A big boil on the backside of the nation has just been lanced!
“Death of a disgusting pervert.....”
He's DEAD Jim.
Hey, I thought this was about Jeff Goldblum.
Linky Thing: to the quote below
He is dead at the age of 50. He had everything the world offered--but no Jesus.
I remember once looking at the liner notes from an album of his, and he quoted the final lines from William Ernest Henley's famous poem, Invictus:
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Those are not the words you want written on your tombstone.
It is hard to think of a sadder public figure in recent years. A black man who never found his identity as one created in God's image, and who never experienced the identity of being conformed to the image of Christ. Black and white, male and female, rich and bankrupt, genius and punchline, private and public, innocent and deceptive--everything seemed to be jumbled up.
The one thing that comes to mind about Jackson is how bad he was at hiding his brokenness. Even while living in a literal fantasy land, it was obvious to everyone that this was a person--enormously gifted--desperately seeking a mask to cover, in futility, who he was.
May God use even this to increase our compassion and ministry to the lost, broken, and confused.
and ... from Andrew Sullivan:
There are two things to say about him. He was a musical genius; and he was an abused child. By abuse, I do not mean sexual abuse; I mean he was used brutally and callously for money, and clearly imprisoned by a tyrannical father. He had no real childhood and spent much of his later life struggling to get one. He was spiritually and psychologically raped at a very early age - and never recovered. Watching him change his race, his age, and almost his gender, you saw a tortured soul seeking what the rest of us take for granted: a normal life.
But he had no compass to find one; no real friends to support and advise him; and money and fame imprisoned him in the delusions of narcissism and self-indulgence. Of course, he bears responsibility for his bizarre life. But the damage done to him by his own family and then by all those motivated more by money and power than by faith and love was irreparable in the end. He died a while ago. He remained for so long a walking human shell.
I loved his music. His young voice was almost a miracle, his poise in retrospect eery, his joy, tempered by pain, often unbearably uplifting. He made the greatest music video of all time; and he made some of the greatest records of all time. He was everything our culture worships; and yet he was obviously desperately unhappy, tortured, afraid and alone.
I grieve for him; but I also grieve for the culture that created and destroyed him. That culture is ours' and it is a lethal and brutal one: with fame and celebrity as its core values, with money as its sole motive, it chewed this child up and spat him out.
This is no longer Breaking News.
He’s dead, Jim.
I think we ought to be praying for him.
How many “breaking news” stories does FR need about this individual who slept with little boys and dressed up like a woman? I think we should focus on political matters.
"Morphine" Featuring Brad Buxer, Bill Bottrell, & Jon Mooney. Written and Composed by Michael Jackson.
He got flat baby
Kick in the back baby
A heart attack baby
I need your body
A hot kiss honey
He's just a bitch baby
You make me sick baby
So unrelying
I'm such a swine baby
All down the line daddy
I hate your kind baby
So unreliable
A hot buzz baby
He's one of us baby
Another drug baby
You so desire
Trust in me
Trust in me
Put all your trust in me
You're doin' morphine
Hoo!
They got place baby
Kicked in the face baby
You hate your race baby
You're just a liar
Your every lick baby
Your dog's a bitch baby
You make me sick baby
You soul survivor
She never cut from me
She never cut baby
I had to work baby
You just a rival
Always to please daddy
Right up and leave daddy
You're throwing shame daddy
So undesirable
Trust in me
Just in me
Put all your trust in me
You're doin' morphine
Go'on babe
Relax
This won't hurt you
Before I put it in
Close your eyes and count to ten
Don't cry
I won't convert you
There's no need to dismay
Close your eyes and drift away
Demerol
Demerol
Oh God he's taking Demerol
Demerol
Demerol
Oh God he's taking Demerol
He's tried
Hard to convince her
To be over what he had
Today he wants it twice as bad
Don't cry
I won't resent you
Yesterday you had his trust
Today he's taking twice as much
Demerol
Demerol
Oh God he's taking Demerol
Hee-hee-hee
Demerol
Demerol
Oh my Oh God it's Demerol
Hee
Oooh
Oh!
He got shit baby
Your dog's a bitch baby
You make me sick baby
You are a liar
Is truth a game daddy
To win the fame baby
It's all the same baby
You're so reliable
Trust in me
Trust in me
Put all your trust in me
She's doin' morphine
Hoo!
You just sit around just talkin' nothing
You're takin' morphine
Hoo!
Go'on baby
You just sit around just talking about it
You're takin' morphine
Hoo-hoo!
Just sit around just talking nothing about it
You're takin' morphine
You just sit around just talking about it
You're taking morphine
You just sit around just talkin' nothin'
And takin' morphine
Hoo-hoo
I'm going down baby
You're talkin' Morphine
Go'on baby!
Hoo!
Hoo!
Morphine!
Do it!
Hoo!
He's takin' morphine
Morphine!
Morphine!
...deadophile...
Enough already on MJ, his death is minor news in the big scheme of things.
There’s a reason Michael never got around to hiring dancers and choreographers, and had done no serious rehearsing. It is because he “knew” the comeback concerts were not going to happen. He unconsciously realized that his end was near.
Come to think of it, they do have the need to be in front of the cameras in common...
Still dead?
When sports stars, movie stars, music stars, and other entertainers die, there is always a media rush to assume the posthumous fellatory position. I understand the media derives a great deal of its viewership (and thus advertising revenue) from excessive coverage of such individuals of dubious consequence, and I understand that this derives largely from the fact that people in general have a sick need to manufacture false heroes, from the stable of vapid performers especially. Which in of itself is a pity, given the plethora of real historical heroes drawn from the ranks of warriors, scientists, great political leaders, philosophers, those martyred (or nearly so) in defense of truth or liberty, and others whose contributions amount to more than base diversion of the unwashed.
A man died, and as when almost any other individual dies, yes that is grounds for sadness. IMO, no individual, in his or her capacity as an entertainer alone, has in history warranted the sort of gratuitous displays of mourning that typically accompany their deaths.
I know the typical responses to what I wrote - apparently it is cold and heartless to afford equal or greater value to celebration of the lives and mourning for the loss of the “nobodies” listed in the local obits. Find better heroes.
Death is the great equalizer....the rich and famous and the not so rich and unknown all die. Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson have all left their marks in pop culture. RIP.
When a child molester dances and sings and wears exotic clothing, the world breaks down and cries when he passes.
The world is a canting hypocrite.
If anyone ever needed more reason to scorn the secular world and its deranged set of values, pay close attention to the circus which is now unfolding and which will continue for far too long into the foreseeable future.
Jackson was a sad, pathetic figure, blessed with a particular musical gift by reason of which, the world allowed him to commit blue murder. "We loooove you Michael......"
In case anyone is inclined to accuse me of hatred, this is not a rant directed at Jackson whom I commend to the mercy of Almighty God. May he rest in peace.
Rather, it is directed at the spiritual flatliners, Generation X cretins and sundry other vacuous humanoids who have no other point of reference save their iPods, MTV and their genital urges.
This is going to be worse than the fallout from Elvis' demise.
Icon of what exactly?