On 07-13-09, ED HULETT said to MIMI GALLANDT:

EH>Mimi Gallandt -> All wrote:


MG> Why is it that when ONE man dies, the whole of America loses their minds
MG> I think that if they are going to hold a moment of silence IN CONGRESS
MG> for Michael Jackson, they need to hold a moment of silence for every
MG> service member killed in Iraq and Afghanistan . They need to PUBLICLY
MG> recognize every life that has been lost so that the American people can
MG> live their callous little lives in the luxury and freedom that WE, those
MG> that are living and those that have gone on, have provided for them.
MG> But, wait, that would take too much time, because there have been so
MG> many willing to make that sacrifice. After all, we will never make
MG> millions of dollars. We will never star in movies, or write hit songs
MG> that the world will listen too. We only shed our blood, sweat and tears
MG> so that people can enjoy what they have.


MG> Remember these five words the next time you think of someone who is
MG> serving in the military;


MG> "So that others may live..."


EH>Thanks for posting this. I can't help thinking of the so-called anti-war
EH>protesters keeping a count of how many soldiers died in Iraq and noticing
EH>how they have gone silent since their messiah entered the WH. It wasn't
EH>about the war, it was about politics.


EH>As we have seen with Jackson's death, more people seem to care about the
EH>life of a bizarre entertainer than those who fight for our freedom.





Monday, July 13, 2009


Trying to Make Sense of Nonsense by Burt Prelutsky


In case you were off on a different planet and hadn't heard the news,
Michael Jackson died. It was a tragedy. Not that this piece of human
rubbish had died, but that the media, including Fox News, carried on as
if it was a major loss to mankind.


This was, one, a man who had tried to turn himself, through weird
chemicals and plastic surgery, into a white version of a black man and a
male version of Diana Ross. Then, for good measure, he was a pedophile
and a loon. But I guess if a person can moon walk, nothing else really
matters. Frankly, though, his talent in dancing backwards didn't seem
like such a big deal. Unlike Ginger Rogers, who, as they used to say, could
do everything Fred Astaire did, but do it backwards and in high heels,
Jackson only managed to do it wearing a lady's glove.


His death did strike home for me, though, the weekend after he died. I
discovered that the $100,000-a-month mansion in which he died was just
behind the home where I regularly play tennis. You would not believe the
crowds that swarmed around the place, as if it was a sacred shrine. The
scene would have warmed the hearts of pedophiles everywhere.


Jackson was sold to the world as Peter Pan, the little tyke who just
never
grew up. But, if Peter Pan had even faintly resembled this androgynous
freak, Mr. and Mrs. Darling would have been brought up on charges for
allowing their kids to accompany him to Never Never Land.


In a way, the entire sideshow was reminiscent of the grief displayed
when Princess Di passed away in the distinguished company of an Arab playboy.


But this was even worse because Lady Di was not a villainess, and these
heartbroken shmoes were mainly Americans, not Brits, and could therefore
vote in our elections.

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