August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009
Well, I decided to do a Michael Jackson article today; would you consider this selling out? Probably, but nevertheless, it will be good for site traffic, considering no one can shut their digital mouths about MJ’s death at the moment.
The King of Pop’s death was just too monumental for everyone to handle. It truly effected everyone in a way that they had never known before. Every morning they would awaken and go about their daily routines; take kids to school, go to work, eat lunch, pick up kids, drink vodka…
But now everything would change. Because Michael Jackson had died.
Oh no wait, that’s not right. Everybody’s fine. No one panic! We’re all going to be okay. MJ IS dead, but it hardly effects us at all.
The news that Michael Jackson had unfortunately suffered a fatal cardiac arrest on June 25th 2009 spread like wildfire; people were literally going mental. I, for one, was sitting quietly at home sipping on some warm tea when I was presented with the breaking news.
My first reaction was to tell my housemate, Lourens. Dude, Michael Jackson’s dead! Done. Okay, now let’s mess around.
Insensitive I know, but life can’t be serious all the time. Sometimes we have to look at the things that make people most depressed, most sad, and laugh at them. It reminds us that we are human. Plus… I mean… come on. The guy was scary lookin’!
Yeah, so rumour has it, this is how things went down:
On June 25, 2009, Jackson collapsed at his rented mansion at 100 North Carolwood Drive in the Holmby Hills area of Los Angeles. Pending confirmation from toxicology reports, he was allegedly administered Demerol shortly before he stopped breathing.
Attempts at resuscitating him by his personal physician were unsuccessful. Los Angeles Fire Department paramedics received a 911 call at 12:22PM, and arrived three minutes and seventeen seconds later at Jackson’s location (take note SAPD and Co, THIS is how it’s done!).
He was reportedly not breathing and CPR was performed. Resuscitation efforts continued both en route to the Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center, and for an hour further after arriving at approximately 1:13 p.m. (20:13 UTC).
He was noted already to have been in cardiac arrest by the paramedics who attended his house. Jackson was pronounced dead at approximately 2:25 p.m. local time (21:25 UTC).
So that’s the story so far. Since then we have been hearing Michael Jackson’s Greatest Hits (which everyone had “magically” forgotten they like for 20 years) on the radio 24/7 (literally) and new stories (even vaguely) regarding his death have been popping up all over the interwebs. I even found one, on WordPress no less, that stated that the whole paedophilia thing was a hoax and that the kid was forced by his dad to accuse Michael Jackson of “beating it” just to get money. Something like $22 mil or something ridiculous.
Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, why do human kind celebrate death to such a degree. He’s dead. Acknowledge it and let him rest in peace. He did some great things in his time, and some not-so-great things too. What’s done is done. We can all sit back and joke about it if we want, or we can sit at home and cry or be angry.
But joking is a lot more fun.