Hardeep not Hard Up for Hologram MICHAEL JACKSON

OK, that does seem like some kind of porn name, but the NY Post's Hardeep Phull wasn't hard, deep or feeling full, after watching the Michael Jackson hologram promo-show in "honor" of the stale demos cooked up and served up on a fresh CD.

It's nice to know that at least a few people in the media have the guts to call a faded spade a faded spade, and not bow down to corporate greed and pretend the "new" Michael Jackson album is any good.

This reminds me of Weird Al Yankovic daring to make fun of one of the anemic John Lennon songs that the surving Beatles (and the wonderful Mr. ELO Lynne) tried to stir to life with a lot of instrumental soup and harmony.

BUT...it does seem that only blacks get the wide-eyed spook treatment...as in, "Am I seein' a GHOST? Feet, do yo stuff..." The hologram of Tupac. The hologram of Jacko. You'd never see such shit allowed on John Lennon...just the release of badly recorded (couldn't John afford a decent tape recorder) demos and forgettable babbling to little Sean (audio glimpses of John at home that nobody would want to hear twice).

But all racism aside, how pathetic does it get, when you computer-generate a cartoony image of a dead person, and pretend he's actually there, and alive. This slick seance stupidity really is "Demeaning," as Hardeep headlined it. All this was, was a second-rate 3D cartoon image of Jackson "dancing" with a chorus line of jerks doing aerobics. PS, aren't we TIRED of people doing synchronized aerobics and pretending it's dancing??

At least with those dreadful Elvis impersonators, you know it's a lame tribute, and that's how it's presented. Holograms are pretending the dead have come back to life. You're supposed to trick yourself into believing in ghosts. Which is all too sadly part of our teetering culture as we head toward oblivion. The Muslims have become a powerful and feared religion precisely because of how backward they are, and how fiercely they stick their heads in the sand (as long as it's facing Mecca). They believe in ghosts -- at least, they believe you die and go to heaven and fuck virgins and eat goat meat. They believe in an invisible friend who they won't even picture, but who somehow urges them to practice genocide and abuse women and chew on mind-numbing marijuana-like plants, and indulge in suicide bombing and intolerance of others.

Spook show holograms and an almost religious obsession with useless shits like Tupac and Michael only prove how desperate some people are to believe in somebody, or to call somebody KING...even if it's just "King of Pop."

Let's be real. Jackson was a creepy little freak when he was 12, singing "I Want you Back" like some kind of castrati pining for his own balls. Then he grew up into a moderately tolerable pest, as Sammy Davis Jr. was, who could sing and dance. Then he "invented" the moonwalk, which was amusing once or twice.

Then, with the help of Quincy Jones, he produced ONE decent album with maybe TWO songs on it that in any way survive into this century. After that, he wrote and sang garbage, including an antisemitic number he never apologized for. He spent his spare time playing with chimps, little boys, ridiculous excessive spending on junk even Citizen Kane would've spat on, and The Beatles catalog that he backstabbed McCartney to get. King of WHAT? The King has no clothes, and neither did some of his little bedmates.

Hologram? Horror show!