MJ

Right. Big news of the day, Michael Jackson has passed away. A little bit of a shock there. Now all the speculation and the tributes will come pouring in. And no doubt blogs all over will have something to say.

No doubt also from those quarters which not too long ago were so delighted to crucify him.

I had always thought that he had lead an impossible life what with his eccentricities and how the media had portrayed him. He was strange no doubt but I have only always thought of him as a brilliant singer, songwriter, composer, dancer, choreographer and producer. With emphasis on production. The one massive talent he had that most people fail to recognise. As for his private life, well, it's his private life. I never cared. Not that there was much very private about it. He could have just simply given a massage chair a try and the press would be screaming he sleeps in one or more likely that he gets his rocks off from the chair.

He couldn't fart without anyone knowing and without someone trying to get it into a bottle.

Never mind the abuse scandal. That was weird. The press would have trampled over little old ladies to get their story and the devout fans would have lynched anyone who declared him guilty.

Now everyone will be gushing what a loss, what a tragedy and all that shit.

To gain the love, respect and even adulation he craved, perhaps the best thing he could have done was to die.

Rest in peace.

Gain the peace you never had while you walked this planet.