Goddamn I hate this country.
Smokey Robinson reading a statement from Nelson Mandela. The "I didn't think we were gonna get to see the corpse, but we did" gold casket buzz. The celebrities hanging around like they just showed up to the Grammy's and really needed the bump in album sales next week. The maudlin performances of Jackson hits with famous singers punctuating every line they sung with a look of "I just sang the most meaningful, touching, and important line IN HISTORY" appearing on their faces. The endless stories from people who knew him who want us to know that, no seriously, he was a normal human being at some point. Al Sharpton calling for a national day of mourning. A bankrupt city in a bankrupt state where the Governor is handing out Arnold funbucks and ball & paddle games in lieu of pay, shelling out upwards of $4 million (and climbing) to pay for this circus. I'm sure it'll end with Joe Jackson running out, plugging his new record label, and then announcing he'd set up a kiosk outside where he was going to sell vials of MJ's ground up bones as a surefire cure for erectile dysfunction.
Take note America, this is how you gloss over two decades of child rape, seclusion, baby buying, child dangling, bankruptcy, and emergence as a walking punchline. By pretending he died a week after Dangerous came out. Which was when the rape allegations started up, so that's about right.
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