Last Invitation to Neverland
Word broke somewhere around nine that the verdict in the Michael Jackson verdict was due within 30 minutes...I shrugged, opened a bottle of beer and threw on a video.
That video is now over and it is around ten o'clock. I flick idly to BBC1. Hmm...nothing has been announced as yet, but here comes the news...and the BBC is breathlessly rubbing its legs in anticipation of the verdict that is now due "any moment". They are filling time with gleeful analysis at the moment...pictures of the crowds outside the trial and throwing out wild estimates as to the possible sentence.
"It is almost impossible to predict anything" says the correspondent, and a world wonders why they have just spent five minutes doing just that.
Ye gods, there are hundreds of these boggle-eyed supporters. All showing their "religious devotion" to the man...but belief is not proof and their cries of his undoubted innocence are as pathetic as they are speculative.
And we are told once again that we are still waiting for the verdict. Other news items are queueing up behind this wall to wall guesswork...but what the hell, eh? This is celebrity we are dealing with...the prince of pop, reduced to the level of a goddamn suspect...this is our new entertainment, our blockbuster movie, our bread and fucking butter.
But a lot of shit has come out here...messy revelations that have stained many things and many people, which will be hard to shift even with the industrial strength Shake N Vac that is the high-flying American lawyer. No matter what Jackson is coming out of this with a dreadful aura around him, a foul and twisted smell that will never disperse. All we now want to know is how he will be punished, either by the legal or the celebrity system.
Ah, but surely...he could be found innocent. He is a celebrity...so what? This does not make his automatically anything, except perhaps bloody bonkers.
Except that, as the BBC point out, there is too much here...too many pieces of bizarre and rank evidence that, no matter how one looks at it and re-spins it to avoid any connection with child molestation, will have to lead to some kind of punishment. Unless every damning piece of evidence fell out of thin air in some kind of cruel conjuring experiment concocted by...who? The media? "Haters"? Hmm.
"Maybe...", "but that is unlikely", "we are about to get a verdict..." And still it comes. They cannot leave the story but...
Ye gods! This is the verdict at 10.14...
Not guilty...not guilty...not guilty...not guilty...not guilty...and not guilty!
All serious charges have been dismissed...
Furthermore, not guilty of the provision of alcohol case...
And so it goes on. The lesser charges fall like dominoes.
Well...there is nothing I can say here. There are enough doe-eyed young girls in the crowd who will happily shriek over anything I have to say, which is nothing. Nothing. I don't care about this man and never will. He is a creepy fucker and he has been found not guilty of anything at all by the American justice system. The girls will shriek, tabloid editors will be spunking hard enough to create pock marks in the wall and the entire Internet will collapse in a huge pile of retrospective bollocks. They told you so, they will say for the rest of time, whilst the more cynical webloggers will roast in their own juices.
So a celebrity has not been put in jail. Meanwhile, the world continues to turn.
That video is now over and it is around ten o'clock. I flick idly to BBC1. Hmm...nothing has been announced as yet, but here comes the news...and the BBC is breathlessly rubbing its legs in anticipation of the verdict that is now due "any moment". They are filling time with gleeful analysis at the moment...pictures of the crowds outside the trial and throwing out wild estimates as to the possible sentence.
"It is almost impossible to predict anything" says the correspondent, and a world wonders why they have just spent five minutes doing just that.
Ye gods, there are hundreds of these boggle-eyed supporters. All showing their "religious devotion" to the man...but belief is not proof and their cries of his undoubted innocence are as pathetic as they are speculative.
And we are told once again that we are still waiting for the verdict. Other news items are queueing up behind this wall to wall guesswork...but what the hell, eh? This is celebrity we are dealing with...the prince of pop, reduced to the level of a goddamn suspect...this is our new entertainment, our blockbuster movie, our bread and fucking butter.
But a lot of shit has come out here...messy revelations that have stained many things and many people, which will be hard to shift even with the industrial strength Shake N Vac that is the high-flying American lawyer. No matter what Jackson is coming out of this with a dreadful aura around him, a foul and twisted smell that will never disperse. All we now want to know is how he will be punished, either by the legal or the celebrity system.
Ah, but surely...he could be found innocent. He is a celebrity...so what? This does not make his automatically anything, except perhaps bloody bonkers.
Except that, as the BBC point out, there is too much here...too many pieces of bizarre and rank evidence that, no matter how one looks at it and re-spins it to avoid any connection with child molestation, will have to lead to some kind of punishment. Unless every damning piece of evidence fell out of thin air in some kind of cruel conjuring experiment concocted by...who? The media? "Haters"? Hmm.
"Maybe...", "but that is unlikely", "we are about to get a verdict..." And still it comes. They cannot leave the story but...
Ye gods! This is the verdict at 10.14...
Not guilty...not guilty...not guilty...not guilty...not guilty...and not guilty!
All serious charges have been dismissed...
Furthermore, not guilty of the provision of alcohol case...
And so it goes on. The lesser charges fall like dominoes.
Well...there is nothing I can say here. There are enough doe-eyed young girls in the crowd who will happily shriek over anything I have to say, which is nothing. Nothing. I don't care about this man and never will. He is a creepy fucker and he has been found not guilty of anything at all by the American justice system. The girls will shriek, tabloid editors will be spunking hard enough to create pock marks in the wall and the entire Internet will collapse in a huge pile of retrospective bollocks. They told you so, they will say for the rest of time, whilst the more cynical webloggers will roast in their own juices.
So a celebrity has not been put in jail. Meanwhile, the world continues to turn.
posted by Jamie at 10:25 PM
3 Comments:
I dunno, though Jackson is indeed one creepy fucker, he's not half as creepy as his accusers. In the matter of creepy vs. creepier, can you be surprised that the jury found in favour of creepy?
Jail them all, I say. Jackson for being less than attractive, and the accusers for attempting to freeload off of a rich guy.
Snooty fish/barrel shooting interface, Doc. You're better than this.
But I was not gunning for targets...the barrel was scraped clean of fish long ago. My post was simply a self-indulgent exercise in real-time posting and I offer no apology for it.
But just you wait until my next exciting post on why Big Brother is - shock! - a reality show that features people who want to get on television! You couldn't make it up.
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