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I have not seen such menace and hate against Michael since the 2005 trial, every day after the vrdict it becomes worse, is a bad mutated virus and WE must destroy it ! I am very very aggitated and depressed since yesterday this is gone too far, once Murray docu, then Stupid Kurt Loder, now this ....
http://williamsblog.dailymail.co.uk/2011/11/michael-jackson-the-show-goes-on.html
[h=2]08 November 2011 5:01 PM[/h] [h=3]Michael Jackson: the show goes on[/h] Michael Jackson was one of the more grotesque figures to attain public prominence in the late 20th century. His face gave plastic surgery a bad name and his antic japes with apes offered a bizarre spectacle. Anthropologically speaking Jackson belonged to a new type of human being- the 'child-man' who could be seen in so many areas of day-to-day life from the 1980s onwards.
Child-men chose immaturity and scorned the responsibilities of adulthood. Magazines catered to their interests in sport and fashion. Child-men were drunk most of the time and in Britain they embraced the culture of ladishness. Those whom they impregnated were often known as 'ladettes', and child-men specimens felt able to sustain their mode of life until well into their thirties.
Jackson squandered a vast fortune- child-men should really be denied cheque books and bank accounts. But there was still enough money left to allow him to remain a child-man until the day of his death at the beginning of Jackson's sixth decade on earth. He can now be imagined cavorting in the empyrean, his whining singing voice being complemented by the strident tones of Judy Garland- the perfect child-woman- and offering thereby a grimly dissonant fugue and variation on the theme of running away from being grown up.
Death of course could not deny the 'world wide' Michael Jackson fan club the delight of continued 'abide with me' sensationalism. The best was yet to be- a show trial which would offer to the world evidence that this salvationist figure had indeed been murdered. And so-two years after Jackson's death- it came to pass and judgement was delivered on Jackson's doctor, Conrad Murray.
From September onwards the Los Angeles court room heard evidence from the prosecution and very little defence of Murray who seems to have been stunned into defeatism. A Michael Jackson fan in a rage is not a pretty sight- as the ghastly scenes on the streets outside the courthouse demonstrated. Jubilation, screams, tears, and wild-eyed rapture greeted the news that Murray had been found guilty. Child-men and child-women scorn reason, syntax and self-control- and in this respect Jackson's followers imitate his chosen and pathetic mode of being.
But if conclusive proof was ever needed that cameras should not be allowed into courts of law that courtroom supplied it in spades. The idea that television can ever be a neutral recording of 'what really happened' is a complete myth. Cameras always change human behaviour either consciously or sub-consciously- which is why documentary programmes can never be really 'factual'. The joke in the phrase 'reality television' lies in the adjective. And so the L.A. court heard endless sermons from Judge Michael Pastor, reality tv star for a few weeks, about how marvellous the jurors were and how impeccable was the nature of the whole legal performance.
Once the unfortunate Murray is sentenced we can expect reliable sightings of a resurrected Jackson- seated on a throne with apes on either side. For this silly old king of pop can now be acclaimed as a victim who suffered for the sake of his idiotic fans. He will abide with them for evermore in the sheer hell that is the true Jackson domain. A literal hell I think. After all the theme of Jackson's pop video 'Thriller' is the rise of the devil- and the financial interests guaranteed by copyright mean that this demonic show will just go on and on.
http://williamsblog.dailymail.co.uk/2011/11/michael-jackson-the-show-goes-on.html
[h=2]08 November 2011 5:01 PM[/h] [h=3]Michael Jackson: the show goes on[/h] Michael Jackson was one of the more grotesque figures to attain public prominence in the late 20th century. His face gave plastic surgery a bad name and his antic japes with apes offered a bizarre spectacle. Anthropologically speaking Jackson belonged to a new type of human being- the 'child-man' who could be seen in so many areas of day-to-day life from the 1980s onwards.
Child-men chose immaturity and scorned the responsibilities of adulthood. Magazines catered to their interests in sport and fashion. Child-men were drunk most of the time and in Britain they embraced the culture of ladishness. Those whom they impregnated were often known as 'ladettes', and child-men specimens felt able to sustain their mode of life until well into their thirties.
Jackson squandered a vast fortune- child-men should really be denied cheque books and bank accounts. But there was still enough money left to allow him to remain a child-man until the day of his death at the beginning of Jackson's sixth decade on earth. He can now be imagined cavorting in the empyrean, his whining singing voice being complemented by the strident tones of Judy Garland- the perfect child-woman- and offering thereby a grimly dissonant fugue and variation on the theme of running away from being grown up.
Death of course could not deny the 'world wide' Michael Jackson fan club the delight of continued 'abide with me' sensationalism. The best was yet to be- a show trial which would offer to the world evidence that this salvationist figure had indeed been murdered. And so-two years after Jackson's death- it came to pass and judgement was delivered on Jackson's doctor, Conrad Murray.
From September onwards the Los Angeles court room heard evidence from the prosecution and very little defence of Murray who seems to have been stunned into defeatism. A Michael Jackson fan in a rage is not a pretty sight- as the ghastly scenes on the streets outside the courthouse demonstrated. Jubilation, screams, tears, and wild-eyed rapture greeted the news that Murray had been found guilty. Child-men and child-women scorn reason, syntax and self-control- and in this respect Jackson's followers imitate his chosen and pathetic mode of being.
But if conclusive proof was ever needed that cameras should not be allowed into courts of law that courtroom supplied it in spades. The idea that television can ever be a neutral recording of 'what really happened' is a complete myth. Cameras always change human behaviour either consciously or sub-consciously- which is why documentary programmes can never be really 'factual'. The joke in the phrase 'reality television' lies in the adjective. And so the L.A. court heard endless sermons from Judge Michael Pastor, reality tv star for a few weeks, about how marvellous the jurors were and how impeccable was the nature of the whole legal performance.
Once the unfortunate Murray is sentenced we can expect reliable sightings of a resurrected Jackson- seated on a throne with apes on either side. For this silly old king of pop can now be acclaimed as a victim who suffered for the sake of his idiotic fans. He will abide with them for evermore in the sheer hell that is the true Jackson domain. A literal hell I think. After all the theme of Jackson's pop video 'Thriller' is the rise of the devil- and the financial interests guaranteed by copyright mean that this demonic show will just go on and on.
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