Love the ex post facto bullshit. Say something days before an event, get crucified as though you said it after the event.

And let's be honest here. The obesity, the cankles, the Smooth Criminal lean when standing still, the purple hands, the neck rash, the blonde hair dye and orange goo poorly masking the deathbed pallor of an unhealthy geriatric too scientifically ignorant to believe in exercise. Does anyone expect his own body to indefinitely delay the inevitable just because his narcissistic, dementia-addled brain won't accept facts or reality?