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I didn’t like Michael Jackson while he was alive, and I’m not sorry he’s dead. That’s a fact.
I AM sorry that he said he loved ALL children but only hung out with 12 year old boys.
I’m sorry he fed kids wine in baby bottles and showed them porn.
I’m sorry he was so rich and famous that it was considered alright for a middle-aged man to share his bed with kids.
I’m sorry he coldly betrayed Paul McCartney when he confided in him that he was going to buy the Beatles back catologue – sweet natured MJ decided to snatch them up for himself. Nice.
I’m sorry that he was hooked on medication and screamed at the people who tried to help him.
I’m sorry that he didn’t produce a good album after Bad.
I’m sorry that having millions and millions of dollars wasn’t enough for him – that he was so greedy he went bankrupt.
I’m sorry he fed lots of stories to the press in order to appear strange and different but then was furious because they called him Wacko Jacko.
I’m sorry that he doesn’t like black features and rearranged his face to suit society (I get that he had vitilego though).
I’m sorry that everyone thinks he was misunderstood but just from the above FACTS alone…discounting all the horrible, very likely possibilities about him…think it was very lucky for him, that we didn’t understand him.
P.S. I’ve been saying for years he was was wearing a wig – and no one believed me about that either. This is because the obvious, is not obvious when one is talking about a CELEBRITY and not a mere mortal…
Fed up with our ridiculous worship of celebrity. Is anyone out there actually with me on this?
No – it isn’t nasty to call a spade, a spade. The truth is brutal, and I’m telling the truth.
Yes, yes – I do actually have real reasons to think as I do – we know of a family whose kid went to Neverland, plus I’ve done my research. I used to like MJ – until I had good reason not to.
You know less than me – and yet look how YOU judge.
I can understand why you’re angry, but the family’s son went to Neverland twice. First time he was elated by it. Second time he was traumatised – couldn’t even control his bladder after that – standing in the living room peeing, all shook up.
But I guess you all think that’s perfectly normal. I give up. You love someone you’ve not met. You’re ridiculous and a danger to your kids if you ever have any.
A bit of humor...
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