Back in the really old days, he and his family had some hits. Not long after that, he did some solo shit where people thought he was the cutesy little black kid with some neat songs. He eventually became a major teen star, had some hits, did some dancing, blah blah blah.
Then he went fucking nuts. He dive bombed and turned into the world's greatest joke. He was the laughing stock of the sensible populace.
He was germaphobe living in an airtight suit, wearing face masks. A plastic surgeon's wet dream continually getting his face carved until he was disfigured to the point that his momma wouldn't recognize him without being able to identify him by seeing a birthmark on his dick.
He was never convicted, but come on. A grown 'man' sleeping with other people's children? Even if he never did 'touch' them, that is just wrong.
He was crazy, and everyone who didn't laugh at him still shook their head in disbelief.
But now that he's dead he's the greatest entertainer [cough], the greatest dancer [right], the greatest peacemaker [uh-huh] to ever walk the earth. He's Ghandi, Buddha, Moses, Mohamed, Sammy Davis Jr,. Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra and yes, even Jeebus himself all rolled in to one.
All I can say is that I'm glad this shit is almost over. His family will continue to make money off his dead ass. CD's are selling like hotcakes. There are books to be written - with the family's help of course, documentaries to be filmed, movies to be made, and well, you get the picture. This shit will get perpetuated for years to come. But I'll be saving my money.
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