(Pictured above, one of the most terrifying weapons ever devised by the Celebrity-Industrial Complex)
A sensibly misanthropic friend e-mails:
I'm planning to have the TV in my office on all morning - I don't want to miss a single second of perhaps the most stomach-churning event of the century. If I ever needed convincing that it's way past time to thin the herd, this surreal nightmare is it. At this point I'm beginning to believe that this country is in dire need of a good old fashioned revolution. Harrumph.
I turned it on long enough to hear Queen Latifah speak of the dead as the Alpha and the Omega of human existence, and then to recite a poem typed emoted discharged composed by Maya Angelou, the Thomas Kinkade of American popular poetry, for the occasion. It was so purplishly, hathotically grotesque it would have made a Vogon blush. Naturally, it made me want to shout with glee at the Prytania screen, "Now I know why the caged bird upchucks!"
Dear hearts, below the jump, I give to you "We Had Him," by Doctor Maya Angelou. Read on, if you dare:
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothingNow that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace
Sing our songs among the stars and and walk our dances across the face of the moon
In the instant we learn that Michael is gone we know nothing
No clocks can tell our time and no oceans can rush our tides
With the abrupt absence of our treasure
Though we our many, each of us is achingly alone
Piercingly alone
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him
He came to us from the Creator, trailing creativity in abundance
Despite the anguish of life he was sheathed in mother love and family love and survived and did not more than that
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style
We had him
Whether we knew who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his
We had him
Beautiful, delighting our eyes
He raked his hat slant over his brow and took a pose on his toes for all of us and we laughed and stomped our feet for him
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing
He gave us all he had been given
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Blackstar Square, in
Johannesburg, in Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama and Birmingham England, we are
missing Michael JacksonBut we do know that we had him
And we are the world.
Well and truly, it doesn't get more hathotic than that. I am indeed piercingly alone, trying to deal with internal hemorrhaging from the awfulness of this verse. More, please!
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"Lord Karth
July 7, 2009 4:13 PM
Please, Someone. Please give some lucky soul the opportunity to demonstrate that Richard Gatling did not live in vain.
Please, O Great and Powerful Someone.....give some fortunate creature of Yours the chance to demonstrate that Hiram Maxim's invention can be socially useful.
Please, please, PLEASE, O Most High Someone. Bestow upon us Your gift of Steady Hands, No Wind and Good Aim, and let us advance the cause of the Improvement of the Human breed in quick, rapid, 500-round-per-minute bursts.
Your servant,
Lord Karth"
How "tasteful". How "Christian". And how disgusting that the maintainer, who rails on and on about the rule and law of god, and good Christian behaviour, sees no problem with leaving untouched this lovely pray for mass murder, the victims so condemned for their sin of being annoying.
A new low.
Being gay? Eww, wrong, sinful!! Praying for the murder of others? Well, that's just peachy.
No, laughing at a woman who celebrated "Osagyefo" (Redeemer)"Doctor" (there's another non-medical PhD!)Kwame Nkrumah, the founder of the first of several African one party states is normal and healthy. The poetry is mediocre, the clothes silly, the politics have all the spontaneous unpredictability of a rusted metronome; when you're famous for being an "activist" (Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson)without doing much else, you're a walking target. They're all grownups and make a lot of money-they'll survive. So, unfortunately, will those who had Michael Jackson's family waste thousands of his children's dollars on a gold casket. Remember when Aliyah died? Is this the same idiotic faux "it's a Black thing, you don't understand, this is how we celebrate our heroes" event?
Shame on you and your hate. Beliefnet? Inspiration? I see nothing inspiring - only spreading the hate. Where is the love that Jesus spoke of? Where is the compassion? Take a look at the "Man in the Mirror" and be ashamed.
"Where is the need for rhetorical questions and vapid, simpering scolding?"
I am an atheist. I have no shame, certainly not after sermons and preachifyin'. Religion is as ridiculous as Michael Jackson was and Al Sharpton is.
"THOMAS Kinkade ? Having actually read some of her work, I can safely say that she'd be better off trying to be the Reuben Kincaid of American popular poetry."
LOL to the power of 1000!!!
Oh dear god, Lord Kath, that comment made my day...
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