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Michael Jackson's memorial was today. This whole situation is hard for me. I don’t know why. Pre-death I wasn’t a “fan”. By that I mean, I appreciated his music and acknowledged his impact on the world, but I couldn’t lump myself into the fan category. His death really didn’t affect me at first, and now I can’t go 5 minutes without breaking down into tears of rage, sadness, and anger. Rage, because no matter how much evidence is presented against the charges, people still label this man a pedophile. I feel sadness, because we lost a truly good man; a man who cared and loved people with all of his being, whether he knew you for five minutes or five years. Anger because I didn’t appreciate him enough before he passed.
Michael broke down racial barriers. He changed the face of music forever. He was an extraordinary man with extraordinary talents. He was humble and sincere. I challenge you to find another person so compassionate, tender, and kind. Good luck, ‘cause it’s not gonna happen.
I’m so angry at people who continue to shit on this man’s reputation and memory. You think he’s was pedophile? That’s okay; I think you’re a moron. I have no evidence to back up my opinion, but, neither do you. This man spent most of his adult life trying to fill in the gaping hole that should have been filled by his childhood experiences. This included sleepovers, games, fun, and parties with his friends, the only people he could identify with, children. MJ even said he NEVER SLEPT IN THE SAME BED as the kids. He was recorded in an interview saying that he SLEPT ON THE FLOOR. ON. THE. FUCKING. FLOOR. while the children slept on his bed.
I’m so angry at the media for tearing this man apart, even after death. The name “Jacko” is such a disgusting name and I’ve seen it used so much these past few days. It is UNBELIEVABLY disrespectful and RUDE. So he was different, and “weird”. Like Phonte said, wouldn’t you be a little weird too if you weren’t allowed to grow up and was psychologically and physically abused as a child?
Whether or not you believe the charges brought against Michael, the world lost a great man with immense talent. We’ll never see that level of brilliance and kindness ever again. I’m so sad I couldn’t appreciate that before, when he was alive. Please have a little respect for those who are mourning. For some of us it feels like our best friend has died. And no matter what you believe, he was someone’s brother, son, father, and friend, so have a little class and respect. Give us time to grieve over such an earth-shattering loss. We’re all devastated and wounded. I often find myself whispering “I’m sorry, so, so, so very sorry,” while I’m crying. I guess apologizing to Michael for all the shit he had to deal with when he was alive.
Many people frown on “Converted Fans”. I frown upon myself for being one. I should have stood behind this man while he was alive and he’ll never know how much people like me, miss and love him.
I’m sorry if this post is crazy and all over the place and hard to read. Typing through sobs isn’t an easy task.
Long live the King of Pop. Long live the King of Performance. Long live the King of Dancing. Long live the King of Love. Long live the King of Compassion. Long live the King.
Long live the King.
Jessica a.k.a.
farfalla_dolce just texted me that Martin Bashir admitted that he lied. I think my level of disgust has multiplied tenfold. Why does it take a DEATH to guilt someone into telling the truth? Why’d they have to make this man suffer when he was alive? What the FUCK did Michael Jackson ever EVER do to your sorry ass Martin? A fire, find one, and die in it. Fucker.