This is not it

Freshly in the memory of the fervent and loyal blog readers is the posting “Michael Jackson, the farmer”.
He announced recently in London, UK, he was going to do 10 concerts in a stadium.
His very last 10 concerts.
“This is it”, he said repeatedly on the press conference.
After these 10 concerts, never a concert anymore.
Giving his farewell concerts even the title, the “This is it”-concerts.

Within one week though a new announcement was made by Michael Jackson: besides the 10 concerts, there will be 20 extra ones.

What about this “This is it”, we may ask?
As was predicted, it was and is all a lie.
A commercial twist to manipulate the fans and draw the max of money out of their pockets.
It is not “This is it”.
It is “This is not it”.

But someone who is so unfortunate to love his music, by now dating from almost 25 years ago, has a far stretching line of connection with the pop star.
The man can cheat, manipulate and molest children but when they hear him sing “Beat it” and see him do his “Moonwalk”, they still pee in their pants of excitement.

Now, fervent and loyal blog readers, have a look at this.
Read carefully the following text:

It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
You're paralyzed

Because this is thriller night
And no one is going to save you from the beast about to strike
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination
But all the while you hear the creature creeping up behind
You're out of time

There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes
Night creatures call
And the dead start to walk in their masquerade
There's no escaping
the jaws of the alien this time are open wide
This is the end of your life

Pretty heavy stuff, is it not?
This text are the lyrics of Michael Jackson’s song “Thriller”.
Rather accurately describing how Mr. Jackson is monstering his fans.




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