He wasn’t the King of Kings of Pop, but he can still thrill a greasy drip pan.
Now c’mon, that’s pretty good. It looks a whole lot more like Michael Jackson than pretty much any Jesus sighting. The key is to know who it is supposed to be before you are told, and that’s clearly the Moonwalking man. My Lenin is IMO better, and yet to be beaten, but still. Hooooo hoo! Bauw!
Tip o’ the sequined fedora to Carlos Cardoso.