After discovering the latest omen of the world’s coming demise, the Clog encourages Berkeley students to put down their books and enjoy their short-lived time on Earth.
Well, this is it, children of the Baby Boom … and children of the children of the Baby Boom … and children of the children of the children of the Baby Boom. So basically, this is it, everybody. This is the end of the cultural landscape as you know it. Michael Jackson will thrill the tabloids no more. After all the surgeries, he may not have been much of a P.Y.T. anymore, but at age 50, we hardly thought his time was up.
As various friends and relatives have probably already texted, e-mailed or Facebooked you, the pop star reportedly died of cardiac arrest, but the details are still unclear. We can only hope he’s pulled a “Thriller” and has actually zombie-fied himself or something. If anyone would do it, you know it’d be him. The guy did own Neverland, after all.
But borderline distasteful jokes aside (you know you were making some, too), we’ve gotta hand it to him–despite all his unfettered wackiness, the King of Pop definitely deserved his crown.
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