It seems as if the media vultures buzzing around Michael Jackson’s carcass aren’t going to be coming to a halt anytime soon. Everything and anything that could have a connection is being unearthed, interviewed, and in the case of Reverend Al, and our own local poli-windbag Pete King, exploited for all it’s worth.
However, there is one angle the media as a whole has barely touched upon.
‘Wacko’ Jacko was actually, ‘Cracko’ Jacko. Yes, yes, I know, they won’t stop talking about his drugs, and his doctors, blah, blah. But that’s not really what I mean.
All those years, all those headlines, all those stories that had us laughing and cringing and hiding our children.
Yes he WAS ‘Wacko’, but I would place a large wager that all of those things were due primarily to the fact that he was doped out of his fucking skull, day in, and day out.
Let me try and put some perspective on this.
Next to Michael Jackson, Nikki Six was a whiny, xanax eating teenage girl.
That is no exaggeration. I think people tend to harbor a different view of drugs that are commonly used for practical purposes, like xanax, or dilaudid. It seems cleaner, more acceptable. After all, a lot of us have either had these given to us, or taken them because you just had to do that last line of blow and now you’re gonna be up for two days. At any rate, try telling someone you have a Percocet habit, and then tell someone else you shoot the H, see who reacts better.
The fact is, just ONE of the many drugs he abused on a DAILY basis, in MASSIVE quantities was worth Motley Crue’s AND Guns’ n’ Roses entire stash circa 1987.
Drugs like Dilaudid, and Demerol, and Percocet. Those are opioids, meaning like heroin, they are derived from the poppy plant. The difference is, these are synthetic versions, created and purified in laboratories for the express purpose of washing away that gravel-encrusted road rash in a warm silky bath of happy.
Lets turn our attention to another balanced and mentally astute human being for a moment. Courtney Love.
Perhaps she might jump onstage at an awards show and flash those ridiculous looking things on her chest. Or maybe, she may slur her way through an interview, again. Let us imagine for a moment she bought a deformed persons skeleton. Who knows, maybe someone got wind that she started sleeping in a hyperbaric chamber. Would either of those things raise an eyebrow?
In case one most people would laugh, or shake their heads and say, bitch is on them drugs again. In case two, perhaps sleeping in a chamber designed to promote healing might help a junkie with a SEVERE drug addiction who is trying to kick the habit? Either way, the junkieformer junkie label makes that seemingly bizarre behavior par for the course.
Has anyone in the media said,
‘you know, we may have mis-interpreted quite a few things over the years given these recent findings, perhaps if we were actually thorough and competent journalists instead of the sensation-seeking barrel scrapers we are, all of this stuff would have made much more sense to everyone.’
Why bother? Just keep feeding us ANOTHER interview with Joe Jackson, who was as cruel and heartless as a father to those kids as any man in the history of parenting. Let’s all feel sorry for him, and hope he can get custody of the cash….er, kids.
Until Reverend Al inserts himself in the midst of another media firestorm that does not pertain to him in the least,
Live it, Love it (Just Say No…)