Are you fucking kidding me? For the last twenty or so years of his life, Michael Jackson was a human punchline, a perennial cornucopia of pedophile jokes, sexual ambiguity, shock-photos, and urban legend. Where the fuck was all this "King of Pop" idolatry when he was still alive?

I liked Michael's music but I'm not a super-fan or anything. But when I started seeing all this nostalgic bullshit sprouting up, I was like "What the fuck is this? Am I the only one who remembers how big a bunch of assholes everyone was to this guy for the last two decades?" And hell, maybe he was a pedophile creep, I don't know.

I just think that maybe if the media had expressed a little more of this Michael-crush when he was still alive, he wouldn't have been stressed out and doped up to the point of exploding his heart. Of course he was always really troubled obviously so an early end probably wasn't too unexpected.

I don't mean to belittle the tragedy of a man's untimely passing, but the outright hypocrisy of the mainstream media makes me sick. Dying might have been the best thing to happen to Michael Jackson in a long long time.

Didn't mean to offend the Michael fans out there, but you guys have gotta understand where I'm coming from right? Why is it that sometimes a guy's gotta croak before the world can stop laughing at him and show some appreciation? I guess we're all just a bunch of fucking cannibals in the end, because our laughing at the stupid jokes put him in the grave just as surely as the unclever douche bags who made the jokes in the first place.

And it wouldn't upset me so much if the majority of people simply said, "Good, another freak down the drain," at least that wouldn't be hypocritical. And I have heard some of that on the street. This is probably the same argument some people brought up when Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, Elvis Presley, Tupac, Biggie, and whatever other big famous people died. Well the lesson to learn here is, never become famous.