Joyanna Adams

Nobody’s Perfect: Dr. Conrad Murray VS The Cleaning Lady

Nobody’s Perfect

This week’s &$*% -ups (minus, of course, Herman Cain’s ongoing sex scandal of the month) are between a Doctor of Medicine, and a cleaning lady, who wishes to remain anonymous, although Nobody wishes she would come forth…I really do.

I’d like to give her a medal for doing the world a favor.

They were both hired to do certain jobs, and they both managed to make some rather big mistakes, according to their peers.

FIRST: We have Dr. Conrad Murray, the Houston cardiologist who watched a pop star named Michael Jackson basically drug himself into the Twilight Zone and beyond daily. Dr. Murray was the “doctor” who would give Michael all the drugs he wanted, and he was paid handsomely for it.  

Wait…did I say that?

Was Dr. Conrad…(cough, cough) actually Michael Jackson’s pusher? If ordering about a million gallons of propofol, (the stuff they use to “put” you under for surgery) and then shipping it to your many girlfriend’s houses, where you could pick it up in your brand new sports car is any indication that Dr. Conrad was doing it for the money…then you’d have to say..uh..yeah. Dr. Conrad:pusher.

And that’s what the Jury found: Dr. Conrad was guilty of not doing his job.

A guard said Murray was concerned with packing up and hiding medicine bottles and IV equipment before telling him to call 911. Prosecutors said Murray was distracted while Jackson was sedated, citing Murray’s cell phone records to show he made numerous calls.

Yep. Calling for help was the LAST thing on the good doctor’s mind, because out of the many phone calls he made, not one of them was for “help” when he suspected that Michael was not breathing.

They gave him…four years.

Actually, this Nobody can see the mistake. Michael was obviously an alien. They revealed that little secret in the movie “Men in Black.” Still, even aliens need compassion.  

If the doctor goes to jail in California..he will be out in…five hours, or five days. He lost his medical license–but hey…he can always get a job in the Obama administration as a phone rep.

SECOND: They wouldn’t give us her name. It seems, some very sensible woman, looked at a large piece of junk, and saw that the pan on the bottom had some stains in it. It was her job to clean it up. The problem was the rubber looking bed pan was made to look like it had a stain in it, because the title of the piece of junk was :  “When it starts dripping from the Ceiling.” At the bottom of the pan was some painted on…dried rainwater.

She took her trusty cleaner, and scrubbed the “patina” off and now, the $1 million dollar art object which was in the Ostwall Museum: somewhere none of us will EVER go, is ruined. The German artist Martin Kippenberger is dead, so he can’t come and fix it.

To many of us nobodies around the world, that cleaning lady did us all a big favor. One less piece of “modern” art in the world is one less we have to look at and pretend we don’t think it’s a big rip-off.  

So, Dr. Conrad was NOT doing his job. The cleaning lady was. She was hired to clean. To her that rubber mat looked like a bedpan…and it was her job to clean it. Besides, that’s what the rich (who have never had to clean a bedpan) get…their just reward. Too many of them are facinated by poor’s people’s “junk.” Nobody Thinks they want to display it in their homes and museums so that they can remind themselves once again, how really rich they are.

That’s what happens when the rich treat their “servants” like trash. You could easily make a new bedpan…take you about ten minutes. You can’t make another Michael Jackson.

November 7, 2011 - Posted by Joyanna Adams | humor | Art, Humor, Michael Jackson