Showing posts with label fame. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fame. Show all posts

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Shoulda Woulda Coulda

I'm tired of people ragging on Canada and the Olympic organizers for everything that goes wrong. "Their opening ceremony hydraulics didn't work and that one arm didn't go up!" Guess what? It's fucking Canada. It's cold. Things break. It worked a hundred times before when they were testing it, but on that night it didn't work. Grow up and move on.

"They should have moved the pillars!"
"They should have put in a wall!"
"They shouldn't make the luge track so fast!"
"They shouldn't even have pillars!"
"They should just make a track that you can't get hurt on!"

Shut the fuck up. Seriously. An athlete died. You don't know him. You never even knew his fucking name before he died. Hell you, wouldn't know his name if he hadn't died. He could have won the Gold Medal and you wouldn't remember his name two weeks after the event. It's hard, but that's the fucking truth.

I'm not saying it isn't sad; it is sad. I'm saying that all these people are picking their battles and they're picking the wrong ones. People die in accidents all the time. People die in war even more. And still even more people die from preventable diseases when they have no access to treatment. So who is the bad guy? The Vancouver Olympic construction and engineering team for their malicious use of pillars, or you for not giving a shit about thousands of lives you could save if you bought your purse at Sears instead of Loius Vuitton and donated the difference to a worthy cause.

Self-righteous? You betcha. But I'm not the one pointing the finger of blame when it comes to an accident.

Yes, it's sad that he died. If it had been some kid who thought he was the shit and died sledding down a hill and hit a lightpost, we would laugh and say that he got what was coming to him. The difference is that we told him to do it. We dared him. We egged him on. Maybe we're the ones responsible for his death and that's such a bitter pill to swallow that we keep looking for someone to blame.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Rest In Pieces!

So, Micheal Jackson died today.

What's up with that? More importantly, why does everyone care so much? Are all our Facebook statuses wishing him to rest in peace because we are mourning the loss or because we're guilty that we spent so much of his life making fun of him? It's as if now that he is dead it's no longer appropriate to have him on your celebrity death list (other than for the obvious fact that he is already dead).

Quite frankly, this is the best publicity that he's received in a long time. I'm sorry that you're dead and all, Mike, but your time had come a long time ago. You have caught up to your career and I'm thankful for the closure.

The world is less worse off because of the death of Micheal Jackson than it is for thousands of people who die every day to which we don't even bat an eye. I probably sound like an asshole, but if I'm not going to "pay my respects" to all these more tragic deaths, then I refuse to for someone on the basis of his celebrity status. Sorry, Micheal, but at least you got a blog post. That's more than most people get.