Who are the Real ‘Wackos’?

Okay, now I know I promised you on Monday that I would be all Pollyanna-esque this week and blog endlessly about hope, but I just have to make a brief reference to the tidal wave of ‘Wacko Jacko Woe’ currently sweeping the globe. (Unlike the rest of the press and the media who dedicated acres of space to his funeral yesterday rather than the memorial to the 52 people murdered in the July 7th terrorist attack, I will keep it brief).

Firstly, if Michael Jackson had been an unemployed man living in a Peckham high rise with a penchant for sleeping with young boys would the world’s media be whipping up a frenzy of mourning? No, I’m sure the likes of the  News of the World would have been printing free ‘lynch him’ posters rather than tribute supplements.

Secondly, what does it say about our society today that we are so blinded by ‘celebrity’ that we are prepared to overlook their drug or child abuse? And before you email me to say that Michael Jackson’s sleeping with young boys was all perfectly innocent I’d like to ask you one question, would you have let your own kids share a bed with him?

I’m not saying that we should rip the guy to shreds now that he is dead but am I the only one whose stomach turned at yesterday’s funeral extravaganza?

Did anyone else feel sick at the sight of a grief stricken Paris Jackson being shoved into the spotlight to tell the world how wonderful her father was. Sources have said that she wanted to make a public tribute to her dad but the sight of Janet Jackson shoving a microphone under her nose and telling her to ‘speak up, speak up’ when she was beside herself with grief made me think that yet another child was being manipulated for the gain of the Jackson clan.

I don’t think anyone will deny that Jackson was a deeply damaged and troubled man, but who is the more wacko? Him for believing himself to be some kind of messiah or us for being blinded by the hype?