Gary, Indiana not Louisiana Paris, France, New York or Rome…

I know that everyone is running around talking smack about Michael Jackson or crying like a baby. We were all taught to respect the dead and not say anything bad about them.  But I’m going to get it out of my system, some sort of purge, if you must label it:

MJ was brilliant. This man created words like shomon or PYT and used slang like tenderoni in songs before LOL or evoo. Don’t get me started about Jesus Juice….

Who else could have hits with Mick Jagger, Sheryl Crow, Slash and Paul McCartney? Anyone who worked with him was guaranteed a hit.  Hello, Sheryl Crow toured with him before Tuesday Night Music Club, before all the grammys, and those were her legs in the Dirty Diana video. He put Vincent Price on the song Thriller…and it sold…big time.  

Who else could rock one glove? Kanye West couldn’t.  Who else could be in a music video with a glittery sequined shirt, sequined pants and boots, and a Jheri curl in front of a strobe light and not be considered gay? Michael fucking Jackson did.   

Angelina Jolie had nothing on his charitable contributions. The man wrote We are the World and Heal the World and put his money where his mouth his. He had one fucking house, granted it was a big one, but he opened it up to kids. There was none of this running around buying a house in every fucking country. He stayed at hotels or friends’ houses and he donated so much cash, even now from his will. He only had 3 kids, not a litter. I don’t care if his kids aren’t his or whatever.  Those kids made their own beds and were respectful. He had kids of every color, every size, every sickness, over to his house for parties and movies.

Michael Jackson grew up fast.  He was 11 years old when he sang on the Ed Sullivan show. Before that, the Jackson Five was the opening band at dance halls and strip clubs. Yes, I said strip clubs, and he was singing songs about love, sex, emotions, and jealousy. Not to mention, he endured the beatings from his dad.  So I could see why he named his entire enclave Neverland. Chasing after that childhood innocence for all those years and being around children, sure he looked like a pedophile. But if I had a choice of letting my son spend time with Michael Jackson or let my daughter spend time with one of the Jonas Brothers, I would pick MJ.  Promise ring my ass.

He was, and always will be, the King of Pop.  This man united people from all countries way before Madonna did.  There was Michael mania, worse than the Beatles, even worse than the George Clooney, Brad Pitt or Robert Pattinson. There was pandemonium wherever he went.  And it wasn’t like girls were chasing after him, it was kids,  and everyone of every age. He was respected, and he will be sorely missed. But for me, my heart will hold a place for him, the black MJ, the white MJ, the Wacko Jacko, all of him. And his music will always speak to me.