Some news gets a Farrah mount of coverage

There's really not an opportune time to die. On the way to an IRS Audit, your heart could stop in a Gran Mal seizure seconds before your car is struck by an Eastbound, government subsidized light rail train carrying three or four passengers sparing you the pain of blunt force trauma and Uncle Sam's anal probe but...you'd still be dead. Your family would, most likely, mourn but they'd still be on the hook for whatever the new, more customer friendly government collections agency claims it is due plus the death tax. OK, perhaps there is an opportune time to die.

Poor Farrah Fawcett and Billy Mays. The former celebrity babe and the quasi famous pitchman had the misfortune to die during the month of mourning for a single gloved, suspected child molester weirdo who happened to dance and sing better than your average American Idol winner. Regarding Mr. Jackson's passing, I suppose it should come as no surprise that after a farcical circus life there's a neon pyre burning amidst klegal floodlights and a parade of race baiting clowns grabbing every available microphone and clamoring to be heard above the din of boom box wielding moon walking "mourners".

Major and lesser news outlets from coast to coast are wall to wall and cover to cover with the death of the dermatological challenged King of Pop. While the ticker tape parade for the one with the stopped ticker is planned, the world is still turning and decisions that should be stories of note go with about as much notice as the other Jackson brothers have received in the past twenty years. Jakie, Tito, Jermaine, Randy and Marlon haven't seen this many cameras in years outside of the Best Buy where they meet once a week to see if anyone has found their own solo albums in the discount rack.

While people were killing themselves because a pop singer died, our government is preparing to potentially kill our economy with the single largest tax increase in history in the name of the environment. And the USA Today didn't print a word about it. The fact nobody who is voting on this and other bills reads them shouldn't matter. Not all the facts are provided anyway. What should matter is that the American people are oblivious to this money, power and rights grab.

We remain like the frog in a pot of water on a stove top. The temperature is rising slowly enough that we don't notice it. If we don't notice it, eventually we will be cooked alive. As usual, I've no suggestion for a cure. But I will say, I've finally found some doctor's advice I can heed.

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