“Michael Jackson is suffering from a rare lung condition and needs to undergo an emergency transplant operation, according to a report that continues to gain steam. And his normally outspoken publicist hasn’t denied the allegations. The King of Pop may even be fighting for his life, New York Times bestselling biographer Ian Halperin tells In Touch magazine and Britain’s Sunday Express newspaper. Halperin says Jackson has been diagnosed with Alpha 1-antitrypsin deficiency, an occasionally fatal genetic condition. “He’s had it for years but it’s gotten worse. He needs a lung transplant but may be too weak to go through with it. He also has emphysema and chronic gastrointestinal bleeding, which his doctors have had a lot of trouble stopping. It’s the bleeding that is the most problematic part. It could kill him.” – (NYdailynews.com, 12/22)
Michael, let me be the first to say, “Thank God.” Thank God that he has finally decided it’s time to take you to the great dance floor in the sky. Don’t fight it. Whatever this Alpha 1-antitrypsin deficiency is, don’t beat it. Let yourself be defeated. It’s time Michael.
You’ve accomplished all you were meant to on this earth. You were the greatest musician of all time. You created the greatest album of all time. You wrote Billie Jean, the greatest song of all time. No one will ever come close to your pop prowess. You are the once and future Pop King.
And what you don’t want to do is hang around any longer than necessary to damage you’re legacy. You want to go out while you’re still on top. You don’t want any asterisks or allegations or lingering questions about your reputation. You got to get out before anyone, or anything, sullies your good name. And now is your chance.
Because, let’s face it Michael, I think you’ve peaked. I really do. I know some people may think you have an epic comeback left in you, but, let’s call a club a club, that’s probably not going to happen. I just don’t know how you’re going to pull off a moonwalk in a wheelchair. That seems like a stretch.
I hate to be the one to say it, but I hope you don’t get a new set of lungs. You were given the greatest set biology ever bestowed upon a man, and you used them to their fullest, but you don’t deserve a second pair. What would you do with them but keep breathing? Exactly. Give them to someone who truly needs them.
Cobain got it right in the head. Janis Joplin knew what she was doing. Jim Morrison had it all planned out. They knew that only with their death would their legend flourish. So they all agreed to accept their allotted time on this earth, and now they will live on forever. Go join them Michael. You’ll be forever 50.
It’s time for you to die Michael Jackson. As much as it pains me to say that about my favorite performer of all time, and though normally I never can say goodbye, I’m ready for this departure. You got to go back to Indiana Michael. You’re not doing any body any good any more. If you want to preserve your place in musical history, it’s time to be remembered.
“Michael Jackson’s publicist wants you to know that, despite a tabloid report to the contrary, the 50-year-old singer “is in fine health.” The United Kingdom’s Sun newspaper started a stir Monday morning when it quoted the author of an upcoming book about Jackson saying he was battling a potentially fatal disease that required a life-saving lung transplant. Other papers echoed the Sun’s thinly-sourced story and the rumor spread quickly through Internet message boards. By Monday afternoon, Jackson’s spokesman issued a response that said “The writer’s wild allegations concerning Mr. Jackson’s health are a total fabrication.” “Mr. Jackson is in fine health, and finalizing negotiations with a major entertainment company and television network for both a world tour and a series of specials and appearances,” said Dr. Tohme Tohme, identified as Jackson’s “official and sole spokesperson.” The original report quoted writer Ian Halperin. Tohme suggested Halperin’s motive was to get attention for his book about Jackson.” (CNN.com, 12/23)
What? Are you kidding me? Michael Jackson is okay! The King of Pop is going to live! Thank God. I love you Michael. I was so scared there for a while. I thought for sure you were a goner. I was simply writing out of fear. But now a world tour and a series of television specials and appearances—Jacko is backo!
Ian Halperin you son of a bitch. How dare you scare me like that. I can’t believe you would make up such nonsense. I can’t believe you would use the suspect health of Michael Jackson as some sort of promotional fodder for yourself. I just can’t believe you would use the idea of Michael’s impending death as some sort of mass entertainment. You sick fuck.
And as for you Internet. Screw you too. I am so ashamed now to be connected to you. I thought I could trust you. I thought you only reported the truth. But now I find out you’re just a rumor monger like the rest of the media out there. You’re nothing more than a web of lies. To think, I once wanted to write for you.
O Michael. My king and king of kings. How joyous is the day I learn of your continued health. I worship at your throne O Michael. I will never doubt your strength or wisdom again. I will never stop until I get enough. I’m starting with the man in the mirror. I just can’t stop loving you.
