The Lost Kings
Something tells me that the “King of Pop” may have gone out in similar fashion to his one time dead father in law, “The King,” Elvis Aaron Presley. They were “Kings of Pill Poppin’” as well as tragic “Kings of Pain.”
They shared throne of the pain of fame, lost iconic kings, forever consumed by the pain of their own misanthropy, haunted by the pain of their choices and gnawed by the pain of their very existence.
That pain is no more for Michael Jackson. It is the pain that Elvis fans ignore. Modern historians will refuse to acknowledge the pain they both were in. Their souls hurt. Their bodies hurt. Their minds were manipulated to keep them in pain.
After all they gave to the world?
What a way to live. What a fucking tragic way to die.
What’s tipped to me, (I haven't turned on the TV today) the “pill theory”, (pills: the things that are supposed to kill pain, but the very thing that cause more collateral damage than any curable disease can ever afflict) is this: I’ve heard bold faced lying of publicists who cover for their clients in diabolical denial for the sake of a buck, instead of what’s really best for their client. I have been a first hand witness to the megalomaniacal music business machines and what happens to those who get in their way.
So when I heard delusional truth bender and Jackson family mouthpiece, Brian Oxman say within minutes of Jackson’s death, “This family has been trying for months and months and months to take care of Michael Jackson. The people who have surrounded him have been enabling him. If you think that the case of Anna Nicole Smith wasn’t abuse, it is nothing in comparison to what we have seen taking place in Michael Jackson's life.”
I was shocked. Fucking shocked. I don’t shock easy anymore. His body wasn't even cold.
Papa Joe Jackson and his clan want the world to know they tried to help him. I guess death finally brought them to reality, a calculated deduction that came too little too late.
Remember the pain next time you hear the voices of “The Kings,” because it’s what they couldn’t bear to hear themselves.