Michael Jackson Eulogy

Three children that we know of, Paris, Prince and "Blanket," can all breathe a sigh of relief that the fall of Mankind in Eden spelled a death sentence for us all, otherwise Michael Jackson would still be alive. And there are other children too, who will doubtless come out from hiding, who will rejoice along with myself that Michael Jackson is at last dead. God has said "I do not delight in the death of the wicked but want all men to be saved." God said that. I didn't. This is just one of the many ways that God and myself differ. I do delight in the death of the wicked and Michael Jackson was one of the most heinous human beings, or at least people with human DNA, who, up until today, ever lived. He liked to frighten children in order to get them to seek his comfort from the monsters he would present to them in order to frighten them. They would come to him so he could protect them from himself. But they were kids, they didn't know they were being fucked with. Once he did whatever he would do with their penises, it isn't likely that he then asked them to marry him in order to assuage their trauma that will last forever until they too die. No, he sent them home and brought in another batch to seduce and traumatize and ruin. He fucked with everything he came in contact with, including himself. He turned himself into a noseless, colorless, corpse. He was as lifeless in life as Andy Warhol was, but not as virtuous as Andy Warhol was. Andy Warhol never associated with children. It would never have occured to him. Little else occured to Michael Jackson. I know sane, well meaning people who actually say Michael Jackson was a child himself, that he could only relate to children. This is what they say. And apparently they mean it. In my world these people are called saps. Michael Jackson was a monster who spent his life creating more monsters. Who I am sure will slowly come crawling out from under the porches they are hiding under and have plenty of un-childlike things to reveal about their former playmate. None of it nice. So Michael Jackson is dead, so that means his pastime of presenting his penis to children is over. Which is good. So let's give Lucifer a handclap: he made it possible for Michael Jackson to die.