The Real Story on MJ

So the other night I was driving with a certain someone when Michael Jackson’s “beat it” was played on the radio. I said that I loved this song, which as a consequence i was given the signature gawking stare expecting me to say "fooled you! i'm just idding".

But I wasn’t kidding. And fuck you if you think “beat it” sucks.

I asked her what is wrong with Mj?

And she said that he’s a child molester

And I said he hasn't been rpoven guilty yet!

Whereas we got into an argument over the self proclaimed king of pop.

Now here’s the thing. Micahel jackson probably in reality feeds kids wine and then touches them. But that doesn’t bother me for 2 reasons.

First of all him being a child molester doesn’t have an effect on me in any way shape or form. and even if I lived across the street from MJ, with 12 kids, it would not affect me.

Reason being:

Michael Jackson can not leave his house without a swarm of specially trained life-ruining paparazzi, so chances of MJ somehow sneaking up on one of my many children to molest them are near 0. And thus MJ’s only source of children, is provided by parents sending their children to Neverland ranch.

These parents plead ignorance, “oh but we didn’t know Michael Jackson had been accused of molesting a little boy in 94, we must have been buried in a deep hole in Fiji for the last 10 years, because it had only been on the front page of every newspaper known to man during 94… but we still somehow missed it”.

Riiiight

The fact is we could rename “neverland” to “land of touching little boys”

And parents would send the same volume of children to MJ’s ranch as always.

In fact, parents do better than just send their kids to neverland, they dress them in lace and put a sign around their neck saying “touch me please” and then boot them out of their van with a lawyer and voice recorder standing by.



That’s how MJ doesn’t affect me other than the newspapers and reporters, who drown out my life senseless batter in respect to his trial. that affects me, and it hurts.



It doesn’t matter if you’re black or white… I mean it doesn’t matter if the guy whose song I’m listening to is by a fucking mass murderer if it’s a good song it’s a good song. I can’t help it, and it’s not like Micahel Jackson’s songs are subliminal messaging about him wanting little boys.

“ 1 2 3 singin a b, c you and me little boys now.”

No.

So it’s a good song, I don’t listen to music because of the people who wrote or preformed them I listen to them because the song they made kicks ass.

And Mj does kick ass. nothing beats thriller. End of story



….but if you want to get into the psychology of MJ I think honestly think he’s suffered irreversible brain damage. Like honestly how can a man fuck up as often as he does? Serious.

It’s not possible unless you have

A)lots of money
B) retarded

I’m sure his lawyer’s and publicist’s blood pressure must be ridiculously high. I’m sure even Jack Bauer wouldn’t be bale to take the stress of being Mj’s Publicist.


Publicist: “whew we just blew off that whole child molestation charge and now MJ is producing some shitty cd… maybe I can take a vacation and sit down for 5 mins. ring Fuck me MJ did what? Hung his baby off the side of a balcony? Did he touch it? Ok good… But he did what? Fuck!”

And this is every day of his life. Every single day.

Don’t cry for brain damaged Terri whatever her face, cry for mj, he has no brain.