
I just have to comment on Conrad Murray and his conviction of having caused the death of Michael Jackson.
"Lawyers for Murray and a defense expert blamed Jackson for his own death, saying the singer gave himself the fatal dose of propofol while Murray wasn't watching. A prosecution expert said that theory was crazy."
What's so crazy? Jackson had long been addicted to morphine, Demerol, Valium, Xanax and Ativan - indeed, he called that stuff his "milk."


That was no baby monkey on Jackson's back - it was a fully-grown, mature, well-versed, and worldly gorilla.


Pop's King, but much more like Pop's Liberace - who's gonna say ol' Lib couldn't play the piana, huh? But Liberace was a weirdo too.

Michael Jackson was a drug addict - and a barely functioning one at that. His marriage to Lisa Marie Presley was very Kardashian in nature. He lived a strange life that included plastic surgery, hyperbaric stuff, catchin' on fire, sleep overs with little kids; living in Never Never Land and playing with monkeys, marryin' Elvis' daughter, and skin bleachin.
For whatever reason, a grip of people idolize him...but I only remember him as a surrogate mother hirin', one glove wearin', chirpin' bug-eyed crotch grabber...who dangled the kid he named "Blanket" from a balcony and made the whole fam-damily sport masks and disguises...I MEAN COME ON.

I find this posthumous portrayal of Michael Jackson as the hapless, victimized naif preposterous - the only hapless, victimized naifs in the Jackson story are the ones he rented for slumber-parties, and those he purchased to parent.For whatever reason, a grip of people idolize him...but I only remember him as a surrogate mother hirin', one glove wearin', chirpin' bug-eyed crotch grabber...who dangled the kid he named "Blanket" from a balcony and made the whole fam-damily sport masks and disguises...I MEAN COME ON.

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one of many paintings of himself that Jackson had commissioned according to his exacting specifications |
Michael Jackson shopped for a doctor, and he bought one. $15,000 per month is nothing sneeze at (just ask Jan Tanner); all that money must have been nice at the start, but at some point the good doc must have realized he'd made a deal with the Devil...there comes a time to pay, and apparently, his time is now.

I can't help but marvel, however, at the gross disparity and social injustice that goes on in our nation's courtrooms:
- Jackson's doctor was found guilty of manslaughter for aiding and abetting Jackson's slow and protracted narcotic suicide and faces 4 years in prison;
- our city's own 16-year-old Eric Manley was sentenced to 22 years in prison for a crime he committed while a minor, after both victim and perp had been drinking excessively, and after young Mr. Manley's teeth had been broken out of his mouth;
- BUT "SKANKY" ANTHONY HID HER DAUGHTER'S BODY FOR A FEW DAYS IN THE TRUNK OF HER CAR, AND THE BITCH GOT AWAY WITH IT ALL - SHE EVEN BEAT THE CHILD ABUSE RAP.
WTF, FOLKS?
I'll illustrate this article in the morning, I just had to get it off my chest now.
Expect another outraged post about Chaz Bono (working title: Chez Chaz).
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