This May Lose Me Some Friends

[poliphilo]

The music never dies. It goes on and on and on. Ad nauseum. Someone switch the bloody thing off.

Jackson's work is kitsch. Even the better stuff is slick and empty.

Fred Astaire said Jackson was the greatest dancer of the 20th century. I refuse to believe he meant it.

Bad? Not in the way he wanted us to think.

I find it shocking that people make excuses for Jackson that they wouldn't dream of making for other middle-aged men who like to share their beds with children.

By the time of his death he was a freeloading junkie who indulged himself in every little whim- but couldn't be bothered to pay his staff.

Celebrity turns men and women into monsters. The strong-minded get out before it destroys every last scrap of decency and truth.  Jackson wasn't strong-minded.

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Did you read the nanny's revelations in The Times this morning?

My fear is that nothing could be gross enough to dent the burgeoning cult of St. Michael.

[petercampbell.livejournal.com]

Just had a look at them online. Most of the comments left seem to either be ignoring the actual content of the story or accusing the nanny of lying. A bit sad, really.