We Are The World…minus Jacko

Having made fun of the whole “we are the world” celebrity sing-a-long back in the day—written by Michael Jackson and Lionel Richie when they actually made music people listened to—I find it even funnier that they are doing a remake. Not Michael of course, unless his death was just a hoax like Elvis Presley’s and he’s running around in his skinny wader pants with his Sergeant Pepper jacket on, looking for his nose.

With all the rappers along for the ride who can’t carry a tune cause they’re too busy carrying guns, I wonder who will be singing melody. I hope it’s not Miley Cyrus, who also can’t carry a tune, with or without a conceal carry license. Her father was a one hit wonder and a mullet fashionista, but a great singer he was not.

Then there is the strange combination of Celine Dion, the Jonas Brothers, and some guys named, Ice tea or Ice bucket or Icy Hot. Another was called Sam I am or something equally weird. I wonder what in the world their parents named them that was so bad they had to come up with these lame nicknames. At least Michael Jackson kept his birth name. He didn’t keep anything else he was born with: hair, nose, lips, skin…but he did keep his name. He could have taken on the persona of Silky Smooth, or Iceberg or Chilly Lake, but he stayed with the name his momma gave him. It’s probably the only way she recognized him in later years.

The We Are the World extravaganza just seems so egotistical. These musicians are going to change the world by singing a happy song. The people of Haiti will all be holding hands and swaying to the music, or would that be the shock waves, so thankful to American celebrities for saving them from total destruction.

I guess I should be thankful that celebrities put on a big show of caring about others at least once in a while. It gives me hope for world peace and sends tingly sensations down my arms. Just like when I listen to Mr. Obama say, “Let me be clear, make no mistake, unprecedented change is coming!”