Michael Jackson is still alive. Well, I am choosing to believe so, because I refuse to admit the harrowing truth. I never liked his music very much until I turned 18. Before that, all I could appreciate was his close-up pelvic-thrusting, atop a car, in the music video for Black or White. Ooh, baby.
Now, my interest is centered on the man himself, who he was: just a misunderstood, quirky, over-sensitive drug addict. Harmless, really. I am basing this opinion solely on keen observation, and have come up with a basic analysis of the King of Pop.
Let me break down the issue here.
Michael was just looking for friendships in the wrong places. He was hurt over events that happened when he was a child, that he never got enough therapy to overcome. So, he sat there, at 40 years old in some fantasy-land stupor, eyes glazed, talking about ponies and rainbows and ferris wheels.
All he wanted was love and he knew his fans loved him more than anyone else. His obsession with children stemmed from his admiration over their innocent love for the world, their joy, their happiness, etc. He coveted that, and wished to live vicariously through them.
I think he had up such a facade. It was apparent in the way that he spoke: like a child. He totally over-accentuated that baby talk to make him appear as vulnerable as he probably felt. In his mind, he was always being victimized. My theory is that he led a secret life full of drugs. I personally believe cocaine is to blame for the fact that his nose had to be attached to his face by a series of supports.
His nose was eroded away from drug use, mostly. No one could be that vain, come on, it had to be something more than childhood insecurity that made him do that. Also, he was like 100 pounds and 5’11’. What the heck, right? Again: drug use.
The only logical way that he could tour the world and remain energetic, was likely drugs of all sorts. Rumor has it, that he had lupus and various other rare diseases; plus transient insomnia caused by stress and abusing prescription drugs. The guy was a physical wreck, along with all his mental instabilities.
As far as the child molestation thing goes, that guy couldn’t molest anyone. He was framed because he was the perfect candidate: hermit, odd, living alone, older man with tons of money: PERFECT. So, the kids lied for the adults and poor Michael was in a world of dog crap.
It boggles my mind that people are still out there, ferociously fighting via YouTube comments about how he was a pervert and molester, so on and so forth. No. Just, no.
Anyway, I love his music and legacy despite the apparent lunacy. Whatever. He was as weird as they come, and the world needs strange, eccentric, stylish people to keep it revolving. Good thing he’s still alive 😉
La Vie Boheme!