The French - as only they would - okay, in fairness, TF1 - are singularly ennobling Michael Jackson as 'Michael', and are concluding 'the doctor who killed the king of pop must be made to pay'.
Ja.
Yeah.
Uh-huh.
Saw a rotunda poster of the king yesterday; leopard skin shimmery chemise and gold jeans. The latter sans ceinture and gaping a little at the hip.
A keyboard, he demonstrated to one of a stream of happy guests, had a setting where every key made a different sound; and he played a scale made scale-less and exampled a melody transmogrified. "That's what I call music," he beamed, "it's a total surprise machine!"
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