Are We That Desperate For Heroes At This Point?.
A pitchman who pitches sham-wows and Oxi-Clean, two indispensable products that only a 21st Century American could ever dream of needing from a 24 hour shopping network . . .
A bizarre former pop star who lived in a decadent NeverLand and sought eternity through countless additions of plastic to his face . . .
A former cover girl whose claim to fame is that America thought she looked good in a bathing suit, a had nice rack and who capitalized on that body to make money . . .
For all of that we mourn.
For all of that we weep.
For all of that we turn our attention for a week.
For all of that we start Facebook groups.
For all of that we devote 24/7 news coverage.
For all of that we give our allegiance to our heroes.
Meanwhile, quietly and subtly, the simple march on.
To You Billy Mays!
To You Michael Jackson!
To You Farah Fawcett!
Thank you for contributing something good and wholesome to the world in your short time. Thank you for living for the good of the world. Thank you for giving us examples of what we could and should be.







