By now, perhaps you have heard that Michael Jackson died. If you have not, I would like to know what rock you have been under and whether there is any room there for me.
Los Angeles, the city that for better or worse I currently call home, is hosting a memorial service for the King of Pop today. People have been going slightly insane trying to score tickets for this thing, which is expected to draw a hell of a lot more people than will fit into the Staples Center. There are overflow plans and there are security plans, the second of which will be funded by the City of Los Angeles.
Now, I couldn’t give two craps and a hula hoop about Jackson when he was alive, other than to be sad at what a talented child turned into, but I’ll tell you what I do care about. The Los Angeles Unified School District. And the Fire Department. And the Police Department. And [insert here any one of numerous public services funded by my tax dollars].
Los Angeles, along with the rest of the State of California, is completely broke. Bankrupt. Belly-up, busted, in the red, and gone to the wall. The city is struggling, cutting back on essential services, and raining pink slips on teachers like confetti. And we’re paying for the fucking security at a memorial service for a singer?
Once again, Los Angeles proves it knows the cost of everything and the value of nothing.
Here’s another blogger on this topic.