The celebrity circus was immediately in full swing and everyone mourned the loss of another so called icon. Is it just me, or did anyone else “not feel a thing” when MJ died? I loved the music and he was a brilliant performer but let’s tell it like it is shall we….. he was a sad, manipulative, psychologically damaged little boy with some serious “boundary issues” (as they say in politically correct American double speak). He was also addicted to facial mutilation and determined to become the first transgender to make it from being born a black male to becoming a white female.

Why do we consistently impose greater value to something a “celebrity” has said or done than other mere mortals? Why do we believe that just because Mr. Famous Pop Star has done something it is now a worthy issue? Have you ever tried to have a conversation with an actor or pop star before? They cannot talk about anything unless the sentence starts with “I” or ends with “me”. And we assign miles of column inches, billions of pixels and days of aural masturbation about what they are doing, saying, thinking and feeling.

I am totally fed up to the back teeth of this obsession with watching people who just want to be famous for behaving badly show us how to live our lives and setting trends for depravity and ugliness.

Do we really have to see Britney Spears shaved parts? Do we have to watch Pam Anderson take a load of some rock stars “love explosion” (as Borat likes to call it), in order to fulfill a void in our lives? Is it news? Does it serve a purpose?

Yes it does. It serves a higher purpose to drive the wedge further between us and our connection with everything that is divine and beautiful, to traumatize us even further into accepting the carefully planned strategy to rid us of everything that could remind us of our connection with – dare I say it – God.

I’m not a celebrity. And I am out of here!