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HUH?

I am always amazed at the fanadulation of Michael Jackson.

He goes by me.

Canned, processed, auto pilot performances.

Yeh, the dancing, yeh the voice, yeh the songs and the costumes but, yawn, can we move along and get a little rock and roll please?

All I caught was the sick, the weak and wobbly side.

I am amazed that CNN allowed an interview with Cher to get through.

She said that she worked with him when he was an adolescent and that he was an on-stage phenom and off stage shy, needy kid. She liked him.

Then five years later, she worked with him again and he was awful. A diva. Weird. She didn't like him.

To her, and apparently everyone else, the prime time was the adolescent, young, young adult time. She said this all with compassion not the usual show biz attitude. Like she was really there.

Well, we will have to put up with a few more days of this stuff. The entire fucking top of the page in the LATimes and four articles.

Then, as the bizarre details slip out, we will get the re-examinations and all. Painful.

What details? The cause of death. The reported 400 million in debt. The clouded custody of the kids. The rest of the story as "intimates" start to come out of the woodwork. The books. He can't sue anyone anymore.

This is all the wreckage of a kind of America that I hate.

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