Here Come The Buzzards

Michael Jackson has not been dead for one hundred hours,and here come the buzzards,flying over the carrion of his soul.
Rabbi Boteach and spiritualist Chopra and other experts who know nothing (forgive the obvious contradiction) yakking as if they know,yakking as if they care.
Boteach and Chopra prattle on about their friend Michael. Really? A friend would have stepped in and stopped the drug usage,the needless plastic surgery, a friend would have let Michael seek real counseling to erase the demons of the horrible life perpetrated upon him by his father.
He will never rest in peace as long as there is a dime to be made, a lecture fee to be collected, a television camera to be focused on his "friends". May we all be spared such friends.