A Surprisingly Sane Blog

I am getting so sick of hearing about how lawyers, family, exorcists, the president, Elvis, etc… are trying to place the blame on someone for Michael Jackson’s death.

Dude.  Come on.  The fact that he made it to the ripe young age of 50 was probably a motherfuckin’ miracle.  The abuse he put his body through was worse than some mom popping 20 spawn out of her vagina. God only knows how many plastic surgery procedures he really chose to undergo, or all the pills that guy popped on a daily basis for the majority of his life.  And hell, how did that guy survive off of eating nothing but fumes, anyway?

Sorry, I love his music and found the she-man incredibly talented and all, but the only person to blame for his death was himself.  He was kind of a freak.

Just bury the King of Pop already.  I’m not sure what’s more disgusting- the fact that some twisted doc is probably still attempting to rescitate MJ’s dead, naked body or the fact that “they” (whoever the hell THEY might be) are in denial that his own lifestyle put an end to his beating heart.

No one killed Michael Jackson.  He just died.  It’s not like he was immortal or anything.  Geesh.  Lay the poor guy to rest already.

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