Dear Michael,

Good bye and thank you for all those years of great music and entertaining music videos, you will always rank amongst my top favorites. I was looking forward to your tour, but alas, the dream of seeing you live is dead, like you.

I would like to share my fondest Jackson memory. When I was growing up, my aunty Zoila had a small apartment in Hollywood. Once in a while my mom would let her babysit me. This was always a treat because that meant I got to hang out at her place, which for a 10 year old was a total delight.

Please, for the sake of America, dont let your son run because if the IQ of your family is going down every generation, we are going to have forrest gump on our hands after obama