Here’s a great read that makes a connection that didn’t occur to us before: this is the summer that both Camelot and Neverland came to an end, where two artificial fabrications melted like so much sugary-sweet, bad-for-you, rots-your-teeth, ice cream left out in the sun.
Kennedy and Jackson both stayed on the national stage decades after they should have been forced into ignamous retirement. Instead of receiving the tar-and-feathering they both deserved, or being run out of the country Roman Polanski-style, these two were doted on, catered to, and declared “Lion of the Senate” and “King of Pop”, respectively.
In reality, they were “murderer” and “molester”.
That’s how they should be remembered. Not for how long a stint in the Senate one of them did, or how awesome the Thriller album was for the other.
The author of the article linked about is right: these two put themselves above the law, so lost in their fantasy world kingdoms of Camelot and Neverland respectively. Meanwhile, the rest of us living in mundane, real-world “America” were forced to watch endless tributes to two people who, without their fame and fortune, would have spent the majority of their lives in prison.
As more time passes, and as we get further and further away from the MSM-fueled hysteria surrounding their deaths, we hope people start to see the simple truth that there was not much to idolize in either of these men — or their famous, eccentric, omnipresent families.
