The man made Billie Jean, leave him alone!

So I have made a 180 in my hatred of Micheal Jackson. I realized that the man not only gave us the song Billie Jean, he also gave us his new form. When you look at Jacko, you remember that he thought you'd love him more if he became the white, ghoulish-looking creature that he is now. His line of thinking was, "they'll love me more if I'm white, with an angled nose!"

The second is that, when the zombie apocalypse happens, (please God, I beseech thee) that if you're attacked by zombies, you can escape by busting out into an intricately choreographed break dance.

Look, it breaks down like this: there are five (5) most effective ways to get away from a zombie with your life. You can hit it in the head with something blunt and heavy, set it on fire, run as fast as you can (or use a motor vehicle), shoot it in the head, or start break-dancing, old-school style. Cardboard box on the street corner break-dancing. Don't believe me? I offer proof. Look, ignore the fact that he turned into a zombie. That's just coincidence. Because that also marked when things went askew for Jacko and his face.

Also, let me just finish with this: if lemmings ever decide to attack the human race, we are FUCKED. But more on that later.