Don’t count The Editor as one of Wacko Jacko’s mourners.
He was just a slimy pedophile who spent a sizeable chunk of his fortune buying the silence of molestation victims.
His music videos and live performances weren’t complete without lots of crotch thrusts and grasps—eye candy for teenage fans and other immature adults who worshiped his bleached persona.
Not that there weren’t moments of brilliance in his work before he turned into a pseudo Peter Pan who slept with little boys.
He gave new meaning to the words sicko and weird.
And now La La Land has to find another flawed pop icon to attract the undivided attention of celebrity worshipers who have no lives of their own.
That, that, that’s all, folks. (5 JULY 2009)
