... when it all started to go wrong.
The day that the President of the United States gave Michael Jackson an award for...
-decoding the human genome? No.
-ending communism? No.
-preventing a space shuttle disaster? No.
-rescuing kittens from trees? No.
It was for allowing a brief snippet of a song that he had already thoroughly cashed in on to be used in the background of a public service announcement.
I think this is the moment when Michael Jackson started believing that anything he did, no matter how small, was of monumental benefit to humanity and therefore he should do anything he wants and as much of it as possible.