His body is dead (his soul is not), but his influence lives on. Here in Shanghai, we have been asked about him all week long. I tell the Chinese exactly what I believe were (and are) the evil influences on our culture from people such as Jackson.
Today in a department store, a Chinese salesman wanted to ask me about him, but he wasn’t sure he could say the name correctly, so to make sure I knew who he was talking about, he positioned himself in a Jackson pose and grabbed his crotch . . . that with three cash register girls looking on and giggling.
Well, that’s his influence.
Sucks that the media is still swooning over someone who sold 650 million records and defined a generation in pop music.
Unfortunately he was also a kid toucher. Ruins the moment.