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Jack-o is Back-o!

Speaking of strange and unnatural things, I really, really, really hope Michael Jackson gets his way on this shin-dig.

From Yahoo! Music News ...
Michael Jackson is in discussions about creating a 50-foot robotic replica of himself to roam the Las Vegas desert, according to reports.

The pop legend is currently understood to be living in the city, as he considers making a comeback after 2004's turbulent child sex case.

It has now been claimed that his plans include an elaborate show in Vegas, which would feature the giant Jacko striding around the desert, firing laser beams.

If built, the metal monster would apparently be visible to aircraft as they come in to land in the casino capital.

It is the centerpiece of an elaborate Jackson-inspired show in Vegas, according to Andre Van Pier, the robot's designer.

Luckman Van Pier, his partner at the company behind the proposal, claims blueprints have been drawn up for the show and seen by the star.

"Michael's looked at the sketches and likes them," he told the New York Daily News.

On the subject of the robot, he continued: "It would be in the desert sands. Laser beams would shoot out of it so it would be the first thing people flying in would see."

That sounds like an orgasmic dream.

A 50-foot tall robot of Michael Jackson that roams the Las Vegas desert and shoots frickin' lasers?!?

That is the sort of epic-proportion dreaming that would play to an AWESOME scene in a post-apocalyptic world. I can picture it now, 150 years from today, as tribes of humans roam the countryside in search of long-preserved consumer goods, now the only currency known to the de-volved, backwards, radiation-plagued savages.

And like a mirage in the desert heat, they discover The Jackson, leaned forward on its haunches, long-since deactivated.

The tribes would worship it for decades to come. It would become an icon in human history, outlasting nations. Generations upon generations of our kind would flock to the desert to see the ancient monster, and marvel at its complex inner-workings.

It would be beautiful.

Or, maybe all that stuff won't happen. But I'd still love to see the day when a 50-foot tall replica of the world's most famous pedophile roams the barren wastelands of Nevada, firing frickin' laser beams from its eyes.

At the moment this machine is powered on, our culture will have come full-circle.



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