I understand that it's the nature of progress -- the icons of old and familiar years wither and die and fade into memory while the news becomes increasingly about identities and figures purely of our grayer years. But seriously, I think that's enough progress for one week.
Had no affection for the man in life, but I can't help but feel a little sorry for the world's oldest child.
Michael Jackson almost died today. Reports have it he was found unconscious and not breathing. Paramedics were called and he was rushed to the hospital where he's resting comfortably now.
Anyone get the feeling that if he'd been just a regular joe shmoe and not some rich (eccentric) celeb, they would have just pronounced him dead on the scene, bagged and tagged him and hauled him off?
Oops. My bad. He IS dead. I heard the tennative news on the radio as I was driving to pick up Hubby from work so I didn't get the details until just now.
Well well. What do you know? First Ed McMahon, this morning Farrah Fawcett, now Michael Jackson. Hmmmmmmm.
I wonder how Dead-pool Dave is making of all this?
Well, in this context, "resting comfortably" can be construed as being true. And his condition is stable....
I confess to being interested due to my, well, predilection with cardiac conditions -- would a portable defibrillator (assuming, of course, it was used correctly) have saved his life? I'm doubtful -- hell, he went through enough stress by the time he was ten than most of us see in a lifetime, and he had enough peripheral conditions and treatments that I can see a body falling apart under the strain. Still, by any metric, 50 is still too damned soon.
(My sister-in-law was telling me about the publicly-available portable defibrillators they had in airports up in her woods for just such emergencies that had very simple instructions -- only problem was that their pulse sensors were either badly tuned or just not working, because even when you put the sensors on a living, breathing, viable person, the machine would howl out "DEAD BODY DEAD BODY DEAD BODY" at an insane and nerve-racking volume....)
And we haven't had a real dead pool in a long time -- not since Bob Hope was still around. But MJ wouldn't have been on my list -- Farrah, Swayze and Cronkite, sure, but those are almost gimmes. When I get worried that it's getting macabre, that's a warning sign.
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Had no affection for the man in life, but I can't help but feel a little sorry for the world's oldest child.
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Anyone get the feeling that if he'd been just a regular joe shmoe and not some rich (eccentric) celeb, they would have just pronounced him dead on the scene, bagged and tagged him and hauled him off?
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Uh... a little *too* comfortably, yes.
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Well well. What do you know? First Ed McMahon, this morning Farrah Fawcett, now Michael Jackson. Hmmmmmmm.
I wonder how Dead-pool Dave is making of all this?
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I confess to being interested due to my, well, predilection with cardiac conditions -- would a portable defibrillator (assuming, of course, it was used correctly) have saved his life? I'm doubtful -- hell, he went through enough stress by the time he was ten than most of us see in a lifetime, and he had enough peripheral conditions and treatments that I can see a body falling apart under the strain. Still, by any metric, 50 is still too damned soon.
(My sister-in-law was telling me about the publicly-available portable defibrillators they had in airports up in her woods for just such emergencies that had very simple instructions -- only problem was that their pulse sensors were either badly tuned or just not working, because even when you put the sensors on a living, breathing, viable person, the machine would howl out "DEAD BODY DEAD BODY DEAD BODY" at an insane and nerve-racking volume....)
And we haven't had a real dead pool in a long time -- not since Bob Hope was still around. But MJ wouldn't have been on my list -- Farrah, Swayze and Cronkite, sure, but those are almost gimmes. When I get worried that it's getting macabre, that's a warning sign.
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