Bye Bye Michael. Please.

The King of Pop is dead. I know you've all probably heard that phrase many times over the last two weeks and are probably getting tired of the Michael Jackson story, because I know I am. All that has been on the news was the Jackson story. I'm not taking away from his greatness; he was an unbelievable singer and dancer and helped change music forever. But that was thirty years ago. The new Michael was a drug-addict, an alleged pedophile, and overall just a troubled man. We should've had a memorial for him when he stopped making music. All I'm wondering about right now is where's the Farrah Fawcett memorial, or better yet, the Billy Mays memorial. Michael, you were great at what you did, and nothing more. And BET, I don't understand why you're giving a tribute to him. The last time I looked he had white skin, and I never heard of any disease that changes someone's race.