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I sound as mawkish and maudlin as any teeny bopper screaming Michael's name, but I will go to my grave believing that man died of a broken heart. In the end nothing could heal that broken heart. Not his children, his money, his fame, his fans, or his music.
Yesterday I listened to his song "Will You Be There?", and sadly, the answer was no. We were so busy trying to determine the paternity of his children, trying to figure out how much money he had and how to get our hands on it, taking bets on how many surgeries he'd really had, and trying out the next round of "Wacko Jacko" jokes, we forgot this was a real, feeling, hurting human being.
A human being who baldly asked us, begged us, pleaded with us to love him, to accept him, to listen to him.
What did we do?
Pointed and giggled at a caricature of our own creation....shook our heads at such a tragic sight...Passed judgement on a person we treated as property rather than a person.
And today? Trumpeted from the rooftops what a great man he was......the first 48 hours after his death.
Even in death his life is being picked at like a scab.
Now? He is being scolded because he, allegedly, never legally adopted his children...has, allegedly, left his father without a cent in his will.
In other words? Same bullshit, different day.