Verdict: Two For One
Dr. Conrad Murray, physician to celebrities, and himself a celebrity, found guilty of involuntary manslaughter of Michael Jackson, entertainer extraordinaire. In fact, there were two people who were responsible for the death of Michael Jackson, and that second person was Jackson himself.
While he did not intend, nor did he deliberately engineer his death, he insisted on the drug protocol that led to his death.
Nor could he have been totally ignorant of the risks involved in his chosen way of life. The man was a truly pathetic figure. Acclaimed as a popular artist, his music and his voice tremendously admired, there seemed to be little about himself that he cared for. He appeared utterly dissatisfied with himself.
The series of profoundly unsettling surgeries he chose to undergo to alter his physical characteristics were symbolic of a self-destructive personality. He chose, through repeated cosmetic surgery and the use of chemicals to alter himself as thoroughly as might be possible.
His facade presented him as a psychically frail and unhappy human being. His life seemed fraught with self-torment.
His Peter Pan complex never stopped weeping for his sad inner child. He had a deep sympathy for his own neurosis of being irretrievably lost in childhood, abandoned to an adulthood that never arrived. He mournfully related to little boys, even to well-celebrated incidents of predatory corruption.
The only doctor who would agree to administering to this ultimately ill, weakly self-absorbed man-child was one whose own private life was as valueless as his. Michael Jackson had been reduced to a shell of a human being, eyesight on the cusp of blind, wisps of hair left, skin pallid, incapable of sleeping, of urinating, arthritic.
He craved drugs and insisted they be available to him.
The doctor whom he paid the princely sum of $150,000 monthly to minister to him was in dire financial straits. His Hippocratic oath meant less to him than his lifestyle of lavish living and woman-chasing. Child support for his 7 children with 6 women had beggared him.
He was addicted to the salvation of his monthly salary, just as Michael Jackson was addicted to mind-soothing chemicals. Michael Jackson is serving his eternal sentence, his entire life a wasteland of delusion and fears.
It is now his doctor's turn.
While he did not intend, nor did he deliberately engineer his death, he insisted on the drug protocol that led to his death.
Nor could he have been totally ignorant of the risks involved in his chosen way of life. The man was a truly pathetic figure. Acclaimed as a popular artist, his music and his voice tremendously admired, there seemed to be little about himself that he cared for. He appeared utterly dissatisfied with himself.
The series of profoundly unsettling surgeries he chose to undergo to alter his physical characteristics were symbolic of a self-destructive personality. He chose, through repeated cosmetic surgery and the use of chemicals to alter himself as thoroughly as might be possible.
His facade presented him as a psychically frail and unhappy human being. His life seemed fraught with self-torment.
His Peter Pan complex never stopped weeping for his sad inner child. He had a deep sympathy for his own neurosis of being irretrievably lost in childhood, abandoned to an adulthood that never arrived. He mournfully related to little boys, even to well-celebrated incidents of predatory corruption.
The only doctor who would agree to administering to this ultimately ill, weakly self-absorbed man-child was one whose own private life was as valueless as his. Michael Jackson had been reduced to a shell of a human being, eyesight on the cusp of blind, wisps of hair left, skin pallid, incapable of sleeping, of urinating, arthritic.
He craved drugs and insisted they be available to him.
The doctor whom he paid the princely sum of $150,000 monthly to minister to him was in dire financial straits. His Hippocratic oath meant less to him than his lifestyle of lavish living and woman-chasing. Child support for his 7 children with 6 women had beggared him.
He was addicted to the salvation of his monthly salary, just as Michael Jackson was addicted to mind-soothing chemicals. Michael Jackson is serving his eternal sentence, his entire life a wasteland of delusion and fears.
It is now his doctor's turn.
Labels: Health, Human Relations, Social-Cultural Deviations
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