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Fucking Ridiculous.

Um...

I love Michael Jackson too

BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH THESE INSANE MOTHERFUCKERS!?

Time magazine has a special edition out???? The only other time they did that

was after 9/11

IS IT REALLY THAT BAD YOU GUYS?! IT'S MICHAEL JACKSON WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?!

Michael Jackson was a great entertainer but EVERYTHING on the news is about him

He wasn't buddah. He wasn't ghandi. He was MJ.

So America, take a good look in the mirror to see where your morals lie... in the dead hands of a tortured pedophile.

I know he was great whatever. Don't start with me. There are far more important things going on in the world.

Go complain about Iran again you guys, he's dead and you are not bringing him back.

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  1. 45 Michael Jackson songs are on the iTunes top 100 song list, and 7 of them are in the top 10.

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  2. maybe he faked his death to get people to download his music

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  3. I think like he's great, don't get me wrong, totally awesome.... but... i mean when it comes to things that matter... he's already dead and there's still a FUCKING WORLD to worry about

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