And what the hell is up with the Steve McNair thing? I guess his girlfriend got pissed because he wouldn’t leave his wife for her…So she shot him…Four times…And then shot herself…As if when they get to Heaven or Hell (or wherever people who break the Ten Commandments go when they die) Steve’s gonna be like “OK, because you shot us, and my wife isn’t here, I guess we can be together”…Bitch had a condo he was leasing for her and probably a sweet car and an unlimited allowance…but she couldn’t handle it and wanted his heart too…How come Pac Man Jones and Michael Vick don’t date chiks like this?
Now that I got that off my chest, here’s the real story I wanna tell…One night over the long 4th of July weekend I found myself in a conversation that found it’s way to talking about the recent string of celebrity deaths…Somebody threw in their worthless two cents and said “I know man, I still can’t believe Michael is gone. I still get blurry eyed every time I hear about it. I grew up listening to him”
I admit to being very drunk all weekend, but I’m being clear about what I heard…I threw back some beer and asked the person “Were you and Michael close?”…It turns out they weren’t…I then asked why he was taking it so hard and also told him Michael Jackson wouldn’t feel the same way if the situation was vice versa…I told him I grew up listening to Michael too and I was stunned and interested at first also…For like a day, then I moved on.
I wasn’t sure if this guy was just trying to be ‘that guy’ and wanted people to know he’s up on current events and he’s affected by things, blah blah blah…But that wasn’t the case…He’s just one of an alarmingly growing number of people in their late twenties who are so caught up in the lives of celebrities that they can’t live their own meaningless lives…It’s one thing when teens and young adults can’t distinguish their own life from Paris Hilton’s but when you’ve grown up and developed the ability to think for yourself, then it’s sad when you still let the media dictate your feelings toward things…By getting worked up over the death of a man he never met, a man whose great career has been over shadowed by pedophilia, it proves that he hasn’t quite figured out that real life and celebrity are two very seperate things.
I know death is inevitable, and when celebrities die it’s a microcosm of life and death that so-called normal people see everyday…And, the public gets a wake-up call from reality that nobody is immortal…But in death, just like in life, the American sheep, er, I mean public care way too much about people who could give two poops about them…Do you think if Michael Jackson was alive and Joe Everyman, a deli owner let’s just say, died suddenly and tragically, that Michael would see it the news and say “Oh no! Not Joe Everyman, he was about to make his comeback with a new and improved steak bomb sub, he was too young, it’s such a tragedy”? No, he wouldn’t care…So why does the public put so much into these celebrities? Because they are tragedies?
Ofcourse they are tragedies! It’s tragic anytime somebody under the age of eighty-fuckin-five dies…I drove past a horrific four-car accident the other night where a nine-teen year old got decapitated…That’s way more tragic than a fifty year old pedophile overdosing and it barely made the local paper…I mean, I liked Michael, but shit happens man.
Look, I’m biased because when I see people get overly-wrapped up in celebrity gossip and scandal, I cringe and snarl Like Eastwood in “Gran Torino”…I just don’t care who Bret Michaels picks on this season’s “Rock Of Love” or who Britney’s dating now, or how many orphans Angelina Jolie is breat-feeding…It’s mind-numbing…And that’s what the past few weeks have been…Mind-numbing…Celebrities die, tragically at times…But chances are, we don’t know them…It’s tragic, it’s awful, but it’s life and it has nothing to do with you…Don’t take it personal
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