
Jeez, Michael Jackson is dead. Excuse me for not getting on the "Aw, Michael Jackson is dead" train. I've always been of a mind that "Jacko" died a long time ago. Yep. I am a member, in firm standing, of the Michael-Jackson-Was-Murdered-And-Substituted-By-An-Alien-Who-Took-His-Form persuasion.
Which leads me to think the Michael Jackson autopsy will be a grim affair indeed ...
Sorta like that scene from John Carpenter's "The Thing" ...
Yeah, OK. I know that's cruel. His music -- a highly synthesized, Quincy Jonezed mutation of Smokey Robinson -- ain't my cup of tea, but I can recognize his musical and performance genius. The truth is, Jackson has gone to a very dark place for the last 15 years or so. Thinking he's been replaced by an alien parasite is a more comforting thought.
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