Michael Jackson died of an overdose of propofol, lorazepam and midazolam. If you read his bio in Wikipedia, you’d think some men in black strapped him down and “administered” the drugs to him against his will. Wrong! He actually injected himself with the propofol, and popped those other two in pill form the way some of us eat M&M’s. I took a couple of videos of the memorial at his star on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams. What a hoot!
On a more basic level, I can’t help but posit the question, “How can anyone, besides immediate family, grieve over the death of this man?” He was a monster. Just because he was cleared of charges of molestation, that still doesn’t take into account that he had to pay hush money to his first accuser. One can’t help but wonder how many other accusers there were in his closet? How much of his fortune was devoted to keeping the wolves at bay? Let’s pause for another brief video.
Let’s leave this sad story on a brighter note. Remember the time he appeared in court in his pajamas’ with his nose falling off? That picture has been splayed all over the Internet until it’s yesterday’s news ten times over. Here’s another one where you can see the spots where he glued the fake nose on. Much creepier than the other one because you can see how dead he is inside by looking at his eyes.