Really? "Michael we'll miss you" ?... Our dear departed Michael I've missed you since 1992. You see you miss someone when they are gone not just rotting… he was launched into outer fucking space to planet-crazy on a pop-culture rocket decades ago and it is at that point that I truly mourned for him. Why are all the lost souls and their void fillers in the media worshiping this guy like a new black to white Jesus, who tortured his own face like Roman guards? I have missed his talent and his sanity for longer than most of Jackos delicious jail baits have been alive. You see, I will not miss his Oxy guzzling, preteen ass-spelunking, post-modern zombie skin bleaching, blanket dangling, face fucked by NASA crazy once black ass. To esteem him in every moment up until death and beyond is a Holy-abomination to the whole concept of respect and mourning. Get a life, grow up and moon walk your way out of never-never land into reality and try to start walking with the Earth again as it spins underneath the slick bottoms of your penny loafers. I will miss the large bear cub family I left in the toilet this morning after my ceremonial cup-of-joe more than Jack. I will miss the trillions of dollars we’ve all spent on stimulating banker’s unwashed taints. I will miss Neda Agha-Soltan who was shot through the heart in Tehran even before she had a chance to write a hit album or rape a child with the help of spiked cool-aid named after ole doughnut-hands. I had a lot more in common with her. I will miss Robert Mcnamara who decided to throw his gemmed glove into the Cuban-missile crisis instead of a kiddie pools filled with Pilipino boys cream’d corns. I will miss never being able to hear new ways to laugh at the world from Vonnegut, Updike, and Foster-Wallace. I will miss the scrilla I just threw down on my $160 bi-monthly health premium. I will miss the $30 in wallet marrow I just burned up in my gas tank. I will miss all the non-pop-idol troops lost fighting for my ability to relentlessly trash celebrities and public officials without hesitation…*coughs* online.. I will miss Judas, Hussein and Dahmer more than post-rape wacko-jacko. We had more to learn from their software version of insane. I mean an infinitely talented man steamrolled and gang-clustfucked by fame and a blood thirsty society is nothing new or special. I will miss the man Michael could have been if left alone with maybe some serious help. I mourn for the society-beheaded sad once king of pop. I mourn for the lost opportunity that was his life and I send my condolences to those in his family who knew who he truly was deep down before he was beaten by Dad and society to a pulp of pop culture grease. I respect and praise holy the man who at one time first gave little 7 year old me the idea that perhaps someone else could indeed be way cooler than Jesus and Joseph Smith. Almost walking on water this guy, a man, a mere mortal with way sweeter hymns a true King among men/women. I’ve missed this cooler than Mormon Jesus guy ever since but allowed myself to cut that praise off when it started to become rancid and toxic.
To be fair if now is a time to remember him I raise my 2nd cup of joe to Michael Joseph Jackson the little boy from Indiana with a fiery talent few can ever spark in themselves. It is with deference that I acknowledge that after many unfortunate circumstances of a life a man spread over time became a figure liken to Dr. Wacko-Jacko and Mr Hyde(the king of pop). All the while I throw my cup in the air to you but still keeping my eyes solidly level on the shit, issues and people that truly matter and demand my attention and forward thinking respect. Thanks Michael, and no thanks Jacko.
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