Dust to Dust

I deliberately do not invest a great deal of time here on the dead, because I know too many living people are connected to Charlton Heston's famous line in Will Penny, "Yeah but how was the good old boy really before he bucked out and a horse broke his neck".
I prefer my heroes dead as they are no longer alive to disappoint.

I wouldn't waste space on this blog talking about Michael Jackson, as at the very least he was an odd ball who didn't understand adults should never cross the boundary of sleeping with children as some jerk is always going to roll over and want a cuddle with Brian Williams later for advice.
What I found interesting though was Charlie Gibson almost bawling in a too long eulogy, in too many too long eulogies about a guy who was phobic about being black and had about an 8th grade talent in music and dance.

I'm reminded of Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys, who had a few Charlie Manson problems of his own, who was always confused about the Beatles appeal as their music was quite rudimentary and showed little talent.
Wilson like the Beach Boys crafted some very semi complex records and were never celebrated the way the Beatles were fainted over. That puzzled him as it does me, unless it was as it has been said that John Lennon sold his soul to the devil like Faust.

I downloaded a year ago some of Jackson's greatest hits and was astonished in hearing them again how really one dimensional and not very good they are. Some artists music is timeless as I was picking apart Nancy Sinatra's These Boots are Made of Walking recently and was impressed how good the riffs and arrangement were.
There were allot of very talented people like in bands as the Turtles of the 1960's who never had the acclaim they should have. They were 1000 times better than what Michael Jackson ever produced, and in that, Billy Squier, produced work which was a million times better than pop rock Jackson.
All it proves is a bunch of coke and dope head children with a great deal of Reagan expansion money with no ear for music, but a great deal of bling for hype propelled Jackson to stardom and his death.

In many ways Jackson died the way a great many black men die by heart attack at age 50. Perhaps that is why Charlie Gibson was looking so sad, in he was not worried about Mike Jackson, but about Barry Obama.

Perhaps it is like the blacklash, in everything from toothpaste to news now has to have a black face selling something as liberals all think if Obama sold, they can make a billion off of no name and no talent products by sticking a black person in the ad, but I find it disgraceful in the way Jackson is being black bawled over and a hero like Ed McMahon, who was a Veteran of the US military and a war hero, barely received any attention at all.
Farah Faucet who had her ups and downs as a straight woman, also had her moment, but Drudge was sirens over Michael Jackson.

Death always does amaze me as I had two people die this past week I knew and no one but their families cared. One was a favorite of mine as he was old as Moses and had these wonderful one cylinder engines that would pop along.......the SAME engines of 100 years ago that if Birdie Obama simply mandated their use in special circumstances using flywheel technology could produce loads of cheap electricity. I digress, but I liked this old guy who was quite youthful at 80 when I first met him and we shared a Baby Ruth candy bar on a warm summer day at a parade.

The meaning of his passing meant more to me than all of the Hollywood stars who posted it, but where Mr. McMahon for his constant place on television should have had a special, he was buried quick as Michael Jackson is the new play toy of the Obama media who are apparently upset in wondering if that tan guy in the White House with his twitches and other maladies, perhaps should have checked into Bethesda for a full battery of tests, as I don't think Charlie Gibson dragging along behind a casket, crying and wailing will look very good to Dana Milbank who has a problem with public whoring.

In any event, I hope all of the above got right with Jesus before the lights went out as all the fame, money and pretty here is here........and over there, it is a different set of rules in Spiritual growth, caring and goodness which makes one noteworthy.

Oh well, some one's pet died today which made them more sad than most humans living or most humans dying.
Some people have real things touch their lives to care about and some people are touched in the head caring about things which have no idea they even exist.

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