I always lived in a world where Michael Jackson was the world's biggest living star. I'm not sure how to feel now. It seems like a seal has been broken somewhere. Is this a sign of the apocalypse? Michael was our pop-cultural Jesus Christ and now it feels blasphemous to have thought (and said) all of those things about him. But the world was never really ready for Michael Jackson. Michael Jackson wasn't ready for himself, he was so talented. And funky. And funky. And funky. Always funky.