goodbye wacko.

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Myths and legends die hard in America. We love them for the extra dimension they provide, the illusion of near infinite possibility to erase the narrow confines of most men’s reality. Weird personalities, heroes to some, and mould-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who need it that the tyranny of the rat race is not yet final. We are all a little weird and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love. When we lose the right to be different, we lose the privilege to be free.

So live fully while you’re here. Experience everything. Take care of yourself and your friends. Have fun, be crazy, be weird. Go out and screw up! You’re going to anyway whether you like it or not so you might as well enjoy the process. Take the opportunity to learn from your mistakes, find the cause of your problem and eliminate it. Don’t try to be perfect just be a good example to everyone especially to the ones you loved.

Michael Jackson to some is a hero and to others the most repulsive symbol of weirdness. He dared to be different. That his mind faltered and failed to recognize dreams from realities contributed to his art and it gave us the opportunity to enjoy what may now be called the norm in entertainment. So to those who despise him a loss none-the-less of somebody to loath and to those who truly appreciate his art, a deeper loss of somebody to love because this day marked the day the music died...

Goodbye Mr. Jackson, wherever you may be……

 

he will be surely missed , he will always have a place in history, rest in peace..