I feel dirty
But here’s a good article on everyone’s favorite batshit insane danger to himself and others, Michael Jackson. Jackson has long been a subject of mild fascination to me. I’m too much of a pop music fan not to give the man his props in that arena, and during the scandals I never thought it was as black-or-white as to say he is a pedophile. That is to say, I don’t actually think he is, but that doesn’t mean I’d want my children around him, for any number of other reasons. Slight pause as we all picture a man, his child, and a balcony. The article linked above points to what I think the real problem might be.
One likes to assume the authorities have a strong case in this instance, and hopes Jackson will not be able to buy his way out of prosecution, guilty or not. Remember the great joke that made the rounds last time?
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Michael Jackson.
Michael Jackson who?
Here’s five million dollars.
One also hopes, guilty or not, that Jackson will somewhichwayhow get the help he seems to so clearly need, and which not one of his millions of dollars has apparently bought him.
