanwhile, the orphans pile up, thanks to our wars and economic policies.

makes you think. at least until the ballgame comes on.

or until the next celebrity dies.