A Day of Yaw… Er, Mourning
So, yeah… Michael Jackson is dead.
Meh.
Look, I know there are billions of European social misfits crying their eyes out over the tradegy dejour, but personally, I’m not sad that he’s dead.
There, I said it. I’m not sad. Now I’m not going to be so callous as to say I’m happy about it. That would be pretty stupid. But I definitely won’t miss any of the freak show that his life became post-Thriller. His presence will be forgotten in a matter of days by me and plenty of others who always cringed internally and threw up a little in our mouths each time we saw a picture of his face.
Sorry if you had a rough life, Mike. Wish you could’ve handled it better.
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