Gonna tell you once again...who's dead?

OK, so I'm not going to make a load of bad Jacko-death jokes because they've been done to death (no pun intended) and that's not what this is about. But I'm going to blog about Michael Jackson's death. I bet I'm one of only a handful of people who will do so too.

A couple of weeks ago I wrote a kind blog about celebrities I hate and Jacko was amongst them. I, like many civilised people with half a clue, believe he was guilty of child abuse. Why did he pay off families that accused him of abusing their kids rather than take them to court? Why did he sue people who accused him of selling his costumes, but not people who accused him of being a peado? "He was found innocent!". Yeah, just like OJ. Anyway, I think "Michael Jackson" I think "peadophile made out of white blu-tac" and as much as I can enjoy dancing to Thriller and Blame It On The Boogie and...I dunno...Boogie Wonderland or whatever he sang, I can't get past the whole child molesting thing. YET THE FANS CAN! Yes, I know a few fans who admitted in the past that they're sure Jacko was guilty who are now angrily internet-screaming at anyone who dares not to be respectful and devastated. Because Bad was a good album. Fatty Arbuckle's career was ruined when he got accused (and then proved innocent) of raping and killing a girl at a party. Why is MJ still so revered?

The outpouring of grief on Facebook, Twitter and the rest of the internet, TV, papers (oh yeah, the media) has been nothing short of sickening. He died of a heart attack addicted to painkillers a virtual recluse. Where is the immense shock and mourning coming from? The coverage is as if Obama just got assassinated. A man who hasn't performed a live show in something like 15+ years and hasn't released any new music in nearly a decade has died. Surely the mourning period should be pretty much over. And don't get me started on the deluded people who actually spent money on concert tickets for concerts they believed were a) worth going to see and b) would happen.

So I'm going to finish this blog by mourning the death of the greatest showman, the greatest musical god to grace the pop charts, the most fantastic voice that ever lived. RIP Freddie Mercury. We still miss you. I still love you.