Michael Jackson’s Death: One Year Later

  

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Parcbench readers,

What are you doing to observe the anniversary of the King of Pop’s death? Are you going to bust a jig to “Smooth Criminal?” Learn how to do the Moonwalk? Drop by your local elementary school?

As long as it doesn’t involve scaring his children half to death and/or a rip-off “memorial” where you get drunk and listen to cheesy covers of MJ songs all night, then you’re good.

(Not that we mean you’re good trenchcoating. That would be very bad. As a matter of fact, pedophiles deserve to have their balls ripped off with rusty cheese graters.)

My afternoon and night will be spent watching Stephen King’s The Stand. Not only is Gary Sinise a great American and a great actor, but how can you not love an eight-hour miniseries which caps itself off with Satan kissing a nuke? At the risk of belaboring one of the most prophetic concert titles in world history, this is it for my TV.

You know why?

The answer is, quite simply put, that I just don’t care about Michael. Last year was indeed it for him, but his fans live on and gain much enjoyment from mailing freaky coffins to his estate. Who am I to say that the LAPD can’t have fun apprehending a streaker with the words “MJ I LOVE YOU” tattooed on her breasts? Let Blanket hang out of a window for old times’ sake, and I’ll choose to remember him in my own way. Which is, none at all.

Maybe that’s what’s best for the family, too. MJ’s life was crazy, and that’s putting it mildly. They – especially the Jackson kids, deserving of a far better grandfather than an expert bottom feeder/scum bag – should be able to have some sense of a normal life. Even though Michael was the last type to care about his image or privacy, let’s have some peace and quiet unless we want him to turn into the next Elvis.

Or is that asking too much?

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