The only time I deliberately paid attention to Michael Jackson was the year he did the halftime Super Bowl show. His entrance was this:
He was dramatically revealed in floodlights, standing midstage, with his gloved hand thrust straight up, head bowed down to his chest–just standing there. He stood that way for about 5 minutes–head down, fist straight up–as the audience screamed and screamed and screamed.
Made my skin crawl and made it my first and last experience of this idol. I guarantee you, those people WERE worshipping. And he was accepting it. Absolutely skincrawling sick.
I have not watched one story on his life or death.
God made remotes with an off button for a reason. The whole country has not ground to a halt because of his death. (Anyway, Soetero is taking care of grinding the country to a halt)
