So today was a strange and sad day. Farrah Fawcett passed away from her 3 year battle with cancer this morning. Then at about 4:30 the news lady came on and said that Michael Jackson had died. They are saying that it was cardiac arrest, but they won't know for sure until after the autopsy.
He was only 50 and getting ready to do a 'comeback' concert tour. I don't know how I feel about his death, I know that prolly isn't the p.c. thing to say, but that's what I'm thinking. He was an amazing dancer, singer, writer and performer. (I forgot how much I love his earlier music, I hope they aren't all sold out by the time I get there to buy them) I love dancing and I was always captivated watching him dance, both as a child and as an adult. My feelings are confused because I don't know what he did or didn't do to the boys that accused him of sexual abuse. All I can go on is that very odd interview that he did with Martin Breshear with his accuser sitting next to him. At one point the boy quoted Michael as saying that 'if you really love me you will sleep in my bed'....if that doesn't sound like something a child molester would say, I don't know what does. And then he did settle for a monetary amount with the first boy that accused him. But he was acquitted by a jury from all charges made by the second boy. I guess a month or two later two of the jurors changed their minds and decided that he was guilty after all....no idea what the hell happened there. I need to google it and find out. So it is sad that he died and how horrible for his family and friends....I just don't know how much I can allow myself to be sad for him.....what is the right thing to 'feel' in this situation, when you truly don't know what to believe?
The whole situation with Farrah Fawcett just blows me away. I guess in my head I figure that rich people have enough money and access to get the best treatments in the world....and with all that accesses they will be cured. But that isn't the way that it works. She got treatments in the U.S. and she went overseas (to Germany I think) to get cutting edge treatments. She had the right attitude, she had the courage and the fighting spirit, she had all the treatments available.......and she still lost her battle with the damn cancer. It makes me think; if she couldn't win with all of that, how in the hell would I or my husband (God forbid we got one) win a battle against an illness like that? I worry so much about my husband because he won't stop smoking those damn cigarettes. I told him about her fight and all he says is that he is 'I am thinking about quitting'. How do I get him to stop? I don't know how he can hear a story like Farah's and continue to slowly kill himself one cigarette at a time....
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