Kung Pao demands your attention.

[Hannah]

A few things lately have left me unsettled, a few million really but here's to starting slow with obtainable goals. My first question is why, why, why, are parents letting their children sleep over at Michael Jackson's house? For one day, bad enough. For weeks at a time, um, no. Now hear the ruckus of angst ridden parents vying for their 'old' children back, unmolested and undeterred from the finer things in youth, such as playing with balls or helping mom toss the dinner salad. After a few weeks with Michael, they fall in love with him amidst the grandeur of Neverland, playing with the monkey and riding the ferris wheel at all hours of the night.

One of MJ's entourage testified to witnessing MJ lick a little boys head. This straddles the fine line of ass kicking worthy actions. Maybe the boy had a thread of honey on his brow, maybe MJ was saving him from a west nile infected mosquito bite, who knows. All I know is that if MJ was licking my child's head in their own private honeymoon suite, blood would be a shed.

Another scenario, a svelte pottery guru is incarcerated yet because of good behavior, given a portion of his freedom back by administering his own ceramic bungalo, to whisper sweet nothings to the ogresque wife of his captor. He escapes, take the brute bitch along, and happily they live for over a freaking decade before some snitch rats him out and he is back behind bars.

Their excuse? She was held captive, for over a decade with a guy way hotter than her husband. She feared for her life at the hands of her ceramics teacher. Ooooh. Her kids, she never had the balls to try and contact because she feared Mr. Foreigner w/accent Pottery Man would kill them. Riiiight. At least admit to the adultery, the backstabbing, the lying for the sake of the one you love's future. Where's Whoopie when you need her.

Love lost, it's almost as sad as Macaulay Culkin being MJ's youth outreach project. No wonder the drug abuse.

Speaking of drug abuse, you are in Lah-Lah-Lah-Lah-Lah....Lib-er-ty park. There is nothing more soul-searching, never a better example of the wayward stride of humanity, nothing more uplifting than watching a mere babe running down the hill gushing blood after some crackpot stabbed him in the heart. Tragic, tragic, tragic.

Sorry Ms. Johnson, the Dingo ate your baby. There's a diabetic dipshit starting fights when a good thump would make him bruise to death, but who can preach when our jacktrades have been taught nothing by the people they survive with. It's called survival, in order to stay alive. Only the strong will survive, unless you're packing MJ's heat in a pink four-poster bed, then male-mama will rock you to sleep and kiss your fears away.

Nighty-night.

[Teep]

hmmm... I can't say I find the posession of a small bag of marijuana and some sleeping pills very worrying... You should check out the mug-shot though. The poor guy hasn't changed a bit since Home Alone some 15 years ago...

I can see how a kid can be charmed by MJ with his own fair-ground zoo thing and lotsa pressies and giggling at naughty videos way past bedtime. I can also see how it would take a while for some (most?) parents to figure out not all is well. Esp a while back when MJ had not yet acquired the paedo-label.

I think that if MJ had invited me over to play with him in Neverland when I was 10, and I would be looking back on that 15 years later, I would feel weird, confused and disturbed... whether he had licked my head or not...

I don't actively follow the MJ trials in the news, but whenever I see him on tv it strikes me that he appears to degenerate both physically and emotionally. It kinda makes you wonder what happened to the guy...