Another one bites the dust By Richard Morga

Michael Jackson a singing-and-dancing pedophile? Come on . . . He who is the world, who frequents burn centers as much as the Babe did bordellos, who with a single glove

Then again, our collective conscience can’t help being nagged by another voice, a voice not nearly as dulcet as Michael’s. It’s the one that says I told you so. The voice that asks: How many 35-year-olds do you know whose sartorial sensibilities can’t resist Lycra diapers as outer wear? How many young men who can have anything they want retain kids and pets as their partners of preference? How many performing artists still relish grabbing their crotches and singing “I’m bad” a full two decades after their adolescent prime?
It may not matter if you’re black or white, Michael, but it...