A tribute to Whacko

Most people don't know this about me, but I can't stand hearing about Twits.  I mean, tweets.  In fact, I heard about it the other day in a place that I was not used to hearing about such useless and debointlizing subjects.  In other news the Twitsphere is ablaze with news of the Michael Jackson assassination attempt.  He was the subject of an assassination attempt, and well, they succeeded.  But here's to you Jacko:  You're a baby-dangling freak of nature with tendencies that make most people vomit on themselves and skin that allows light to pass through, but you could dance.  And I suppose in the end, the dancing will matter least.