I don’t usually touch stuff like this, because I really don’t care much about celebrities and what they do, but I like to attack faulty reasoning and “sheeple”, so I’ll do it this time.
Folks, the hard truth is that a drug addict died at a relatively young age. This same thing happens countless times in our country and all over the world each and every day. Just because she was able to sing like the wind is no reason to herald her death any more than we would a poor person who left three kids behind in the ghetto.
Whitney Houston is a household name. I do realize that, and I greatly appreciate her voice and even her music. She wasn’t a B-List star, that’s for sure. But, just like Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, and Jani Lane of Warrant, drugs and booze proved deadly. Sure, we lost a great talent, but we didn’t lose a hero. We, as a society, didn’t experience a tragedy.
A tragedy is when a cop or fireman dies while saving people; a tragedy is when babies get neglected by their parents; a tragedy when horrible things happen to great people. Whitney could carry a tune and had a spectacular set of pipes, but that doesn’t make her a great person. I didn’t know her, but I know she had a drug problem and now she’s dead. Surprised? I’d be a fool if I were. It’s just as simple as connecting the dots. It was coming.
Today I literally got called a dick when I posted my views on Facebook. No, I’m not jumping on the bandwagon and pretending I was a huge Whitney fan and that I’ll be spending the next three days listening to the Bodyguard soundtrack, wondering what the hell went wrong.
I know what went wrong. Everyone does.
As I said, I can appreciate the loss, and I understand that it’s horrible someone so talented died so young. It’s sad, it really is. But, let’s keep it where it belongs, on the back page of the newspaper. There are far worse things happening within miles of you, every single day.