Mostly avoiding, up until now, the public spectacle focused on Michael Jackson, to a much lesser degree, Farrah Fawcett, and of course, Sarah Palin. These frenzies bring out the cynic in me. The first thing that comes to mind is the Corporate Media selling funerals, tributes, resignations, and conspiracy theories. If it can sell, it will air. If it’s airing, you can bet it’s selling.
I’m not the only cynic, I guess.
I notice that the city of LA is soliciting donations for an upcoming funeral. Wondering about those billions of downloads… Record companies weren’t above buying hundreds of thousands of units to promote artists in the vinyl era. Given the way software can now buy up whole concerts in the blink of a cyber-eye, why wouldn’t Mr Jackson’s media bosses–the ones who stand to lose a lot now that the cash cow has died–authorize some mindless computers to jump-start a download domino effect?
A bit Calvinist at the end, but after the mass, the guests went to a reception where a band played Fawcett’s favorite songs, including those by Van Morrison. No mention of the celebrant or his homily–but I guess that’s Hollywood.
Two Old Testament readings mentioned–that’s a little curious, too. No mention of the priest of homily, but hey, the focus was on the music and who sang it. Between preaching and music, we know one base was covered. How well, well …
Lastly, I’m sure a number of GOP faithful are treating this as if it were a funeral. Cal Thomas has an interesting take, a metaphor I don’t think I would have used …
The soon to be former governor of Alaska, Sarah Palin, is like one of those souffles my mother sometimes made. The recipe warned against premature removal from the oven because the dish would collapse.
A few things. If Cal’s mother is anything like mine, I wouldn’t be dissing her kitchen skills in public like this. And lastly, is Mr Thomas suggesting the soon-to-be former governor is half-baked?