R.I.P

I stayed away from the MJ memorial, precisely because I was unsure what the ceremony would be. By the time I got home, alas it was not over, and so, I had to endure the last 20 minutes of a vapid, pretence-ridden, farcical dribble. The Jackson family reminded me of loan-sharks at the funeral of a huge debtor – yellow ties, gloves and all.
Perhaps saddest was getting MJ’s daughter, Paris was it, to speak . It was unnecessary and disgustingly exhibitionist. Strangely she doesn’t even look like MJ – black or white. Truly, may he rest in peace.