I can’t get over the fact Michael Jackson — if only temporarily — is a local. Yes, Wacko Jacko has a home in the 702, apparently a big fan of Las Vegas and mulling over possible offers to set up shop in a casino showroom a la Celine, Barry and, if only for a few more performances, Prince

It’s been rumored the casinos don’t want his freaky ass, but I don’t buy that. A nightly spectacle starring Jackson, which is sure to incorporate one of the most beloved discographies in the history of popular music, would be a potential boon to the property with the guts and the capital to invest in such an endeavor. Even if some Americans are skittish about paying to see a man accused (but never convicted) of being a pedophile, others — especially overseas tourists — will handily hand over wads of cash to see one of the greatest live performers of his generation. Las Vegas is the land of the second chance, and a pop star establishing a regular show here is not such the stigmatizing career move it one was; talk of a Britney Spears residency show, however far-fetched, is not for nothing. If Jackson wants to win over the masses again, this is as good a place to start as any.