Okay, so Michael Jackson died yesterday, and all over the blogs, people are all, like, oh boohoohoo!! Michael's dead! So sad! He was a genius! Gone before his time!
Um, hello? The guy was a pedophile who like to "adopt" little boys and stick his hands down their underwear. And before anybody can jump in here and say, "They never proved it!" Um, honey? The reason "they" never "proved" it is because he paid off his victims.
Any grown man (and I use that term loosely, considering the subject matter) who invites prepubescent boys to live with him and sleep in the same bed with him is not someone deserving of respect. And I'm not even going to get into what I think about those boys' parents.
Yes, the guy was brilliant. Yes, he made some absolutely unforgettable music. Man in the Mirror was a personal favorite of mine.
But he was also a sick bastard.
In my opinion.
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Yeah, but he's dead. Deadness makes everyone a little more saintly.
I agree with Bridgett. Death makes people forget all the bad stuff you've done your whole life. I'm relieved he's gone. Whether or not he's a pedophile, I'm not sure, but he was obviously suffering inside for a long, long time. He hasn't been a brilliant genius and all that for about 20 years.
I was a fan of his in the 80s and early 90s - Thriller was one of my first cassettes, and I liked Man in the Mirror and The Girl is Mine...But in the past decade qnd a half, the publicity has rarely been positive.
But, he was young-ish and died unexpectedly. I am sorry for that and for his family.
You know, it's kind of like Woody Allen - I used to (kinda, sorta) enjoy Woody Allen movies, until he started sleeping with his stepdaughter, and then I couldn't watch anything he made.
I guess I'm just judgmental like that. Being a genius doesn't excuse being a creep, in my book.
Amen, amen, amen.
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