I remember when I first heard the 80's Michael Jackson. I hated him. Then I loved him. I loved everything he did, I loved how cheesy the whole Beat It gang fight was. Hated the gloves, hated the floods, hated the military jackets and the red ones. Loved the videos, loved the music. I've never understood the plastic surgery, because he was so cute. It was a sad and strange obsession. I also think he had a sad and horrifying childhood. A freaky ambitious father that heaped on all sorts of abuse. I can't imagine what his childhood was like, but I watched him destroy himself and fight off one child molestation case after another. I can't believe that it's all misunderstandings and to acquit time after time was frightening. I tend to believe that where there's smoke, there's fire. I've been heartbroken about all of the victims that came of this. I hope his children will be okay. I hope they can find a way to deal with the tragedy in their lives. Heal and find some normalcy.
I am sadden by the loss of Michael Jackson. I felt he was slipping away long ago, but his death at such a young age is very, very, sad. I hope he's found peace.
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