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Concerning "This Is It"
16 years ago
I wanted to see this movie in the first place.
Now, I'm not crazy about the King of Pop in any way.
I don't understand why some people idolize him as if he were Jesus himself.
And I'm not very fond of Mike after 1985 much at all.
That's just a little bit errrh whisker pulling.
However, that's probably where all my qualms with him end.
I will admit a lot of good about him, in his entire lifetime, a lot more good than strange or bad.
I bet he did revolutionize how music shows were played, how he upped the standards with his choreography and interaction.
He was a beautiful dancer, and his singing wasn't bad in the least either.
His music is phenomenal; those songs recognized the world over as his.
They are catchy and chart-topping.
This no one can deny.
He grew into a great thing.
However, my parents, with their ultimate godly wisdom and omnipotence, spew nothing but hate and disrespect for him.
They see him as nothing more than a faggot paedophilic unholy freak.
They laugh at him and ridicule him.
I wish I could say that this has angered me like I have never felt before, but unfortunately, my parents feel that way about most famous individuals: Freddy Mercury, Dave Grohl, Kurt Cobain... among an entire list so long that my memory cannot possibly contain the whole of it.
They give the dead particular disrespect, as if they felt liberated by their death to say the most offensive comments about them.
Frankly, I don't think the passed should be treated that way at all, unless they were like, lets say, my father's OWN father, who abused his family and drank his money away, and accomplished nothing of any merit in his entire life.
Michael Jackson deserves love and veneration.
My father's father does not.
These are two entirely separate kinds of people, a world apart, one of them only defended by those lower than dirt, the other loved worldwide.
When you are as blind as my parents, frankly, your life is nothing.
I am going to see the movie, I am going to buy the album, God damn my parents to hell for their hate.
This greatly broken and misspoken rant-like blurb brought to you by Iyatsu, the Angsty Dragoroo.
Now, I'm not crazy about the King of Pop in any way.
I don't understand why some people idolize him as if he were Jesus himself.
And I'm not very fond of Mike after 1985 much at all.
That's just a little bit errrh whisker pulling.
However, that's probably where all my qualms with him end.
I will admit a lot of good about him, in his entire lifetime, a lot more good than strange or bad.
I bet he did revolutionize how music shows were played, how he upped the standards with his choreography and interaction.
He was a beautiful dancer, and his singing wasn't bad in the least either.
His music is phenomenal; those songs recognized the world over as his.
They are catchy and chart-topping.
This no one can deny.
He grew into a great thing.
However, my parents, with their ultimate godly wisdom and omnipotence, spew nothing but hate and disrespect for him.
They see him as nothing more than a faggot paedophilic unholy freak.
They laugh at him and ridicule him.
I wish I could say that this has angered me like I have never felt before, but unfortunately, my parents feel that way about most famous individuals: Freddy Mercury, Dave Grohl, Kurt Cobain... among an entire list so long that my memory cannot possibly contain the whole of it.
They give the dead particular disrespect, as if they felt liberated by their death to say the most offensive comments about them.
Frankly, I don't think the passed should be treated that way at all, unless they were like, lets say, my father's OWN father, who abused his family and drank his money away, and accomplished nothing of any merit in his entire life.
Michael Jackson deserves love and veneration.
My father's father does not.
These are two entirely separate kinds of people, a world apart, one of them only defended by those lower than dirt, the other loved worldwide.
When you are as blind as my parents, frankly, your life is nothing.
I am going to see the movie, I am going to buy the album, God damn my parents to hell for their hate.
This greatly broken and misspoken rant-like blurb brought to you by Iyatsu, the Angsty Dragoroo.
Mela-Ceroses
~mela-ceroses
Spoken like a true grunge child of the 90's...
