Ron Artest Sings About The Pain We Both Feel Regarding Michael Jackson's Death

Like many of you, I've had some mixed feelings about Michael Jackson's death. Part of this stems from the fact that for a brief period of time (known as 1983-1984) I'd regularly go into the Chess King and Merry-Go-Round at the Sun Valley Mall in lovely Pleasant Hill, California to try on the numerous replica faux leather Michael Jackson jackets. As you might recall, not only did these stores carry the imitation Thriller jackets, they also carried the imitation Beat It jackets, too, both the one Michael wore and the white one worn by one of the dancing gang members. I never made the big purchase, thankfully, as I had enough problems already as a kid, and god knows I didn't need to have Tim Hicks or Bobby Soto kick my ass for dressing like Michael Jackson (they didn't kick my ass for the parachute pants I already owned since several other dipshits also had them...though the ear-clip might have gotten me killed if Todd Harris hadn't advised me to take it off before school started the first day of 8th grade...and a career was born for him...). The other aspect is that both Thriller and Off The Wall were great albums that I listened to constantly as a kid. Now, the difficult thing is that I try not to give child molesters my money and I can honestly say that I haven't paid for anything by Michael Jackson in a very long time. Of course who knows if Jackson molested kids, but, man, it sure seems like something off the wall was happening over there in Neverland. 

Anyway, I bring this all up today not because I'm trying to figure out whether or not I'm going to watch the funeral (I feel obligated to, the same way I feel obligated to watch Beverly Hills Bordello whenever it's on), but because if I feel conflicted about this, think how Laker Ron Artest must feel. Because, you see, uh, Ron Artest had a, uh, lot in common with Michael Jackson, uhm, I think, or, uh, well, fuck, who knows what Ron Artest was thinking about before he decided to record this tribute to Michael Jackson, but I think he says what all of us must be, uh, yeah, thinking, during this trying time in American history:

Favorite line: "MJ, you're in my prayers, I know you're in heaven, I hope to see you next year." 

Second favorite line: "He inspired guys like Jamie Foxx and Usher, too."

Third favorite line: "Even though I'm always strapped, I'm puttin' down my mack for Mike Jack."

At 3:34 in, Ron actually begins crying. 

On the upside, Ron Artest is a lockdown defender on the basketball court. On the downside, he's planning on being dead next year.

Comments

[kryme_dog]

So does this mean Michael is black again now that he is dead?

I am just as upset as Ron Ron! I had a big shirtless sleep over with Webster and one of Corys all set up for the first week of August.