The King of Pop

Like many of his fans worldwide, I was stunned by the death of Michael Jackson he died so young, and even though he was right in front of us for so many years, we never really knew him.

Since his sudden death last week, not a day has gone by where you dont hear his name spoken in casual conversation by a stranger, hear one of his recordings on the radio, or see his image on television. People all over the world have nothing but words of praise and adoration for the late, great, King of Pop.

It leaves a bad taste in my mouth.


People are full of such hypocrisy.


a month ago, a year ago, and even further back still, whenever the name of Michael Jackson was spoken, you could be sure that it was a result of a joke. People loved to caricature the way he danced, his preoccupation with Chimps, Lamas, and little boys. People teased the many faces of Jackson, whom The New York Post gleefully referred to as "WACKO JACKO" People ridiculed him for being a grown up Peter Pan who created his own world, "NEVERLAND" and refused adults access into it.

Unless you happened to be a Hollywood Icon like Liz Taylor, or Marlon Brando.

Up until recently, Many African Americans called him a "sellout" an Imitation Black Man, who hated his own race so much that he used his great wealth to physically change himself into the object of his adoration.

A Caucasian Male.

Complete with a dimple in his chin.


If this wasnt bad enough, he even managed to buy himself some White Children, just to complete his fantasy.


Yep, a month ago, Michael Jackson was a wacked out, crouch grabbing, child molesting, Peter Pan wannabe whose time had passed.

Now, "Everybody Loves him" "Everybody was influenced by him" "Everybody will miss him".

I hate how hypocritical the world is...

It would have been NICE to know before Mike died that he was such a humanitarian that he gave MILLIONS, more than any other celeb to various charities around the world.

That would have been nice to hear.
But you only find out about the good stuff about someone when they die.

It would be nice, for once, to celebrate people while they LIVE.