fedup

Is there something wrong with me? There must be, for I am completely fed up with the maudlin maundering over the death of Michael Jackson.
He was an extraordinarily gifted kid who made a vast fortune with a unique style of music/dance that uncounted millions of fans came to treasure, came to treasure and celebrate while ignoring a side of Michael that wasn't so pretty.
He was a hop-head, of course, to use a blunt old term. And while I don't suggest he be harshly condemned for becoming an addict -- it's a tragically common weakness -- it doesn't make him a model for adoring fans, particularly the young, to emulate.
And his relationships with other people's children -- young boys, taken to his bed -- are something else entirely. Though he was acquitted a few years ago of serious criminal charges, he publicly admitted and vigorously defended sharing his bed with many children other than his own. Why?
On the occasion of his death, like the best and worst of us, he was entitled to a certain period of respect. Not day after day of blaring media sentimentality.