I was in an early Jackson mood a couple of days ago. With ‘early’ being defined as ‘we could still pretend that there wasn’t something going wrong in that poor guy’s head.’ Just… messed up, man. It was all just messed up.
A couple of things about this:
First off: this is what happens when a song stops being contemporary and starts being myth. I mean, compare that parody to this one*:
The latter assumes that you’ve seen the original; the first merely assumes that you know of the original. Completely different humor.
[UPDATE]: I have decided that it would be cruel to pursue this thought further. Even if it does sound like something out of a typical RPG campaign.
The one that you want to look up is H. Con. Res. 135.
I tried to stay out of the entire bizarre meltdown that was the Jackson funeral. Really, I did.
Right: low-life, pervert, child molester, and pedophile.
…anyway, when Rep. Jackson-Lee did that, I was silent.
Nobody said anything to me about it, but apparently it is.
Cornelius’s perfect comment after the break. (more…)