Michael Jackson Does Not Exist

Who Was Michael Jackson?

– Michael Jackson does not exist. He carried within himself a marvelous unreality. One day, one of his fans even asked him if he used the toilet. He was a monster. Everything with him was post-human, supra-human, meta-human – starting with his marriage to the daughter of Elvis Presley, a kind of pharaonic eugenics. The most fantastical thing about this sad event was that Barack Obama was ready to pay homage to the planet’s most famous pedophile.

What part of his success was due to his body language and staging?

– Kafka was only literature and Michael Jackson was only show business. He was a disciple of Barnum and of Fred Astaire. Here, everything was funk, sham, and simulation. Since his childhood, he saw himself as a cartoon with the Jackson Five. In “Thriller,” he was made up as a zombie. He became that zombie.

What was the apex of his career?

– “Billie Jean” was his masterpiece. It’s a song about relationships, which were a problematic issue for Michael Jackson, whose father was violent towards him. It seems to me that his last album, “Invincible,” did not receive enough critical commentary. It was released on October 30, 2001, following the 9/11 attacks. My theory is that Michael Jackson found in Bin Laden a rival in Barnum. A macabre Barnum this time. Terrorists offend pop stars. In 2001, the greatest showman was not Michael Jackson. Osama, alas, eclipsed Bambi.

Revered like a demigod in the ‘80s and ‘90s, how was his stature able to reverse to the extent that he became “Wacko Jacko” (“Jacko the Crazy”)?

– Be careful – he always staged his madness. The photo where one can see him breathing in an oxygen chamber is a photo that he orchestrated. After that cliché, he became “Mr. Oxygen.” His life was a golden version of the movie the Truman Show. The media pressured him; he pressured the media.

But if he was considered “wacko,” it was for obvious questions of his morality. Michael Jackson was a “Homo Americanus” in the sense that Andy Warhol also was in his book “The Philosophy of Andy Warhol: From A to B and Back Again.” Warhol said that he had married his tape recorder. Michael Jackson married his imprint in the media. It’s the same thing, but more funky.