Opinionated Fool

That was escentially what the city of Las Angeles told funeral planners for Michael Jackson. And they were more than happy to oblige, to the tune of 1.4 million for trafic controll, police presence, etc. So, pretty much, everything except the actually putting him in the ground was paid for by the city. Now, don’t get me wrong–I’m sure people thought that was more than deserved. But, be serious for 30 seconds, if you can. The guy isn’t a head of state. Nor is he any more or less of a sellebrity than either of the other two who just so happened to die in that same week. So what, beyond the apparent need to just spend money, possessed LA’s municipal government to sign off on that? There’s an explanation somewhere in here, I know. And it may even be an explanation that makes sense. But, not for lack of trying, it’s about that far away from me. Or maybe I’m just not thinking like a politician. That’s happened before.

It turns out that, even a couple weeks before his death, Michael Jackson’s kids were caught up in a tiny bit of a paternity controversy. Only this one was sparked by the media. Jackson’s dermatologist, dr. Arnie Klein, was reportedly the biological father of his kids. Naturally, it was emphatically denied, but all the same, how did Maury miss this? Hey, it’s just another publicised drama–Jackson should have been used to that by now.

I was slapped in the face by something so WTF-worthy that, to be honest, I think I might have just set the bar higher than I should have on the first try. Michael Jackson, yeah *that* Michael Jackson, had an obsession with cloning. Not just your usual obsession, assuming the article in question has any degree of accuracy stuck to it at all. But that kind that makes one wonder if he didn’t spend a few hours recording a scene for The Outer Limits.

Even the guy that drove him around thought he was a tiny bit crazy about the whole immortality thing. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m at least slightly curious about the whole immortality thing–come on, we all are… you can admit it–but geebus criminy, Mikey. The world does not need a sequel. Especially a Jackson sequel.