Let The Over-Analyzation Begin!

I just couldn't call myself a blogger if I didn't make mention of the Michael Jackson verdict.

I almost feel stupid because I know that every schmuck with a keyboard is jumping onto this bandwagon. But they will revoke my blogging license if I don't say something.

First, I don't really care about the entire thing. Did he do it? Maybe. Was justice served? I don't know. Did he get acquitted? Yep. So he's free. Free to go molest an entire new generation of young boys, or at least be accused of doing so.

What bothers me more is the media frenzy. Now that's some sick shit! We all will be subjected to weeks of analysis, debate, conjecture, and repetitive reactions until the turnip has finally given up the blood. Brace yourselves, folks.

And why do they do this? Because enough of the population will soak it up, will hang on every morsel of coverage and then piss and moan about "The Circus."

And yes, I know I am adding to this and I'm disgusted with myself. Its like that old argument about quantum physics: you cannot know both position and speed because observing both would alter the measurements.

So I will leave it at that. I'll just wait for it to die down and try to ignore the magazines who have just been guaranteed a year's worth of diarrhea splatter for their rags.

(Notice I didn't succumb to witty references to Thriller, Man In the Mirror, or even Beat It?)