Party At The Neverland Ranch! Bring The Kids!
Michael Jackson's fans, gathered at the temple of Moloch itself today
, are every bit freakish and deluded and tasteless as I'd expect. And such numbers! I can't believe Jackson actually still has
fans, and all of them are still in tragic 80s gear; I mean, there were all the German fans, but I'm not the first to wonder what the fuck is up about the Germans, and besides, they buy David Hasselhoff music too.
I'm sure any of these folks would let Michael dangle their baby--one way or another--any ol' time. There are also usually lots of maggots in garbage, more of them than myself. As Alan Moore once observed, does that majority make them right that garbage makes a good breakfast?
And please don't tell me this is a spontaneous show of support. I lived in California for seven years. The only thing they do spontaneously and without self-consciousness(not the anxious sort but the wonderment-filled sort) is run over bicyclists.
It's a funny thing, celebrity. No, actually, it used to be a funny thing. Now it's past that and getting a bit scary. Celebrity pulled loose from its moorings and actually becoming some equivalent of Caligula's declarations of godhood in life. A case could be made he was the first example of what we now think of as modern celebrity psychology. He spent vaingloriously. He declared himself to be Zeus. He named his horse a senator and openly slept with his sister. Actually, both of his sisters. And little boys. But as it happens, though Caligula was hated by the upper classes, whom he made a point of humiliating as much as possible, the plebians loved him. He spent Rome's fortunes on endless chariot tournaments and other public games and festivities, where his predecessor had been tight-fisted. The plebians didn't care where the money for it all was coming from. This was the son of one of the most revered heroes of Rome, and he was young, handsome and charming, and did little to harm the common people. Whereas much of this money was coming from the pockets of the patricians--or from the proceeds of the whoring of their wives by Caligula--and what's more, with all this public spending, they
weren't really getting a piece of it. So they stabbed him.
Quite a digression. I hope it somehow adds something to this blather I've written.
Michael Jackson's case has some similar features, no more than interesting, but it helps in understanding the dynamics of celebrity. Michael's fans don't even care that he may have abused, and vilely so, scores of children. At the other pole, after the debts and failures and reneging on contracts, the music industry has clearly pressed the button on him. He is now of no more than catalog value to them, and the way to maximize this is that he be dead or in some other way put out of the public eye.
In other words, he very well may be guilty. But the industry may have been holding back its catching up with him, and now he's naked and unprotected by them.
But I find it odd that the fans may not even care that the allegations might be true. I was struck by this quote:
At the entrance to the sprawling ranch, guests were asked to sign a release agreeing to participate in a television show about Mr. Jackson. On the property, dotted with dozens of bronze sculptures of children at play, fans frolicked on swings and rode a small steam-engine train. "This is kind of jovial," said Brandi Miller, 25, of Los Angeles, "but it's sort of overshadowed by the fact that he's been charged with child molestation. There's an underlying theme here."
As far as the first sentence, well, we've learnt from reality TV that people have no problem being used or humiliated as long as it's in front of millions of viewers. We as a nation have become singularly shameless and afflicted with some opposite of stage fright.
As for the last quote--ya think?
Gee, incidentally he's been charged with child molestation. The very tone of that sentence sets my teeth on edge. Not in some Christian moralist way, because I am not at all religious. But I also believe that there are many values that you don't have to be religious to have. Things that are obvious. Like child molestation being vile always.
I guess not if the molester can sing and dance well.
This tells me something I can't quite put words to about why we don't care an unelected dictator is slowly turning America into a paranoid, fascist banana republic.
I don't know if this country is going down the toilet, but I for one would sure like to flush right now, because the stink is starting to get to me.
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