Filed under: Everyday Chatter
I remember when we were in college and we were all in my dorm room. Someone brought up that the little dood that used to be painting stuff on the public access channel had died. Ya’ll remember him? He used to make trees and lakes and stuff. Anyway, he’s dead. When somebody said it, just stating a fact, this girl in the room started crying. I was amazed at that.
And so I was amazed at the folks all broken up when they said Michael Jackson had died. Now, I don’t mean teary-eyed, I mean all broke up just can’t get right cause Michael is dead. ‘Cause I really didn’t know him like that. And I’m pretty sure that they didn’t either. I mean, I listened to his records just like the next person, and I’m sad that it had to happen to him, but I don’t know that cat. One random girl on the street being interviewed that day said that she just didn’t know what she was going to do now. Ummm, how about whatever you were doing 2 hours ago because Michael Jackson dying has not effected your daily life in the least manner. At all.
A million people are trying to get into his funeral. How bout some of ya’ll step back and let the people go who actually knew him from around the way or knew his mama ‘nem instead of those of you who just bought a couple c.d.s and now think you should be all up in the man’s funeral. Ya’ll don’t know him like that. That’s disrespectful.
And Steve…oh, Steve. The mayor of Nashville said that Nashville is suffering from this. How? Did any one of you wake up and say “I’m not EVER going to Nashville again! Those bastards!” Is there anybody who thinks that Nashville is the Bermuda triangle for cheaters now? Nashville ain’t have nothing to do with that, so ya’ll please don’t blame it on Nashville. Oh, but McNair did throw for a couple touchdowns. Anybody going to the funeral?
