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So it seems that absolutely everyone in the whole entire blogosphere has decided to stain the day with their rants on Michael Jackson. I say stain because I don't find the half of them appropriate nor do most even have any substance.
People everywhere are commenting on what they thought of him, how he touched their lifes, whether or not he touched other people more... errr, innappropriately...
So many people are weighing in on their personal perspectives about his life that quite honestly it makes me sick. Why does everyone seem to have an opinion when a public figure dies?
I mean, did you know this man? No.
Was he ever proven to commit any crimes against the people that sort him out? No.
Did he take you to school dances or hold you in his arms once when you cried an entire night after your best friend slept with your boyfriend? No, again.
What I'm trying to say is that I don't get why every single person and their third cousins dog needs to speak today about a man that they did not know in a manner that makes you think that perhaps they might.
I feel as though it takes away from what is actually happening - a passing of a friend, family member, a loved one - and it overtly glamourises his death in the same way his life was. If we haven't learnt by now, straight up: fame is a fucking cunt.

I never met Michael Jackson. I never shared tapas with him. I was never even in the same vacinity; that I know of. I never looked deeply into his world from an invited perspective further than the lyrics and music he offered; and I did however enjoy this. More than enjoy; his music was a gift and I watched it shape alot of lives especially some people I knew from music school. I do hope that in his passing he will finally be laid to rest but that I know isn't going to happen, there will be a flood of bio-pics and tell all novels that he would probably never have agreed to sign up for.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that; don't let it get to you if you hear jokes. They were around, sadly, before his passing and they will be here longer after. You are not fighting a 'good fight' by getting your back up about it. When you were growing up and your parents would tell you that if you ignored things they would go away; they weren't lying. The jokes will never stop but the moment you stop adding fuel to the fire, you stop noticing the jokes, you stop caring that people are making them. Let people be cruel or inhumane - because it's never going to change, you just don't need to give attention. Don't get so worked up about it... Death does not mean that you instantly achieve martydom or sainthood for your life, I want people to be truthful about me when I pass away. I want them to go to my funeral and say "Well, thank God - at least Twitter home page won't be flooded now, unless the bitch has an iPhone in heaven"

Stop posting on twitter/facebook/blogs/blahblahblah about how you cried for hours and your heart is broken and how you haven't a clue how you will go on to live another day. If you didn't know him what difference is it if he has passed away or taken a really long vacation from singing or being in the public eye, or even just decided to move to Punjab and live like Mogwli.
I suppose in saying this - I'm only being slightly hypocritical by adding flame to a fire. But I'm really not trying to do that, and if it has come across that way then I'm lacking skills as a writer to be able to voice my opinon and have it heard without miscommunication.

Respect someone for what they have given to your life. Don't glorify or vilify someone. Don't say you don't care, because no-one really cares to hear stupid remarks like that; just don't comment. I care, I just am not going to pretend that his loss is as hard for me as it would be for some of the people who's lives he touched so dearly. It's not hard for me at all - but I am shocked and I do wish his family and friends well and I honestly believe he lived a life that wasn't made for this world. No one should have to live under a microscope the way that he did. It's not right.

He was made into a money - machine long before his passing, so now can we please just let him rest?
His music will never mean more or less to me now then it did before today. If you loved what he had to say and show the world before now, then love it but just remember that sometimes silence is golden and you can tarnish even the finest things if you overuse them.

I'm leaving this photo on the post because I really like the jacket; the guy had style. Also - he looks like maybe he was actually happy. I think that's a perfect way to remember someone.