The spectacle of his death and the frenzy of fulsome flattering fools makes me tremble for America, much more so than from nuclear arms proliferation, economic ruin or even Sarah Palin.
Among the indecencies is the insertion of Al Sharpton into the proceedings and his calling out of the mass media for pointing out the obvious truth that Michael Jackson had “issues.”
Sharpton, as you will remember was, before he became self proclaimed king of black America, a charlatan rabble-rouser who claimed as fact that a troubled 13-year-old girl was raped and smeared with feces by white racists, defamed a cop and refused to pay libel judgment, sparked a riot in Brooklyn in which a man was killed because he was Jewish.
As a result of his first descent into infamy alone, Sharpton is the King of Poop.
I don’t know why black America, to the extent one can say it exists at all, keeps elevating moral monsters like Sharpton, O.J. Simpson and Michael Jackson -- a crazed narcissist who has done more damage than a street corner full of Jesse Jacksons; a stone cold murderer; and a pedophile who turned himself into a puke-inducing freak who made the Joker look normal.
Then there is Congressman Peter King, Republican of Long Island, who, crazy like a fox, told the truth about Michael Jackson. All other politicians and celebrities found something innocuous to say about Jackson, but not King, who said:
"He was a child molester. He was a pedophile. And to be giving this much
coverage to him day in and day out, what does it say about us as a country.
We're too politically correct. No one wants to stand up and say, 'We don't need
Michael Jackson.' … There are men and women dying today in Afghanistan. Let's
give them the credit they deserve.”
(As I try to point out to no one there, not even a chair, the men and women in uniform already are overglorified for doing their jobs. You cannot go to a public event without “our brave troops” being deified in a manner that suggests a daily nationwide Nuremberg rally.)
Even the right wing malefactor Patrick Buchanan said that when God puts his hand on someone (Jackson) it is time to take yours off. But Peter King, who has a long record of publicity stunts, said what he said because he wants to be senator from New York. And he is well aware that blacks don’t vote in the percentages that white people do.
So, call him the King of GOP.
The queen of GOP, of course, is Sarah Palin, whose rambling retreat from reality last Friday forever marked her as flat-out crazy. Many in public life are paranoid and narcissistic, but no one has been as politically incoherent or as wild-eyed and breathless. She makes Mark Sanford look viable as a Republican leader. Watch it and you decide.
Finally, Robert McNamara, personally responsible for 58,000 dead Americans, died yesterday and immediately joined Lyndon Johnson in hell.