By Milly G
It is hard to criticise Michael Jackson without looking like you are eating sour grapes. The guy was, undoubtedly, the King of Pop for this century. He was always ahead of his pack, so way above the mark, so immensely gifted, and a sensational entertainer. Michael was inimitable — Heck, most people would sprain their ankles if they tried moon walking – and he never tried to dance to anybody’s music.But Michael’s life was more tragic than his death. How could someone who seems to have it all lose it so hard? The guy hated himself; hated his black skin; hated his flat nose; hated his black genes (his kids have no semblance of crossbreeds at all; they are pure white).