Look at how beautiful he is on the left. Do I have to ask the obvious question?! What has happened to the Michael Jackson I fell in love with? Admitting to that now makes me feel icky, like the fact that I own two R. Kelly CDs. But that’s a whole different mess.

But back to Michael. Numerous articles have been written about him lately (even in today’s New York Times). I guess his descent into madness is a slippery slope. As if all the rumors weren’t bad enough, now you see pictures of his nose caving in and he’s dangling his kids over a railing. I’m not sure why it wasn’t broke for me yet, but this is the straw that broke my camel’s back.

I get misty when I think about the first RECORD I ever bought, which was Thriller! And that’s when I fell in love. “Night creatures crawl and the dead start to walk in their masquerade. There’s no escaping the jaws of the alien this time, this is the end of the line! Woooo.” That was Michael singing Thriller if you weren’t sure.

Beat it and Billy Jean… I know everyone knows that he’s the King of Pop. It makes me really mad if he has been allowed to ruin himself with self mutilation and all sorts of psychiatric abnormalities while other people stand by and watch. Maybe it should be obvious to me that he’s plain old lost it. I just can’t help feeling really sad and sorry for him. Go here if you want a car-wreck type of voyeuristic look into the many “faces” of Michael Jackson.