Some of these are pretty funny, albeit cruel. I particularly like this comment:

He better get those tiles checked out before he attempts to reenter the atmosphere.

Reminds me of this.

OMG, he actually found a way to be creepier than usual. I refrained from saying normal. His bus passed normal long, long ago.

This sort of thing amazes me. I mean, facial plastic surgery pays the bills for me and enables the reconstructive cases I like, but if there were ever a poster child for dysmorphia and a stat psych referral, Mr. Jackson is the guy. I don't see how any ethical and competent plastic surgeon would agree to treat him, and perhaps that explains why he has come to look the way he does.

Still, there's a song I heard somewhere that has a line about not judging him until we've walked a mile, backwards, in his sequined shoes.

Jane you hit the nail on the head when you said, "...ethical and competent plastic surgeon...".

Jacko has the money to bypass most of the rules on those things.

As I was going to my place,
I met a man without a face.
He was there again today.
Oh God, please make him go away!

Maybe he's molting...

Alan,
that could be. As they say across the pond, he's a queer duck.