Thursday, June 25, 2009

Because Jackson Dies


Chapter 21.

What The News Is




Michael Jackson's dying. Enough people gather outside that hospital they're showing on tv, he really will. I was watching when there were four people outside that hospital. News travels fast. Over 400 people now. Death is pop news.

Michael Jackson's leaving us. A huge pop star of the eighties and the nineties.

Something evil is happening in Iran.

I like to think he's just leaving us. Like Tupac.

Internet services in various spots on the globe crash, disabling interaction in key places around the world. Must be high bandwith causing an overload. That's what they're saying. Must be true.

Why shouldn't there be high bandwith? Michael Jackson's dying.

No pictures from the prime of the pop star. Just videos. Pictures, he's all white and weird. He looks like a mad man who has his own island. It was time to leave. Gave great music...but something evil is happening in Iran.

Confirmed now. He's dead.

Keep watching very very carefully. No bodies. You won't see him. Not clearly. Not like Benazir Bhutto.

Ahan...

THAT could've been a sniper bullet even if she really IS dead. No autopsy. No way knowing.

Where can I get some news on Iran? Yes, news channels, you CAN break away to something else now. WORLD FOCUS?!

God bless the poor bastard...but I'm surprised the sunlight didn't kill him a decade ago. Man was BEGGING to be a story. But this...

They were ready to lose him. Got back most the money he took from their hands too...just sued him. Using his image as a mop to wipe up the blood from his career after they shot him with accusations. Dirty stinking Muslim convert.

I'm sorry the world cares about this more than anything else on Earth right now. Says great things about the man...but then again, he's only dead cuz' they needed a distraction.

6 hours of uninterrupted world focus on someone they used to love. They'll extend the life expectancy of this story by digging up new dirt on him. They'll piss on him and destroy him. A piece of my childhood. I remember. First pair of shoes I ever owned had his name written under them. Thought I could dance like him.

Turns out...no one could.

One good thing. Next few days we're gonna start re living his work. Such great songs. We'll get back to the horrible things happening in the world on Tuesday.

Power outages in the city. Some airheaded lovernotfighters believe even God cries because Jackson dies. A smart man knows they control the weather. Just an easy way to excuse themselves for not providing the power to communicate with our own neighbour.

Wonder if they'll hit his new faith some how. Taliban radicals didn't want a convicted pedophile and crotch grabbing stage whore to ruin the image of their God. Killed him. Kill them.

Should've seen it coming. World issues raising tensions. Need a straight six hour blackout from everything going on in the world. Should be enough time to get in and execute deadly changes. Changes that prevent real change from taking place. World will be the same tomorrow...thanks to the window of ignorance created round the world.

Five hours after announcing his heart failure, they're still on trying to find Michael Jackson's cause of death. Doesn't make sense. That's the seventeenth time someone's told the one paragraph story of his rush to the hospital. Why don't they switch to something else till they learn some new fact? He passed out, reached the hospital, announced dead.

Bah. They tell us what the news is. You don't decide. THEY do. Now watch till it makes you sick with wonder what the hell else is going on. Watch HEADLINES!! A bunch of idiots go on about how good he was!! Family members. Friends. Fans. Like they'll ever know the bond I had with him as a child wearing nothing but shades and dancing to BAD.

Didn't need Michael Jackson anymore. That Barack Obama's dancing all their slave dances now. He's a real hit at those correspondence dinners for the press. Real, FUNNY guy. Wonder who Chappelle's writing for these days.

They don't need the services of one of the greatest voices in the history of entertainment. Now he's just a monkey fucker.

Remember him for his great music. He didn't fuck kids in the ass. But move on and focus now.

They killed the poor bastard and told you it wasn't them.

I'm praying for him.

And the blind sheep that follow his death and make it the biggest thing at the breakfast table in an hour.

Rest in peace, titan. Welcome home.

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