Farewell Jacko. The Sun was right - you really were wacko, but the thing is, you probably couldn't have been anything else. If there is a lesson from his life it is that being famous is more of a curse than a blessing.
He had no childhood. Well, not a childhood that any of us would recognise. Being the object of a marketing campaign when you're twelve or whatever just ain't good for you. For a start you don't rub alongside the other kids because you've got a tour to do. As a kid you need to experience a few failures and find a way to deal with them. But if you're famous your manager and record company deal with that. You're just a money-making machine to them.
He had so much money he didn't seem to understand the value of it. He covered up his kids and himself in public because they didn't have a private life. What child deserves that? That's got to be the most devastating thing about being famous in that instantly-recognised, dumbly-adulated way: no privacy whatsoever. If that's not a living hell will somebody please tell me what is.
If people who go on X-Factor, Britain's Got 'Talent' (couldn't resist the quotation marks) and others can't learn from Michael Jackson, if they still think that it's a good career move to be human heroin for TV and tabloid junkies to inject themselveswith for an instant thrill or distraction, then more fool them.
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