Another one bites the dust. Cruel isn’t it. No crueller than the world of drugs and the pitfalls of being an addict. Whitney Houston wasn’t a social drinker who enjoyed the occasional joint. She was a full blown pill popping, coke storting crackhead. Her career was in a shambles, her last concert tour bombed because her once pristeen voice had deteriorated to a raspy, out-of-key racket that had fans booing and walking out before the show was over. Of course, now that she’s dead the reaction from other celeberites has been predicatable. Saying wonderful things about her and what a wonderful person she was. Phooey!
Not too long ago, another prince of pop died from drug abuse, Michael Jackson. Of course, his problem was prescription drugs but nevertheless he’d been ingesting medication in volumes that would’ve kept the average elephant sedated. Once he’d passed, the media and famous people revelled in what a success and star he’d been. If memory serves me correctly, he was a drug addicted pedophile who bought his way out of going to prison. This infuriates me to no end. If either one of these two deceased addicts had’ve been average joes, no one would give a damn.
Drug addicts die everyday. Middle class and poor people who get hooked for one reason or another. They lose their families, their homes, sometimes turn into criminals and live on the streets. When they wind up in prison society says, “They deserved it! Throw the book at them!” And when they arrive at the morgue society says, “Just another dead crackhead!” But it seems to get swept under the rug if the addict is rich and famous. Oh sure, it makes for some bad headlines in the media. But bad headlines are better than no headlines at all if your career is stalled.
Addiction is a disease. It affects all walks of life. And it’s time we stopped candy coating it for society’s elite. Whitney Houston fell off of the rails and never got it together again. A voice like hers could’ve kept her on the charts for decade after decade. Instead she blew it, set a horrible example for her fans and winds up dead in a hotel room. And what do we do? Say wonderful things about her. Well not me. I’d be the first to congratulate her if she’d cleaned up, showed the world that people can change and became a shining light for those suffering from addictions everywhere. But she didn’t. Even with all that wealth and opportunity to do so. So I say, “Just another dead crackhead.” Think I’m being cruel? This blog is called “Telling it like it is.”