Yes, she’s trying to do a “good” thing. She’s a Texas Democrat in the house of representatives, and she’s got this legislation she wants to put through Congress, some kind of resolution to “honor” Michael Jackson. Yes, with all the truly important business in government going on now, she wants to waste time and money honoring an already world-famous (and infamous) celebrity.
I argue, Michael Jackson doesn’t need that resolution. He’d never ask for it. He’d accept, of course, because it would be the polite thing to do. It sounds so noble, until you realize the bill has Sheila Jackson Lee’s name all over it. It’s in a way kind of like what Al Sharpton does. This douchebag is trying to use a dead man to further her own popularity. She can deny it. She can lie about it all she likes, but people who author legislation get noticed, even more when their bills pass. It’s a “pork” bill. If no one tacks anything to it, it’s still pork, because Sheila Jackson Lee’s name is the pork. She brought a framed copy with her to the memorial. It hasn’t even been considered in Congress yet. That’d be like me framing a draft of a novel I hadn’t published. Something to wave to the crowd, and get applause, for herself. She’s every bit as much a vulture as Sharpton. It won’t stop with her, though. Everyone is going to crawl out of the woodwork and try playing the “close personal friend” game.
To those people, let me preemptively say, fuck you. Fuck you with a big pointy stick. Michael Jackson had fame, even after not one, but two trials for touching little boys. Even after publicly coming forward endorsing kids in his bed, he had fame. Even over ten years without an album or a new dance move, the guy could sell out concerts. So, anyone trying to leech on his name, you are worms. The worst kind of worms. You can’t even do a speck of what he could.
