Functionally ReTodded

Well, that and the morons of Los Angeles.

Word has it that the funeral for Michael Jackson will cost the bankrupt city of Los Angeles about four million dollars.

That’s right.  The funeral for a private citizen who ran thru over a BILLION dollars in his insane life will cost the local municipality more than a penny.  How about sending that pack of money hungry family members a bill for those services?  How would that be?

But my bigger problem with it all is this.  I am a huge music fan.  I like all kinds of music.  I have liked some of his music.  Further, I have favorite artists.

But I also have a job. And a life.  And responsibilities.

There is no artist, politician, actor or athlete whom, if they were to die (regardless of circumstances), that I would shut off my life, fly across country (or even drive two counties over), spend the night, make signgs, stand in packs for 48 hours, all waiting to get into a sports arena to sit some more and watch folks wax nostalgic.

I watched some of Payne Stewart’s funeral years ago on the Golf Channel.  On tape delay.  Because I was at work when it happened.

Who are these people that they have the time and resources to just flock to LA and stand around like vagrants, taking pictures of little kids dressed like the "Off The Wall" version of Michael Jackson (seen here):

And who gives a shit enough to take pictures of a kid who has nothing whatsoever to do with Michael Jackson other than the kid is kind of black and put on loafers, white socks, and tipped his hat at an odd angle?

Further, who are people with idiotic signs like this one?

What do you mean "He’s not alone?"  He’s alone in the coffin (I’m pretty sure).  What motivates these people?  Is it just the off chance of being spotted on KTLA or something so they can go "OMG OMG OMG!!! I was on the news standing in the street with a sign that made no sense!"

And then they’d scream like girls at a New Kids show and squeal "WE LOVE YOU MICHAEL!!"

If you really loved him, you’d have found a way to knock the crazy off of him 35 years ago.  THAT would have showed how much you loved him.