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Wacko Jacko Back On Top

What can be said about a society that spends so much time on a "person" like Michael Jackson?
How can events of the past few days be eclipsed by so insignificant a "human being"?

I have an answer: There are people - perhaps a majority of "the people" that don't believe in democracy and freedom. They believe in royalty (celebrity) and fascism/socialism - they worship it. How else can you explain the ho-hum attitude about the historic election in Iraq? How can this monumental event that dominated the news broadcasts, opinion pages, two election cycles (including the Presidential election) and dinner table conversations in every home in the USA be dismissed? The election in Iraq is a great moment in human history and a vindication of the ideas that we Americans have promoted around the world since our founding. And yet...

And yet just two days after this historic victory for the concept of liberty and representative government all the papers and newscasts are focused on the "King of Pop". You see, it is the "King" that matters - not the democrats braving death threats - REAL death threats - to stuff their little ballots into a box with hopes of a better life. The Fascist/Socialists don't want you to contemplate the thrilling reality of citizens voting on their future - no, they want you to watch weepy sob stories about a pedaphile freak who dresses like a woman, talks like a child, bleaches his skin, sculpts his face and has not made a decent recording for 20 years.


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