….and not of being set on fire, living in pain, screwed-up plastic surgery, never having emotionally matured, living under the pressure of being the center-piece of a multi-million-dollar entertainment empire with literally hundreds if not thousands of people dependent on his talents, or of being abused by his father and used as a meal ticket by the rest of his family, or of self-doubt and self-loathing, or of trying to live up to the expectations of a jaded and shallow public, like we thought.
A few of the symptoms of being Michael Jackson - besides death, that is.
CNN reports “New images show healthier Fidel Castro“. Healthier than what? The Cuban economy? At this point if air is going into and coming out of this guy, that’s pretty healthy. I’m only surprised his brother Raul hasn’t given him the old pillow-over-face send off. Every day Cubans wake up, turn on their old black and white Philco television sets, and, while their wood-burning ’56 Chevy warms up in the driveway, they check the news to see if nature has freed them yet. Hell, there’s more stuff to buy in the stores in Baghdad than in Havana. People there have no fear of hurricanes, because what’s one more big wind bag running roughshod over the island? Hey I got a million of ’em….