Michael Jackson's 9/11

I was on a trip, eating with my co-pilot and another crew when....it happened.

We were eating in a mall restaurant and the other co-pilot's phone rang. The news? Michael Jackson was dead. Then the place just started buzzing. And the mall was buzzing . And everyone was talking about it. Complete strangers came up to us to make sure that we knew the news.

The three guys I was with...I guess it's a macho thing....acted like they couldn't care less and they were actually happy that he was dead. That is really tacky. Michael Jackson was a human being and being glad or indifferent that he was dead is not a good thing. He was really weird but it's not cool to wish or be glad that he is dead.

Back at the hotel I turned the TV on. It was like 9/11. Nothing else was on but this story. And it lasted for at least two days. CNN, FOX, MSNBC were consumed with it.

I watched the interview the English guy did with Jackson a few years ago. Michael Jackson was truly delusional. He said that other than his nose he had no other plastic surgery. Are you serious? And the way he spent money. He seemed like a manic spoiled little kid who did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted and no one said no and there were no boundaries.

And poor Farrah Fawcett. She got royally screwed. She went through total hell trying to stay alive. That show that she did documenting her treatment was gruesome. And then on her day...the day that she died...she was going to have these tributes on Larry King and other shows and whammmo....Michael Jackson ruins her special day. You only get to die once so her big moment is blown. That sucks. Sorry Farrah, you got screwed by the King of Death.

Now what I always wonder when someone like this dies is where are they now? What are they doing? Are they surprised...like...oooops...is that what I was supposed to be doing? Can I get a do over? Or is everything just fine and Michael is as happy as a dead clam? Hmmmmm...makes you wonder.