Michael Jackson is dead. He was the king of pop, a child prodigy, probably the most talented entertainer the world has ever seen, a global superstar who broke down barriers of age, of color, of race, and yet, there is the controversial side to him too...the plastic surgery wacko jacko who bleached his skin and was accused of being a pedophile, a man who drank so much and took prescription painkillers to numb whatever strange life he had as a paparazzi-hunted adult, and as a world famous sheltered and abused kid star...I am glad his pain is over, but I am sad he never made his comeback...His legacy is his music and that will outlive all the other stuff that went along with him, I believe...In my neighborhood of Prospect Heights Brooklyn, the street is constant with his music just as I am sure it is in all the rest of the world...My friends North and Stem both texted me immediately once Jackson's death was announced...The Apollo has been constant with tributes to him...It is like a mecca for those who want to share their grief...I don't think any one person could have this effect on the whole world or that any one person will ever achieve this superstardom ever again...God bless Michael Jackson...May he find peace in his afterlife...
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