Sunday, June 28, 2009

Michael Jackson: Freak, Creep, Six Deep

Why is it that almost anyone that has gained acclaim for their work is typically afforded admiration for being a good human being, or at least a far higher opinion than they would receive if not famous? More particularly, why would anyone link professional achievements with personal liking? I know that entertainers are American royalty, but is someone who can write a good song therefore a good person?

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Blogger Erik Marks said...

If someone dying will give us two weeks of Smooth Criminal and Thriller instead of the usual schlock that plays on the radio in department stores, I'll petition to have them inducted for sainthood.

July 13, 2009 at 3:38 PM  

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