9:28 AM Tue, Aug 25, 2009 | Permalink
Mike Watkiss
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I've got to admit, it has been with a mixture of amusement, disgust and distain that I have watched the relentless coverage of Michael Jackson's death and the subsequent "revelations" about what caused the Pop Star's demise.
Breathless young reporters from CNN to the networks to the silly entertainment tabloids discovering for what seems like the first time that Mr. Jackson was a gifted performer with a powerful appetite for pre-pubescent boys and potent pain-killers.
Stunning! Shocking!
And now we learn that the coroner has ruled the death to be a homicide and that L.A. County authorities are preparing to prosecuted Jacko's personal physician.
Give me a break! Give me a freaking break! Maybe I'm the only person in this country who feels sorry for Dr. Feelgood, but I do.
I feel sorry for Dr. Conrad Murray. The poor schmuck! Here is an ethically compromised guy with a screwed up personal life who was obviously in need of some serious cash. What does he do? He starts pumping pills to "the King of Pop." What a gig! (And with all these new "revelations" of chronic pill-popping, that title suddenly takes on a whole new, and rather ironic twist).
Suffice it to say that a guy like Michael Jackson died of a drug overdose not because somebody forced the pills down his throat, but because he was a junky--a guy who was addicted pain-killers when he was first accused of being a child predator in the early '90s.
Despite the claims of the cable news reporters, these stories are not new. The drugs, the kids, it's not really such a revelation. If it hadn't been Dr. Conrad Murray, it would have been some other slightly shady M.D. Michael Jackson clearly liked the drugs. And he had the power and the money to get them.
Sure throw the book at Dr. Murray. Raking him over the coals. It will make Jacko fans feel better. Someone will have been brought to justice. There will be someone to blame. And in the end that's what we really want.
Sermons about personal responsibility are boring. Despite what Michael Jackson sang in his famous song, don't look at the man in the mirror. Blame the doctor. It will make us all feel better.
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