This is no fucking joke. Inspect and verify for the next few days before it’s back to Chris Brown stories.
This is quite the fucking bandwagon that’s rolling down the hill of pathos. Why wasn’t anyone lauding the man like this when he was alive? Wouldn’t that be the actual fitting tribute? Why wasn’t Solange Knowles speaking so candidly when Michael was in fucking court? When he was being pulled out in his jam-jams on molestation charges? Where was Gladys Knight then? Hmmmmmmmm, Diddy?
This is what had to happen. Michael Jackson had to die; that was the only action that could absolve the sin of monkey weirdness and sluggish comebacks and manage to miraculously iron out the irony from a Jeff Koons work (which is the true miracle of this funeral march). He was going to pay for his Media Transgressions with his fucking life; then, and only then, would he be called a visionary. As opposed to a pedophile.
Do yourself a favor, and preface every MJ-related sentence you hear in the Touching Michael Tribute rigamarole with the phrase “Now that he’s dead.” That way, your sentences won’t be lying to you any more.