Michael Jackson, superstar child singer turned adult pervert, has once again captured our attention. More important than the specifics of which child he showed pornography to or masturbated in front of is why such a beast would be elevated to a position of worship.

The following is the typical reasoning behind our devotions to Hollywood figures: We give up our energy to our Hollywood idols through handing over our spare change for their music which drifts us into an emotional trance away from our problems.

We worship the singer, or any powerful figure, as a god because they provide the continuous stream of distraction that we desperately seek. By pumping Hollywood figures up into this godlike status they serve therefore as an authority on acceptable behavior because a god can do no wrong.

Once their horrible deeds are found out, and even punished, the message is already sent that it is acceptable to be a pedophile, or to beat your wife, or whatever other actions the god reveals to his beholden masses.

That is why the sky fell in on the whole world when Billy Clinton had an intern lick his penis. A United States President—a leader of the world and a married man—whom we all looked up to as a person of the highest standards, brought the higher aspirations in life to a standstill when he also became a superstar to the perverts.

The moral machinery of the world started grinding again, but in reverse, when the whole disgusting event was chalked up and justified that "what a man does in his personal life does not matter," and "we all make mistakes".