"What's Wrong With Our Priorites?"

This? Or This?

Let me make it perfectly clear... I recognize the passing of Michael Jackson leaves a perceptible void in the entertainment industry. On a scale of one to ten, however, I rank Jackson's death or the entertainment industry having any significant impact on my life as a minus 10! In a phrase, I don't give a flying Oscar!

Here's what I do care about and what I consider to be of utmost importance in my life and the longevity of our country...the men and women of no notoriety...who seek no notoriety...but who place their lives in harm's way in lands thousands of miles distance so that I and my family may have some hope and expectation of waking on the 'morrow without the ear-shattering detonation of terrorist bombs exploding in our ears!

There has evolved in this nation a pandemic of political correctness that has given license to an "orgy of glorification" for every pop idol that garners even five minutes of notoriety that is going to be the eventual death knell for us all if we don't soon wise up and place into balance the difference between celebrity and servant. It is increasingly rare that the Hollyweird-types bring anything of lasting substance to the table to further the betterment of mankind but a myopic audience of worshippers who are additively enthralled to gorge themselves day in and day out on their antiseptic smiles, breast augmentations, catchy lyrics, and occasionally a well delivered line of dialogue. Starlets who can't seem to be bothered with the necessity of wearing underwear before going out into public is not my idea of a role model that I or anyone who possesses even a shred of decorum would wish to emulate, much less devote 10 seconds of one's time acknowledging their pathetic existence.

Bottom line... Michael Jackson was an entertainer. Nothing more...nothing less. A singular mortal soul who in times of lucidity shared his riches and God-give talents to causes bigger and better than himself. A hero, however, he was not. You want to meet real heroes? Next time you cross paths with a police officer, a fire-fighter or a member of our uniformed military forces, shake their hands and give thanks to God above (if you even entertain a notion that a supreme being actually exists in your narrowly defined world) that these real heroes go unsung so that you may continue to renew your subscription to People Magazine and plop yourself down nightly to stare vapidly at another edition of E!

And while you're at it...try and get yourself something that even remotely resembles a life!