I am evil
I am. Bring on the holy water, the garlic and grab a stake.
Why do I feel this way, you ask? Because yes, yesterday Michael Jackson passed away at the age of 50…and I don’t care.
I mean, I feel bad for his family and all and he did have children but yeah…
This impacts my life not at all. He left some great music behind and a whole lotta weirdness. I pretty much gave up caring about Michael Jackson around nineteen eighty …wait, I never did care about Michael Jackson.
And this is why I am evil. I think that his legacy isn’t one of just music but one shrouded in ugly innuendo and out right accusation. First, he was an accused child molester, not once but a few times. Makes you stop and go hmmmm. Second, what did he DO to his face??? Third, his behavior with his children was off beat and somewhat nutso. So yeah, he was not a celebrity I would have had in my home by choice. Sorry he died. 50 is too young but I am not torn up about it.
Go ahead, throw stones.
I never was a fan, even back when he was at the top of the charts. (I was about the only one in my 6th grade classroom not gaga over him!) Over the years he’s proven himself to be a sleazy, gross, bizarre, man-boy eva. The world is mourning this “icon” but none talk about the not so nice things he did, the money he’s paid out to keep people quiet and the fact that he molests children. Yeah, so not gonna miss the guy.