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Sunday, June 28, 2009

Sudden Sainthood

Something very conspicuous and strange that I noticed following the death of Michael Jackson is the strange fact that prior to his death, he was mocked and made fun of for obvious reasons; allegations had been made against him that he had molested a few children, and following a high-profile court appearance, the allegations were laid down due to the obvious fact that he payed off those who had charged him of the offence in the first place.
Now, due to the fact that he's dead, all of a sudden he's an international saint, and everyone seems to want everyone else to forget what bad things he may have done over the course of his life, as twisted, sick, ignorant, and inappropriate as they were.
I do agree that he should be treated with respect for every good thing he accomplished during his time on Earth, but the bad things shouldn't go ignored.

What about every other decent person that lost their lives that same day? Why does no legion of fans and followers sit out in front of the hospitals they're being held at and mourn there passing? Why do you need to earn something of that nature by making repetitive, droning music?
Sure, I respect what that music lead to, and what that music meant to certain people, and in essence I guess I respect that music, but I don't enjoy it even in the slightest.

So, Michael Jackson, I'm sorry that you're dead, and I'm sad... not because you're dead, but because you never gave us a chance to discover the truth about whether you molested those children or not. If you did, then you should have stood up and taken responsibility. If not, you should have just gone through with the court proceedings and proven that you were indeed innocent.
Now, you've died and left us in the dark, and due to this, many people will love you for years to come, many people will remember you, but many people will wonder about the truth, and will judge on either one side of that unknown truth or the other, and as such, you will remain the butt of many jokes of the future, and you will remain an icon of celebrity child molestation.
Sorry, but you probably should have considered those consequences at the right time; now you're gone forever.

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