Michael Jackson is almost like a perverted Catholic priest, isolated in a mysterious profession that appeals to the aggressively narcissistic and psychologically stunted. Like those guilty priests, he has messianic tendencies, and he revels in leading herds of awestruck followers in his wake. But, most importantly, Michael Jackson does not think he did anything wrong. This is what makes him not just a danger to society, but the tragic product of a very specific one, honed by the brutalities of indescribable fame and a hugely dysfunctional family.