Archeological digs on men…
Okay, we love them, we love what they created, who they were, they created history, lauded by many.
The times, their time, threw them up and into the public arena.
No one knew whether or not they were perfect or flawed but one thing for sure is that they were put on a pedestal, their necks were up and out and precariously poised.
The higher they are the hardest they fall.
The , perfect?, people who are a modern day lynch mob have joined in on the bringing down of a one Micheal Jackson, possibly the greatest of all single artists, so talented and prolific he was bound to be different from the beginning. The guy is no more but his greatness in music lives on, but not on some of our radio stations today.
These warlock hunts we are seeing are denying greatness in our world, denying heights of past human endeavour, what would happen in a world whereby everyone was on the same level, all treated the same.
Did the Beatles expect girls to fall at their feet, did they ask for it???
Groupies are generally girls, groupies create these pedestals, show me the groupie boys clubs if you can.
I have seen groupies in action, they want an instant fame experience and well, if money is involved it can go either way for a ‘pedestaled’ one.