Well, loyal readers, (a.k.a. MYSELF)...

Micheal Jackson, the self-proclaimed (and justifiably so) "King of Pop" has died of an apparant heart attack. He was 51 years old. Those are the facts.

This is my slant:
Alright, old boy is dead. But come on man, I mean really, hasn't the dude been pretty much dead for a few years now? His career - certainly dead, or at least in a coma, some sort of dusty, vegetative state anyway. His nose, Christ Almighty! - Certainly deader than a doornail!
And the fucker was spiritually dead, no doubt. I mean that guy was chewed the fuck up, bad! Touched in the head if you will, and I don't wanna know where else the fucker was touched!
All thses sycophantic assholes are coming out of the woodwork praising this dickwad as some kind of... what? A GOD or some shit? Was or IS Micheal Jackson a fucking GOD!?
Get real, people. Would any of thses shitsucking cocksmokers have left thier kids alone with that kiddy-diddling pederast for any lenght of time? They're all making a big ass stink over a creep who had to pay some kid what was it? 20 million bucks to back off in court!!!!??? The dude had guiltykiddie fiend written all over him (prbably in red magic marker by little Timmy).

Anyway, FUCK Micheal Jackson. Fuck him and his sorry ass family and his "children" (speaking of which, does anybody really believe those were his kids? There aint nary a fucking smidge of black in those kids!
But look, I aint got no type of no problem with his kids or his family, although his folks did a real nice job of desttroying that guy mentally, physically and spiritually (Good Goin Jackson parents!), and I really don't give a squirt of piss one way or the other that the guy is dead, alive, or just surviving on a heavy regimen of strong narcotic painkillers, benzo and speed and staring at his brain through those 2 little holes in his face where a nose once was...
That's that and this is this..........................................

I'M GONNA RIDE THE BOOGIE ALL NIGHT LONG!!! Ah hee hee hee! dah! Sha-mone!