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Michael Jackson, the King of Pop and arguably one of the greatest entertainers and performers of all time has died at the age of 50, after suffering cardiac arrest.

Los Angeles Fire Department spokesman Devin Gales would not confirm Jackson's identity but said that paramedics had attended an address corresponding to the star's home at 12:21pm and the person was consequently taken to UCLA Medical Center.

Attempts were made to resuscitate Michael enroute, however he arrived unresponsive at the Medical Center and was pronounced dead at 2:26pm on Thursday 25th June 2009.

Michael's father Joe Jackson told E! Online he had been contacted about the emergency but would not confirm specific details at this stage.

"I am in Las Vegas, but yes, people in Los Angeles called me and are with Michael and tell me he was taken to the hospital," he said. "I am not sure what's wrong. I am waiting to hear back from them."

A large crowd is gathering outside the Medical Center to pay their respects to the deceased pop star.

Michael Jackson was on born on August 29 1958, the seventh of nine children. He started performing when he was only 11 years old as part of the very successful family group "The Jackson 5". Michael went on to even greater fame and fortune when his solo career took off in the late seventies and throughout the eighties with phenomenal successes like Off The Wall, Bad and of course Thriller, the best selling album of all time.

Michael was due to start a keenly awaited concert tour in London, his first in nearly a decade, comprising of more than 50 shows world wide.

Organises of the concert had stressed that a previous postponement of a month had not been related to rumours of Michaels poor health.

In recent times Michael's incredible string of pop hits, music videos and astounding live performances had been overshaded by his escentricities including multiple plastic surgeries, dangling his children out of windows and off balconies, purchasing the bones of the Elephant Man and of repeated accusations of child molestation which culminated in charges being laid in 2005 for which Michael was eventually aquitted.

No matter what you thought of Michael Jackson himself, there is no doubting the impact he had on people all around the world, from all walks of life.

Jackson is destined to be remembered for his incredible contributions to music and the entertainment industry. Michael had an innate ability to combine music styles and genres and consistantly provide uniquely Michael Jackson creations that transcended generational barriers. He will be remembered as one of the truly greats of all time, and likened to The Beatles and Elvis Presley; forever immortalised for their creative genius.

In memory of Michael Jackson, the King of Pop.



Will you miss Michael? Have your say below...

I don't believe in climate change
Or in the dangers of passive smoke
I don't believe that guns can kill
Or the economy is going broke

I don't believe in mental illness
Or people who don't believe in God
I don't believe in evolution
Or that horses should be shod

I don't think we should immunise
Or rape victims be allowed to choose
I don't believe the world is round
Or that it's safe to eat genetic food

But I do believe in burning witches
And sending them straight to hell
And I do believe in using torture
If it stops a tyrants spell

I do believe in taxing taxes
And running cars on gas
And I do believe in beating seals
And watching their last gasp

I do believe in terrorists
And giving up my rights
I do believe in paying more
To let others live in fright

Now you may say that there is hunger
And that we have a part to play
But I assure you, my girth is growing
For I eat well, every single day

You may say that child labour
Is a cruel and moral wrong
But check out my new nike's
They were going for a song

You may say the water's rising
That it's impossible to miss
But I truly do not see it
For my ignorance is bliss...

 

The little stick got up and looked around
Still dizzy from its fall
The world now looked so very strange
Out of the tree, the stick felt small

From way up in the branches
The grass had looked so green
Now upon the ground he stood
To realize; it was muddy and unclean

The stick took stock and stood stock still
Then turned round and round and round
And wondered why he'd ever wanted
To leave his cozy twig like town

What to do and where to go
The stick cried out in fright
All alone in the big bad world
With not a friend in sight

In the tree things had been simple
And the stick now wished for home
But it could not climb back up the bark
So like a match; it struck out upon its own

With a final sob and a big deep breath
It put the matter from its mind
And headed down the nearest path
While making record time.

Now Record didn't mind this much
Since he owned the only watch
Besides it gave him lots of time
To sit upon a rock in his Scottish frock

Soon the stick came upon a bend
To find a fork sticking from the path
And wondered why they'd used this thing
When spoons are better by half

With a shrug of his wooden shoulders
The stick stopped pondering the whys
And took the high road on the right
That headed for the skies

But before too long the stick got dizzy
And it's wooden ears began to pop
So rightly it decided to retrace its steps
And back to the fork it hopped

This time down the left most path
The little stick did run
And now that it was exercising
It was starting to have some fun

As he jogged and ran along
He noticed a strange new smell
And turning round another bend
He saw the surf, the sea and swell

In awe he stopped, rooted to the spot
And then he saw high tide
Who sat among the crashing waves
And smoked a funny pipe

Said High tide to our little stick
"Yo dude, how are things today?"
Said little stick in return
"Much better, I really like those waves"

Said High tide again to the stick
"Then why the long, long face?"
Said little stick in return
"For a skinny twig it's common place"

They chatted awhile then said goodbye
And the stick went on his way
And as he trotted through the sand
He saw D and E shells along the bay

As the afternoon began to darken
And night time to approach
The moon rose above the horizon
And the starfish to encroach

Our poor little stick was frightened
For he'd never seen creatures like this
And he bent his stubby legs and huddled
And crouched and prayed and wished

But the starfish didn't hurt him
They'd just come to have a look
At the amazing little walking stick
Who now kneeled and cried and shook

"There, there, little stick", they said
"We are all your friends,
No need to start the water works
Now make the tears all end."

So the stick got up, for he'd realized
That these guys were not so bad
In fact after just two small bites
He knew - they were the best he'd ever had

With new found joy and a big fat tummy
And not a starfish left in sight
The little stick set off again,
To find a place to spend the night

A short ways further down the beach
He found a group of other sticks
All lying comfy close together
In the sand between some bricks

With youthful glee he let out a cry
And charged up to the ledge
And waved to all his new found friends
From that dangerous, narrow edge

And in his happy, joyous mood
He failed to see the rope
That tied together all the sticks
And bound them without hope

Right then a hand on high swooped down
And grabbed him round the middle
And shoved him with the other sticks
So tight he could not wiggle

Now this is where we end our tale
Before the sticks all burn
But hopefully from the things he did
A lesson you will learn

Don't run away from home at all
And don't go eating all your friends
Or you will surely meet your match
And end up burning at the end...

 

 

However my cat-like reflexes and lightning fast thought processes kicked in to ensure that I was the first to run screaming hysterically down the stairs and out onto the street.

 

I probably don't need to tell you that everyone in the building was very impressed with my reaction time, the intensity with which I could scream and my ability to take stairs five or six at a time.

I was hopping patiently from one foot to another, waiting for someone to reset the alarm so I could casually and confidently rush back up the stairs to the toilet, when a woman approached me.

 

Now I've got all the time in the world for people, except the kind that want to talk to me about something. Sure enough this opportunistic lady was a sales person. More to the point, she was a life coach wanting to sell me on her particular brand of coaching techniques and services.

An annoying noise interrupted this revelation and I realized that the woman who had approached me was still talking about personal grooming and hygiene. Talk about a one-track mind.

 

With a slightly forced smile I let her know that I was already pretty well perfect. This really should have been obvious to someone claiming to be a "life coach". Then I returned my vast and powerful mind to the important task of visualising how my new career would pan out. Yes that's right, I started daydreaming again.

 

Despite what you may be thinking, my daydreaming was actually very apt to the situation. I've decided that my new career is going to be in the one area I've always excelled; thus I was daydreaming about being a Day Dream Coach.

Now I've got hundreds, maybe even thousands of hours logged as an experienced and practiced daydreamer. So it seems to me that I'm perfectly suited to coaching others in the ways of personal visualisation; in teaching them the very techniques that I've spent so long mastering myself.  

 

I don't like to brag, but I'm going to anyway.

 

When it comes to daydreaming, I'm a level ten Zen master who's gone double diamond with a twist of lemon. Through positive waking visualisations I've saved the world from countless invading aliens, created the most fantastic gastronomical delights, I've been a secret agent, made more money than even I care to image, and generally lived a pretty well rounded life.

 

The very least I could do, which is what I'm all about anyway, is help others realize their potential through the power of daydreaming.

So if you are like so many other pathetic individuals in this world; without a purposeful life, down-trodden, a complete loser; I urge you to contact me about my powerful and completely safe daydreaming techniques.

 

These incredible techniques are guaranteed to help you visualise improvements in your life: you'll imagine you are more popular, stronger, taller, maybe even good looking and all for a low introductory price of a lot of money.

 

I hear the questions echoing and bouncing around your empty mind. Questions like "What if I don't have an imagination?", "Am I such a loser that even you the great Zen master of Day Dreaming himself can't help me?".

 

Fear not worthless mortal, your powerful and mighty Day Dream Coach has the answers or at least can dream up the answer for you.

 

However instead of doing something positive for you like teach you to do it yourself, I've decided through the power of waking visualisations that the best way to help you is to sell you a three pack of my own tired, dried and used up visualisations.

 

Select from such titles as:

So in summary; send me money if your life lacks meaning or for that matter if it has meaning.

 

While I can't guarantee that I'll immediately do anything to help you, I do give you my word, as the first ever Day Dream Coach, that I will immediately start day dreaming about what to do with the money you just sent me, thus furthering my already impressive portfolio of day dreams and increasing my potential earnings exponentially. It's a win/win scenario, both of them for me.

 

Now let's get to your first daydreaming lesson...

Now you see how worthwhile, important and valuable it was to send me that tiny pittance of an investment which was barely equivalent to the mortgage on your house. Right?

 

I'll just imagine you said "YES!". Another happy customer!

 

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