Again I come to that time of the week where I feel the need to write something pithy, meaningful, or insightful.
I usually end up with drivel, but I plug away. I don’t really to this for others, I do it for me. That way I only have to satisfy my harshest critic: Myself. I feel that there is a place in this world for more drivel.
And in the NEWS….
I am not happy with the media’s fascination with ‘The Gloved One’ taking the final moon walk. They are following his every move after he is dead. How challenging. I was never a great fan, but I think that now that he is passed we might just try to show more respect than postmortem idol worship and morbid obsession.
Any way you look at him, he was damaged. Whether by fame, gender dysfunction, abusive parents, an imagined excess of melanin in his skin, or being just fucked up, he was obviously not normal. Now he is not alive and he will remain that way.
“Birth is the original terminal disease.” – Me
I say let’s let the poor damaged bastard rest in peace and move on with OUR lives instead of reliving the highs and lows of his life.
We also seem obsessed with Iran and the election and following protests. I think we all know what is going to happen. Why are we so fascinated in seeing the obvious come about? Let’s have a daily news story about the sun coming up or going down to make us feel informed.
On that note; go to this site. It is very informative and presses the point to places even I never went.
http://www.dhmo.org/facts.html
So says the Troll.
