Don't stop til you get enough?

I can't resist the urge to blog about the media circus that is Michael Jackson's death. While I am saddened by his passing (mainly because I ALWAYS said I would LOVE to see him live on stage and now will never get the chance), I can hardly believe my eyes and ears. The coverage is crazy. Weird. Bizarre. Embarrassing. I took the kids to lunch today only to look up at a tv in front of me mounted high on the wall with a shot of the presumably dead or almost dead MJ on a stretcher. It was a zoomed in photo of him intubated or something. Gross. Give the freak man a break.

I LOVED his music. I was the first to always defend the guy when conversation turned to how strange and nasty he was. He was amazingly talented. "One of a kind" is an understatement. But seriously, he wasn't a world leader, Gandhi, The Dalai Lama, or Mother Theresa. Holy cow. This stuff is driving me crazy. Our country is going to hell in a hand basket and this is all we have to talk about?