Just when you thought Western culture had reached its lunatic threshold with Brit, Michael Jackson is back. Isn’t that nice? I had assumed he was dead. But, no. As though a metaphor for Jackson’s dwindling cultural relevance and grip on reality, Neverland Ranch has been photographed recently and it’s looking like an emaciated skeleton of its former self. TMZ reports that unless Jackson makes good on his 23 million dollar loan in the next 90 days the ranch will be sold off.
Meanwhile, Jackson is apparently living in an expensive home in Washington DC.
Funny, I always thought he was trying to disappear in the Middle East. Isn’t that why he started saying all those anti-semitic things? He was trying, in his own bizarre way, to suck up to the Saudis? Plus, I thought he’d attempted to buy an apartment on that Palm Tree Island.
I think at this stage it’s pretty clear he’s going to end up one of those weird old toothless men in downtown Brooklyn, sitting in the projects wrapped in a hessian cloak standing by a burning can telling stories of his youth. He’s sort of like Mozart in that way. [source]
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