It’s been a trying week for many people out there, with the dirty politicians in Broken Britain trying to smooth over the gaping hole that is their credibility, more jobs on the way to the scrapheap of cost-cutting, North Korea and Iran showing us all how humans clearly should behave, and now more than ever it’s literally every day we are seeing how cruel life can be, it’s become important now that any event gleans a funny side from it, no matter what it is.

And that’s before we even start on the jokes about Michael Jackson, and to carry on the general theme of this, here’s a hugely inappropriate picture designed to annoy people to write hate mail in to Ooh Sometimes:

What? No-one writes to me any more except to tell how to get women into bed….Wait, that’s a good thing, but anyway back to the post.

For the past few days, a great sorrow and bizarre joy has swept people who would rather not worry about anything else, with heavily cut and pasted tribute footage rushed onto the networks and the family questioning everything about the 50-year old’s demise. There have been people dancing in the streets, people were upset…at spending money and not getting it back for his O2 concerts…err…

The radio stations all started blasting out every single song he ever did, and all shops were compelled to my increasing misery down Oxford Circus to the point, I wanted someone to make my ears bleed, just so the red liquid flowing out would block out any more of it.

Glastonbury of course has come at the same time, and Jizzy tissue and others have all seen fit to pay tribute in their special ways, Lily Allen’s way was wearing a glove, 50 cent released tracks made of up of nicked bits of other music, vendors instantly cashed in with T-Shirts saying people were at Glastonbury when he snuffed it….the list goes on and on, and well…..enough.

I’m going to be slightly serious here, maybe to the depth of the Joker from the last Batman film and beyond so here goes: You don’t f**king care as it hasn’t directly impacted on your life so stop pretending. Ok, except for those people who paid too much for his tickets, but then again they are all getting money back so mute point.

Now I’m saying that and I can imagine there will be one person reading this who will say how dare you, he was everything to me, tell me where you live so I can kill you now. But allow me my last breath to spout this out….

Yes, He made good music, that cannot be denied by anyone, but the sad fact is, people were watching him for the circus he turned himself into and as for his death, I’m amazed it didn’t happen sooner. With all the surgery and the way he was acting at times, you wonder if he wasn’t going to burn down Neverland because he became curious about fire, and no-one then could blame it on the boogie….yes, I went there.

So a man who made some of the best music the world had ever heard, but then went loopy due to things in his personal life, and leading to well….something the telegraph has felt uneasy about: Telegraph article

The man writing the post felt that this is the way people deal with un-nerving events, make everything a joke and it all feels better. Just Dominic Cavendish who wrote the piece feels ill now.

Well fella, as sad as it could be to see if this is the current human condition, to have very little moral sense, you do have to pull back a wee bit. How people deal with things is in their own way and what anyone says or does as a result is all up to them.

But then again, Michael Jackson was not helping himself for some of them. Read these and I challenge you not to smile even just a bit.

Q: What’s the difference between Michael Jackson and a grocery bag?
A: One is white, made out of plastic, and dangerous for kids to play with and the other you carry your groceries in.

Q: Why did Michael Jackson place a phone call to Boyz-2-Men??
A: He thought it was a delivery service.

See, these wouldn’t exist unless he had done something to start it all off. And with the media circus that came round, there wasn’t anyone who didn’t want to pay tribute, only perhaps to get the chance to cover MJ’s songs at a later date, and quelle surprise, Sony are releasing the songs to make more money.

Jokes are one thing mate, profiteering from death is quite another and perhaps that could have made a better premise for your piece, if you wanted to examine the “morality” of humans.

So there we have it, the end of a man that will be remembered for some music and fiddling with kids that was never proven in court, with jokes remaining for years afterwards. What an utterly bizzare legacy to leave behind….