In the year 2000, a man was given an award he so rightly deserved. After thirty years of amazing entertainment, the award for Artist of the Millennium went to none other than Michael Jackson. After a heartfelt speech of how us fans have helped him become one of the greatest entertainers of all time, he closes with this final statement:

"You ain't seen nothing yet!"

Sadly, aside from the 30th Anniversary special and "Invincible" album, that was all we saw. As much happiness and joy he gave us, the first thing that comes to peoples' minds when they hear the name "Michael Jackson" was (and, sadly, might always be) "Wacko Jacko."

So, you sick, tabloid junkies finally won. Michael Jackson died with the most tarnished image in all celebrity. You money grubbers just couldn't let him be a wonderful humanitarian and brilliant performer. No, you just HAD to focus on the negative!

But that's showbiz, right? It's not about watching a simple boy grow to be an idol loved by millions. It's not about the nearly $50 million he gave to starving people in Africa or the countless dying children he visited in hospitals, answering their only prayer to meet the "King of Pop." It's not about the amazing music and videos he's given us, from the scary yet entertaining "Thriller" to the futuristic "Scream" and back-to-roots "You Rock My World." It's not about a dancer who can and never will be duplicated in his dancing routine, especially his trademark Moonwalk.

All people will ever remember are the freak stories: "Michael Jackson sleeps in oxygen tank." "Wacko Jacko has slumber parties with boys" "Michael Jackson endangers infant son on balcony."

Yet despite all this drama he had to endure strictly for his money, he always gave the fans what they wanted! Jaw-dropping videos, numerous songs where it's impossible to choice a single favorite, and dancing that has never been seen by any other entertainer before or since. For whom? Us, his fans.

I can't tell you how many times I was ridiculed in college for my love of Michael Jackson. I had boys calling me up, posing as "Michael" begging me for help to stop touching little boys (this was during the second accusation). People looking at me like I was a leper, saying "OMG! You like MICHAEL JACKSON? What the hell is wrong with you? He's a creep!" This comeback tour was MJ's and the fans last chance to proof that he still had it.

And now this. I'm ringing up customers at Wal-mart when I hear someone talking about Michael Jackson being dead. Then I hear other people muttering, "Good. That sicko deserves to be put in a grave. Now many those poor families can get some rest after what he put them through."

POOR FAMILIES!?!?! I'm sorry, but what kind of mother accuses a man of molesting her son, then drops the charges after getting a hefty sum of money from MJ's pockets? If it were my child, I would've thrown the money back in their face and stuck it through.

Tabloids will have a field day with this. Their original cash cow has been put out to pasture and they're going to milk this for all it's worth. It'll be months before this is ever dropped! Move over Jon and Kate; the tabloid headline poster boy is back! Jermaine Jackson asked the press to please show privacy to the family in their time of grief, but you know that'll never happen!

What do I have to say?

GIVE US YOUR BEST FUCKING SHOT!!! You can print all the garbage you want about Jackson, but you can't change how much of an impact he had on my life with his music. I will keep all his songs on my Ipod, watch his videos on Youtube, and not laugh at any sick joke at his expense.

I will remember Michael Jackson the dancer.
I will remember Michael Jackson the singer.
I will remember Michael Jackson the humanitarian.

I will remember Michael Jackson, the King of Pop.

God bless you, Michael. You'll never be forgotten, but always missed. And mostly, may you finally have found Neverland.