The Mad Man Billy Mays has just died. Everytime I heard him, my blood pressure went up. Now we find he had heart disease without the joys of overprescriptions.
Speaking of annoying pitchmen, do I have any say at all in who advertises on this blog? The one on the right is particularly peculiar.
The entertainment grim reaper must be meeting his end of the month quota by now.
Farrah's blond-haired blue-eyed legacy of a beautiful, well-loved woman who plays an abuse victim and child predator will now forever be overshadowed by a brown boy that became white, was abused and may have been a child predatator. It also revived his finances without him actually having to do the tour. Was he really so brillant at maximizing his income potential with so little effort? His parents seem to be suprisingly clueless about MJ's finances, his healthcare, or where the will was recently found. Maybe all the skeletons will finally come out from a tight-lipped family that guards privacy like bars of gold at Fort Knox.
Someone else now will earn a living off the carcass of a large family legacy mess. I wonder what his father is really thinking. Could anyone forsee that it would come to this?
Are people really surprised that MJ has been heavily medicated for quite some time now? The only reason that the vultures care now is that someone is losing money and wants to be compensated. That poor doctor just showed up at the end of a long series of missteps. Where has the family been all this time? Did they not sense Michael was not himself?
Is Michael an agent of God's sardonic sense of humor in death?
Ahhh, Michael, if you are demon-possessed as some of the religious fundamentalists say, you must be laughing in hell somewhere.
Otherwise , you have crossed into the sublime of genius again for a final grand finale.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
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