MJ

I am forty-five years old and actually remember watching the Jackson Five on American Bandstand, Ed Sullivan, etc. I even remember a concert my family and I went to: it was that "Dancing Machine" concert and they were all dressed in silvery "spacesuits" or something...the dude has left us too soon. Usually, when someone dies, I feel "it was there time", no matter who it is. Not this time. As the saying goes: "somethun's up!".

Wherever Michael Jackson's spirit is, let it be in a state of extreme Bliss, Love and Peace.

(I don't believe in the dangerous, fradluent, Western concept/construct of "God": it's rife with evil intent and hypocrisy. I believe in the Universe, Choice, Earth).

I don't think that MJ had a skin disease: I think - and this will be revealed - that he was undergoing *skin-bleaching treatments* for at least the last decade. He wanted to be white. He wanted to be accepted by whites. He had poor self-esteem and was ashamed of his (earlier) Negroid features: wide, flat-nose, dark brown skin and thick lips. He was a mess. I also believe he was, at a minimum, bi-sexual.

But what a brilliant man. What a credit to humanity he turned out to be.