So Michael was good - let’s call it brilliant. For all he achieved, he was more than adequately rewarded. I confess that I have a couple of his DVDs. And CDs. The stuff he made before he turned himself into a freak show. Bizarre as it may be, I can even understand this from the perspective of the inadequacies that obviously haunted him. That is the only possible explanation for doing to himself what he did.
But why couldn’t he leave the kids alone? For all that he had going for him, why did he go down that route? As much as I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, the facts portrayed a different image.
So Michael was indeed good. He was brilliant. But he was not God. So forgive me for not worshipping him. Or not. I don’t really care.
Michael’s body will be donated to Lego. It will be melted down into plastic blocks so little kids can play with him for a change.
Michael has cancelled all upcoming dates. One is Thomas aged 9. Another is Dylan aged 6.
Michael’s last words as he was being driven to hospital: “Is there any room in the children’s ward?”
Reports of Michael Jackson dying is incorrect. He was caught in the children’s ward having a stroke.