Saw an editorial today that spoke the last word on Michael Jackson.
My generation saw many of our idols destroyed by drugs throughout the last forty years. Drugs, drugs, drugs: death, death, death. Heartache and heart break.
I thought MJ turned from an almost obnoxious child star into a handsome, suave, intelligent performer. He completely enthralled me with "Billie Jean." A fan for life, his and mine both.
The sorry, sad spiral began at that point: from cute to crazy, from sexy to scary.
It had to end in such a dismal, wretched waste. Absolutely had to. It just took Michael a very long time to self-destruct.
The guilty of negligent man-slaughter was more collateral damage: a sick side show with a cautionary moral exclamation point.
The Main Event is still lost forever.
Leonard Pitts nailed it in the Miami Herald.
There is no more to say.