This morning, I woke up feeling as though I am starring in “The Emperor’s New Clothes.” I cannot watch one more broadcast honoring “the great man,” Michael Jackson. Great musician and dancer, sure…but a great man? 
Today, I plan to hang a baby over a balcony, sleep in a bed with a few little boys, and pay their families $23 million in order to make them go away. I’ll also wrap the faces of all the children in my neighborhood in scarves…should I go on? 
I repeat, YES, he was a great talent. But so were The Beatles, Sinatra, Judy Garland, Miles Davis, and Elvis to name a few. I just don’t get how we have turned a strange alleged child molester into a tragic hero. What do you tell your children? “Be nice to the weird man next door who gives you a glass of merlot and shows you his pee-pee?" I guess it’s men like him who make America great.
P.S. Where were all these doting “fans” and news reporters who didn’t support Michael when he was alive, to the point where he had to flee to Dubai? 