Maybe I should be kinder to Michael “Wacko Jacko” Jackson and his demise but I can’t help myself. In fact a few harsh words from an anonymous porn blogger like myself are nothing compared to the feeding frenzy that will be going on in the media for weeks. It’s as if the president was shot or something, but in fact it was only Jacko, who many didn’t think would have even lasted this long. What gets me is that people keep saying he was a great ‘artist’. Blow me. He was about as far removed from art as Cumfart Cocktails. However, it is perfectly natural that our gormless, celebrity obsessed culture, to paraphrase Christopher Hitchens, would venerate the man so much - not so much for as everyone was saying his talent, but waiting for him to crash and burn. I know this is old hat but it reminds me of the rather clever Paris Hilton autopsy sculptures - our crocodile tears over Jacko are nothing else than morbid fascination, a bit like Sasha Grey I suppose. Although I must say, I am guilty of it to, because I prefer Hilton eviscerated as seen below, over her talking bollocks and prancing around like the smug moron that she is.
At least this art is better than her homemade porn. For GREAT homemade porn, one needs go no further than Sell Your Sex Tape.
Anyway, luckily, Hilton is old had, and even Jackson was old hat. It’s almost like his demise was actually the big comeback he was waiting for. And that’s it. It’s dreadfully boring, really, and I’m sure a boon to Mahmoud and Kim. To lighten things up, check out gay porn star Wolf Hudson’s naked tribute dance to Jacko:
